Married To The Douchebag of the Century

Chapter 5

Chapter Five:

Charlotte's POV:

I needed air. I ran towards the door yet never made it. Everything was a blur, I felt as though my head was spinning and everything was double. How much had I drunk? I swear I only had two drinks, but thinking of it I don't remember stopping until now when I dropped my drink and gripped the wall. I giggled though, clumsy me. Yet as I thought my hands were grabbing the wall, they slipped and I was heading head first to the cement. When strong arms grabbed my right arm and kept me from falling. Instead, I dangled there like an idiot. "How much bloody alcohol have you drunk?"

Looking up I managed to glance into cold blue eyes. Handsome face, yet at the moment everyone was looking rather good. In response, instead of using my words I leaned over and vomited all over the floor. Quickly he released my arm causing me to collapse a bit onto the ground, yet I barely caught my balance. "Well, that answers my question." He answered sarcastically. Standing up embarrassed I leaned against the wall, wishing he'd go away. "Well, you don't look twenty-one, you barely look fifteen." He smirked, "Catherine, if that's your real name."

"How do you-you...know my name?" I asked him through slurred words. It was even harder to form sentences at the moment. The boy held up my fake ID and smirked once more at me.

"Rather bad quality if you ask me. I've seen much more realistic ones."

"What are you a cop?" I snapped back. Apparently I get sassier when I'm drunk. Then felt as though I was going to throw up once more, he slide farther away.

"Newbie?" He stated with a cold laugh.

"What...no." I lied and stood up not knowing what direction I was looking in. It felt as though the ground was moving beneath me but in my mind I knew it wasn't. "I do this every weekend with my friends." He laughed once more.

"Please, let me guess. You're a goody-two shoe who's never missed a homework assignment. Your friends have been on your case and dared you to go out and live so you did." I looked at him confused...how did he know that? How could he possibly have just guessed that? I thought I blended in well. "There's something called tolerance, which you eventually build up from all the alcohol you drink. You have none." He smirked to himself. "No comment I see."

"You're a-a jerk." I stuttered over a sudden gag. If I survived this night, I was going to kill Annie for daring me to do this.

"Like I haven't heard that before." He stated rolling his eyes.

"I feel bad...for whoever has to marry you." I stated to him truthfully. Who could ever put up with such a jerk. Who would've known that, that one moment changed my life.

Suddenly, a guy who was slowly passing by us turned around and stared at the two of us wide-eyed and announced to the entire street, "Marry? This is the girl you're marrying!" Whipping out a camera from his pocket he began flashing pictures. He was then joined by a dozen more flashing lights and mumbled voices I couldn't make out. Squinting my eyes this was causing me to feel even worse.

Losing my balance I stumbled once more only to land into the strange boy to grab me with one arm. Looking up I could see there was even more cameras, and more people. Who were they taking pictures of? Everything began to blend together as I rocked from the side. Flowing from bright to dark the images in my head were blurry and with one final look up at the icy eyed boy everything went black.

The Next Morning

My only thought was...I had no thoughts. I couldn't think with the throbbing pain I felt in my head. I didn't even wanna open my eyes. Laying there I tried to think what could be going on. Party...College boys...Club...then from there it was all south. Blurry, like a dream I was trying to recall. Blue eyed boy, possibly English came to mind. What? I rarely talked to boys as it is, aside from Ethan and Talon, and my brother. Then cameras?