Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Seven

Sal scoots away from me, giving that guy space to sit. He takes the blunt from Sal and smokes.

"Hey, I'm Abel." He grins.

"Hi." I mumble and take a cigarette from the pack. Putting it between the lips I search for the lighter in my purse then remember that it was in my work bag.

"Here, let me light that." He produces a lighter from his jacket and light the cigarette.

I look down and see he is wearing a fancy black velvet jacket and a black tee shirt inside.

"Thanks." I say and exhale the smoke. God, drag is the best thing in the world.

I take a sip of vodka and feel myself getting buzzed. It was a bad idea to kickstart drinking early. I might get drunk after just two drinks now.

"How do you know Belly?" He tries to make casual conversation.

"I don't know him. My friend there, Tabitha, does." I tell him.

"Oh, you friends with her?" He asks smugly. I pull brow in confusion.

"Yeah. Why?" I ask and take another drag.

"She is Belly's girl." He says.

I shake my head at him. I know Tabitha, she already have a boyfriend back home. This guy is either lying or making false assumptions. I decide to not further question him.

"I never saw you before. You new to the party?" He inquires.

"Yeah. This is my first time here." And probably my last, I think to myself. I reach for the vodka but see its empty. Abel sees this and hand me a red cup with beer.

"Oh, then I should show you how to party like a real XO." He pulls out two packets of some crystal thing and offers to me.

"Want to try some coke?" He asks. That thing in packets is cocaine. From the little knowledge I have of drugs, cocaine are powdered, right?

"No, thanks. I don't, umm, do drugs." I say. He shrugs then pulls out his latest iPhone from his jeans. He puts the crystals on the iPhone and with card, crush them, turning them into the powder form we all know of. He part them into two fat lines.

He then pulls out a 100 dollar bill (!) and rolls it tightly. He puts the rolled up bill's one end to his nostril and the other, to one of the ivory line. And then in one inhale, snorts the whole line.

He throws his head back and close his eyes, probably taking in the high. Then does the same with second line.

He rests his head on the headrest for long time, eyes closed and deeply breathing. I study his face in that moment. He looks hot, if you are into bad boys. He is one of them, no doubt. A troublemaker, lover for illegal shit.

My mind tickles with a memory, a guy who looks like him but I can't concentrate through the drunken state. He opens his eyes suddenly and stares into mine.

Then I see his mouth turning into a smirk. I look away and take a sip of the beer he gave me.

"Belly nigga, you really gon' smoke that?" Abel laughs beside me.

I look up and see Belly has a giant blunt which he holds with both hands. Someone lights up the blunt and he takes a puff of it. He exhales a big ring of smoke.

Everyone around us laughs except for me. These guys really have their lives revolving around drugs. Few girls come striding in the room. They have lingerie on and heavy makeup.

They come to our table and the guy I think is Travis goes with the blonde woman. Another guy, Nav I think, goes away with a burnette.

It leaves me, Tabitha, Belly, Abel and Sal. After few minutes Tabitha gets up and leaves the room with Belly. It leaves us three.

I reach for my glass and see that it's empty. I take another cigarette out of the pack and am about to put between my lips when Abel interjects.

"Why don't you smoke something real. Like this?" He holds up a hand rolled joint.

"I don't smoke.." I nod my head towards the joint.

"Just try it. Once. I know you'll love it. It doesn't effect that much." He tries to convince me.

A part of me, the drunk and curious part, really wants to try it. I think for a few seconds then take the blunt from him, examining it first then putting it between my lips.

He puts the lighter to the end and I take my first hit of weed. As soon as I inhale, I cough it out. He tries to contain his laugh then tells me to try again.

This time when I inhale, I'm ready for it burning so I take it in slowly. Then slowly exhale, producing a lot of smoke, making me smile.

He smirks too, then urges me to continue. I feel the buzzing in my head intensifying, and regret drinking so much. The joint numbs my mind and makes me thirsty.

"I'm thirsty." I mumble. Abel stands and pull me up too. His hand is warm and soft, quite opposite of how it looks. He leads me out of the room and throught the dance floor.

I get a sudden urge to dance, but he keeps pulling me through and to the bar. He orders a glass of water for me and Henessy for himself.

"I don't want water. I'll have whiskey please." I say to the bartender.

"You're already drunk. You will have water only." He sternly says. I make a face at him.

"Water and whiskey." I order and smile at Abel. He shakes his head.

"You look really high. And you just smoked one paper." He says.

"You did line, you don't look high at all." I say back.

He moves a little closer to me like he is going to tell a secret that nobody should hear.

"Oh, I am high. But it's... different kind of high." He smirks again. I am too busy admiring his voice and lips. They move so sexily, just imagine how amazing they'll feel when I kiss him..

I shake my head at myself, trying to shake off the thoughts I'm having. This proves how drunk I really am.

"What kind of high you are?" I ask quitely. He leans even more into me and says in my ear.

"Well I'm hungry and very, very horny." His voice give me goosebump. I look up at him and before I can reply, his lips are on mine.

He is not gentle. He puts his tongue in my mouth and explores. Instead of pushing him away like I would do if I was sober, I put my hands on his shoulder and kiss him just as hard. His mouth lights a fire in me which I never knew I had. A desire, a need. I need him, I need him to not stop kissing me.

As fast as he kissed me, he pulls back immediately, leaving me gasping. I open my eyes snd see him smiling knowingly at me. Of course he is used to this, the girls thristy for him. I am not new in this game of his.

The bartender places my order in front of me with cold water. I gulp down the whole glass of water then take a sip of whiskey to calm my erratic heart. I feel it will explode if I don't get it under control.

I look over to him through my lashes and see him drinking his Hennessy, all cool and unbothered.

This is wrong. I shouldn't be attracted to him. To anyone, for that matters. I don't want any guy in my life right now. And a guy like him with a lifestyle like that, doesn't belong in my world. But my body, it is craving for him to kiss me once again..