Right Girl

Chapter 1

Oh damn, I drank so much vodka, I can't even think properly. I'm currently dancing on a table I don't even know why but I'm sure as hell I'm having fun.

Someone cheered, "Woohoo! Keep dancing! Take your shirt off!" So I did, I continued dancing and took my shirt off. I saw a lot of girls surrounding the table to watch me. I don't blame them though. I mean, I have 6 pack abs and I am Scott Winston.

"Dude! What the hell are you doing?! Get the fuck down on that fucking table," Rixon shouted from the crowd. "I'm having fun! Back off, Rix," I yelled back and continued dancing my ass off.

I felt someone tug my pants, it was Rixon, my best friend. I gave up and went down the table. Everybody suddenly 'booed' as I left.

"What's wrong with you? I was having fun and everyone's enjoying," I mumbled. "Yeah sure, but some were about to take a video of you! I'm just saving your ass, Scott! Now, let's go home," Rixon punched my arm lightly, I winced a bit. Party pooper.

We both went outside until Rixon said that he left his jacket inside and he had to go back inside. I saw a cab and walk towards it. I was probably walking like a zombie since I feel like everything is moving. I opened the door of the cab and sat down.

Suddenly, a girl yelled beside me, "What the hell?!"

"Geez woman, did you have to yell? I'm just beside you, shortcake," I replied absentmindedly.

"I was the first one to enter the cab, get out," the girl said. She's a brunette, has chocolate eyes and she was wearing a black shirt tucked in a light jean shorts. She looks hot, damn.

"My eyes are right here, dumbass," she snapped her fingers infront of my face. "Sorry about that," I mumbled. "I feel like I'm going to pass out any minute, can we just share a cab? I wont do anything, I promise," I tried to do my best puppy look.

"Fine, only because you look like shit already," she said as her eyes traveled my bare chest down to my abdomen. I smirk arose from my lips. I was still topless because of the event that happened earlier. "My eyes are right here, shortcake."

Her cheeks flamed and looked away. She mumbled a quick sorry and I just chuckled at her. I placed my shirt back on.

The driver yelled at us, obviously annoyed, "Are you guys done checking out each other?"

"Oh um, yes," she said and I laughed at her reply. That means she really did check me out. "I mean, we weren't checking each other out we just um... Oh my god can we just go?!"

She huffed and looked down to hide her blushing cheeks. The cab started running and I felt like shit. My head hurts as hell and my throat is burning. I just ignored the feeling and tried talking to the girl, oh I still don't know her name!

"I'm Scott. Scott Winston, by the way, and you are?"

"Summers, it's my last name though. I actually know you, not personally but we go to the same school since elementary," she said and offered me a small, shy smile.

"Really? Why haven't I noticed you before then?" I'm pretty sure I haven't noticed her before though. I am popular but I'm not a player, and I haven't had any girlfriend recently because I don't think its necessary.

"Well, duh. You're popular and I'm not. You're rich as Obama and I'm not," she answered. My eyebrows furrowed, "Really? Of all people why Obama? Anyways, that doesn't make sense. So what if I'm rich and you're not?" She just shook her head and looked away. I did the same thing, watching the other cars and buildings we passed by, until darkness invaded me.

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"Wake up! I don't know where I'm going to drive you," the driver asked, disturbing my sleep. I looked around and realized we were just a few blocks away from my house. Summers was already gone. It made me sad a bit that I got knocked out, I didn't even say good bye to her.

"Just turn right on the next street," I mumbled and checked my phone.

'8 messages from Rixon'

Shit! I forgot to wait for him. He's probably pissed and worried. I pressed call and waited for him to answer. After the second ring he --

"Dude what the fucking hell?! Where are you?! Are you okay? Why would you leave like that? You're fucking drunk, man. Are you driving? Shit," he yelled through the phone and he shouted all those questions in like, 30 seconds. "Calm your tits, dude. I'm sorry I left I don't know what went into my mind. I'm riding a cab, don't worry I'm fine. And please, drive my car and pick me up in the morning, yeah?" I explained as I rubbed my temples.

"You freaking scared me to death! I thought you stole someone's car and drove away or went to the woods or something. Yeah, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning before school." I heard Rixon sigh on the other line. "Nah, I wont do that shit. Thanks, man," I hang up as I see my house nearing.

"Alright, just stop right here," I said and he hit the breaks. I grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and gave him $10 since I feel like being nice tonight.

"The girl already paid for you. Now, get out," the driver said.

"Oh really? Well, okay then, but just have this," I handed him $5 for no particular reason. He accepted it and I went out of his car. As I went out of the car I feel like puking my guts out so I hurried inside the house and ran up to my room.

After throwing up my lunch, I removed my shirt and my pants. Leaving me with my boxers. I crawled up on my bed and let sleep take over once again.

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Scott Winston --->