Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 20

Damn. Mother fucking shit.

I lost Garren.

How the fuck do you lose a hot guy like him?!

If anything, he'd be the only thing I'd keep my eye on!

I sighed and plopped down on an empty couch in an empty room. Not entirely empty, there was a few stray kids, probably the ones who don't drink.

I was the only one with a beer bottle in my hand...

I unzipped my purse and grabbed my phone, seeing a text message from a number that's not in my contacts.

It read:

Chandler's been lookin for you all night...

I ignored it. I'm really not in the mood for any bullshit. And the text was from 2 hours ago anyways, so it's not like the person who sent it would even answer...

"Bridget! Bridget!!" A voice called my name over and over again.

I turned around, my eyes meeting Sam's.

"Thank god!" He sighed in relief. "Where have you been! I've been looking for you all fucking night!!"

"Sorry..." I mumbled.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, sitting down next to me.

"I don't know, this is only my third..." I informed him with a smile.

"Let's get you home." He insisted.

"Sam, wait..." He rolled his eyes, sighing heavily. "I got a text from some random number saying Chandler's been looking for me."

He bit his lip and nodded.

"Do you know who it is?"

"No, but I do know he has been looking for you. He even sent out guys to look for you. Something about, 'wanting to talk.'" Sam said, air-quoting, wanting to talk.

I rolled my eyes, "well that's not happening, like, I don't even want to see him."

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but, I think you should talk to him..." his voice trailed off.

"No fucking way!!"

Sam sighed.

"Did he send you up here to talk to me?" I glared at him.

A look of guilt washed over his face, turning it tomato red.

"Sam!!" I punched his arm.

"Bridget, please!! Just come talk to him," he tries to coax me into talking to him.

I sigh. "I hate you."

"Is that a yes???" he teased.

"Yeah..." I mumble.

He jumps up off the couch, grabs my hand and yanks me up.

He brings me down to the basement, which smells heavily of marijuana and alcohol.

"Chan!!" Sam yells out.

There sits Chandler, with a joint in between his fingers and an almost empty bottle of vodka on his side.

He had about 5 girls practically piled on top of him, too. Playing with his hair, tugging at his shirt.

I rolled my eyes.

"Everyone out!" Sam yelled, making everyone in the room jump.

Chandler's eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Girls, outta here, " Sam said to them, pulling them off of Chandler.

Surprisingly, everyone exited the room with no trouble. Along with Sam.

"Bridget," Chandler smiled.

It seemed as if he was sober now, he was calm.

I took another sip of my beer.

Suddenly, all my thoughts and eyesight, began to blur. I feel weird.

But I feel free.

I feel like my stress, the anxiety, the whole fucking weight of the world is lifted off my shoulders.

It feels good.

"Hey, Chandler," I smile, putting my hands around the back of his neck.

"Bridget, I just wanna ta--"

I cut him off by smashing our lips together.

His hands traveled down to my waist, pulling us closer.

Our lips moved in sync.

I felt his tongue moved toward my lips, so I slightly parted them, granting him entrance. His tongue massaged mine. His hands moved to my butt, taking it in both his hands and pinching it.

I pulled away and giggled.

"So, I'm guessing that's an I forgive you?" He asked.

I was swept off my feet and into Chandler's arms, bridal style.

I was thrown onto the couch, and after that, everything was a blur.