Dabbling in Danger

Lit, Lit

I wish, I wish with all my heart that my high brain didn't tell me to convince Sasha to get a bottle. Well she didn't get it, she had to text up her "friend" to go into the liquor store since he's twenty-one.

So me, Sasha and her boy toy Terrance, all went to his house that he shared with four other guys. You can imagine the stench, clutter and trash lying around. Me and Sasha whispered and gawked at each other about the mess as we passed through to get to his room.

All he had in here was a bin, mattress on the floor, and a trashbag of clothes sitting in his closet. At least it was clean.

"Just move in?" I blurt.

Terrance abashedly smiles and sits on his mattress.

"Uh ye, about a week ago."

I see why Sasha likes him, he's soft spoken and seems a little shy, it's cute, makes up for his constant lip licking.

God, why do light-skinned boys constantly do that? You aren't Chris Brown!

Sasha looks zooted, she plops down next to him on the mattress. I sigh and sit on the floor across from them. Sasha tosses me a ziploc bag and tells me to roll another one.

So two blunts and a whole bottle of Hennessy later, things are very unclear.

I keep feeling my ass vibrate but I don't put together what it is, I just jolt until it ceases. Sasha and Terrence have been getting really close. So close, that they're tonguing each other down.

Drunk and high, I grumble and excuse myself. Sasha notices the door creaking and pulls away to see me walking out.

"Leeee, don't go!" She whines.

I shake my head at her, "I got the hiccups, gonna get some water."

I don't know if she understood me because even to me my speech was slurred. I stumble my way out of the room and stop in the hall.

The smell of spoiled food, old beer and sweat don't mix well and I rush to the trashcan spewing out the liquor and pizza from earlier.

"Oh shit," I hear a voice mumble.

I dont dare look away from the trash because I feel a heaving session coming on.

Choking, eyes blurry, head simultaneously spinning and pounding. This is the end to a good night.

I feel a quick cold touch against my neck then a wave of coolness on the back of my neck as my hair gets lifted.

I heave and throw up more, my stomach's churning.

"Fuck," I mutter.

"Damn right," the unfamiliar voice says.

Still leaning over the trash a hand reaches to my hand and gives me a paper towel.

"Wipe your face," the voice instructs.

Takes me a minute but I do and let it fall into the trash. The hand wipes another paper towel across my face but this one's wet. The coolness feels so good.

I slowly sit up and blink a few times as the room spins around me.

"Try not to move, I'll grab you some water," they say.

If I move, it's for sure involuntary. I feel myself stumble and the room whooshes before my eyes.

Yo am I falling?

My surroundings blur even more and a wind picks up against my face but then I'm restrained and remain upright due to something wrapped around my waist.

"Woah, woah."

The voice is husky and close to my ear. I want to spin around to see this stranger or to at least tell them to keep their hands off me.

Instead the person leads me to the back door and helps me sit in a chair.

"Take a few deep breaths and drink more of this water. You should start feeling a little better now that were outside."

I sit up and close my eyes focusing on my breathing. My stomach sloshes around with every little move I make.

I groan and blink a few times, the room is still spinning so I stay as still as possible.

I finally rest my eyes on the unknown person. It's some boy. I guess I could've put that together by paying attention to his voice.

He stands partially in the shadows a few steps from me.

"You live here?" I slur.

"Mhm," he replies.

His hand runs over his shaved head sliding his hood off. I get a better look at him, he has a really dark complexion, his eyes look like they glow in the shadows.

I try to say something else, but it doesn't come out. He stares at me like he's expecting something to happen.

I still only stare. After a few minutes he shifts his weight and tries talking again.

"What's your name?"

"Lee," I mumble unable to remember my whole name. "You?"

"Dwayne," he says.

I hum and go back to staring at him.

He starts asking me something else, but my butt starts vibrating again and I jump. This time retrieving my phone I look at the screen and I see I have missed calls and unread texts from 'Mr. Hutchinson.' I can't get my fingers to cooperate and I groan with frustration.

Dwayne comes closer, "what's wrong?"

"I- I think I need to go home..." I say it as if I'm unsure.

He looks at me, "do you want me to take you home?"

Stranger danger comes to mind, I quickly deny his offer.

"Hell no! Not getting in your van," I yell.

I hear his soft chuckle and he grabs his own phone.

"I'll just call you an Uber. What's your address?"

I rack my brain for some sort of information on where I live, but I can't. Nothing comes to mind.

I lean over and hold my head in my hands.

"God damn it," I mumble.

Dwayne backs away, "feeling sick again?"

I huff, "no I cant remember where the fuck I live!"

I'm getting angry. Drunkness and anger isnt a good mix for me, I tend to get violent.

Dwayne tries to calm me down, but I wave him away.

"Please, just leave me alone," I plead.

It goes quiet.