Charming's Star

Out of It

The door suddenly banged open and I looked up and there were Sara and Becca, hanging off Dereck's neck. I scowled, they were already out of it. Probably drunk I assumed

          "Lia!" Sara slurred, lurching towards me, almost falling flat on her face, luckily Dereck is sober.

          "How are you guys already drunk?" I asked, placing my book on the couch.

         "Not drunk, We're high." Sara giggled.

        I glared and turned to Dereck; "How the Hell are they HIGH?"

        Dereck sighed dejectedly "I invited them to a festival at school and someone was sellin weed. I went to go get some food and Sara decided it would be a good time to try weed."

          Sara and Becca then giggled almost toppling over air and started spurting nonsense.

          "Why did you take them here? Are you an idiot?" I asked Dereck, crossing my arms.

          Dereck shrugged "They both wanted to come. So, I obliged."

         "Take them home. Drugs and Alcohol do not mix." I demanded.

          "NO! We wanna partayyyyyyy!!!" Becca slurred, stumbling over her silver heels.

          I ignored them and said to Dereck; "Take them home."

         "Alright. But can you help me get them back in the car?" he asked.

        "Sure. Let's just get moving before the party is in full swing." I replied.

        I opened the screen door and grabbed a hold of Becca while Dereck took Sara and we drag-walked them back to his red Toyota.

        "I'm sorry," Dereck whispered, half-way down the hill that was already filled with cars.

        "For what?" I panted, trying to keep Becca from leaning down and trying to eat the grass.

        "I shouldn't have taken them to the festival. I knew they were supposed to spend the night with you. I should've kept an eye on them or invited to you the festival. You always seemed to be the reasonable one in the group." he muttered.

        "It's not your fault. You can't watch over them 24/7. Plus, there are fully functioning adults, they should've known better. And don't worry about not inviting me. I was busy cooking for my brother's party anyway." I replied, sending him a weak smile.

      "Oh yeah. Darn. I'm gonna miss your homemade cooking too" he whined, halting to a stop because Sara started to throw up.

        "I promise to have the gang over again and cook again. Don't worry about it."

       "You don't have to do that." he countered but I held up a free hand to stop him.

      "Yes, I do. And you guys own me anyway for getting completely wasted."

       Dereck smirked at that and replied; "I guess you have a point."

     We reached his car and lifted Sara into the passenger seat while I placed Becca in the back.

   "No! I wanna meet hot lacrosse players!" Becca protested, pushing against me.

   "I wanna part-tay!" Sara slurred, her head lolling against the seat.

"Well, not tonight," I said, pushing Becca flat on her back into the seat.

 "It's not fair!!!!! I want a hot lax player!" Becca whined