Lessons learned

Chapter 9

I lean forwards and hesitantly press my lips to his.

The unfamiliar taste of his plump lips pull me from reality and they intoxicate me more than the alcohol that I've encountered tonight. I can't seem to pull away from him as his sweet taste tingles on my lips consuming my entire being. He pulls away from me when I try to slip my tongue between our lips and I can't help but feel embarrassed and very disappointed.

He turns away from me and continues on playing as if nothing had happened, I forced myself to turn back around to carry on with the game as well but I can't stop looking at his swollen lips that have parted as he engages himself further into the game. I must have drunken more than I thought I did, shrugging I get up from the circle and pour myself another glass of vodka. I just can't seem to stop thinking about that kiss, I just want to kiss him again and I have no idea why; I'm going absolutely fucking crazy. I run my fingers over my still tingling lips and decide that I need to get some air to clear my head of all the dirty thoughts about Peter that have just decided to corrupt my brain.

I walk out onto the crowed lawn filled with stumbling half dressed teenagers, I'm almost drunk now so I can barley stand myself. I press my back against a wall instantly cooling me down as I try to focus on my uneven breathing. Maybe I should stop drinking, then I might be able to stop this kind of shit from happening.

'There she is!' A high pitched voice breaks me from the images of Peter flashing through my fucked up mind. A blonde preppy girl comes into my view, she's dressed in all pink with her hair backcombed looking like a fucking barbie doll. 'Can I help you?' I slur as it becomes clear that she was talking to me. 'You're the bitch that my boyfriend has been flirting with all night.' An equally annoying blonde moves to stand next to her crossing her arms over her flat chest. 'What?' I don't have time for stupid childish drama tonight.

'Harly, you've been with Harly.' She explains. 'Harly has a girlfriend?' I laugh at the thought of big tattooed Harley dating this materialistic barbie doll. 'Yes he does.' She says defensively, I try to walk past her but she pushes at my shoulder pinning me back against the wall. 'I wouldn't if I were you.' I warned her. 'What are you going to do? You're drunk remember?' I'm actually not drunk, yes I'm a little but tipsy but I'm certainly not drunk yet.

'Nic?' Peter's voice comes from behind me and I turn to him as he walks up to me. 'What are you doing?' He questions the two girls who back away instantly. 'She's a bitch that's trying to get what she can't have.' Her voice is giving me a headache and I've simply had enough. 'Are you actually looking for a fight?' She nodded and I sighed. 'Bad choice Barbie.'

I step towards her and quickly punch her in the jaw knocking her back onto the floor in surprise. Her friend's eyes widen as she looks down at the damaged doll, I shake my hand trying to remove slut from the skin. 'You fucking whore.' She cries but I shrug and step over her before pulling Peter back into the house.

'Woah Nic I didn't know you had that in you!' He seems fascinated by it for some unknown reason. 'Peter I just punched her it's no big deal.' I said sitting back down with the rest of our friends. 'Guys Nicolette just punched some girl in the face!' He exclaims and I look around the small group as they all gape at me, so I haven't told them that I can defend myself apparently. Logan stands to his feet and walks over to me. 'High five?' I smile at him and reward him with a high face, he did teach me how to fight after all. 'I'm proud of you fruit loop.' I blush at the nickname and I know that he sees it but he doesn't comment on it and I'm glad. 'Let me get you another drink Miss Stone.' Peter comes back seconds later with what is left of the vodka that I've been drinking all night. I greedily take it from him and twist the cap off taking a sip of the harsh liquid.

'Hey Abbs do you want to go out the back? I need a fag.' She quickly agrees grabbing two beers and hands one to me as we make our way to the deck outside. We sit on two wicker chairs close to the door and I hand her a cigarette. I quickly light mine and bring it to my lips inhaling the sweet toxic substance dissolving the images of Peter's lips in my head immediately.