Luke Brooks, my step brother?

Drinking

Slipping my best friends heels on, I begin to examine myself in the mirror. Everything is way too tight; the jeans are extra skinny and the bralet which also belongs to my best friend clings to my C cupped boobs a little too snug, pushing them into my chest. My make-up which actually belongs to myself, looks okay I guess; my eyes a little darker than I prefer but hey, tonight isn't about what I prefer it's about having a "good night" and partying. 

Which in all honesty doesn't sound like a good night to me at all, I'm more of a netflix and takeaway kind of girl.

Missi: I'm outside

Eyeing the text my best friend had sent me I balance down the stairs and into Missi's white convertible which btw is my DREAM car, that I am so not allowed to have. I don't have a car at all, my Dad insists I save up for myself but with no job that is starting to look a little difficult.

"You look nice" she grins as I slide myself into the passenger seat.

"I don't feel it" I scoff, "Everything is way to tight"

"I'm done with him" she says her hands tightening on the steering wheel. Josh is her on and off boyfriend, one week they're all over each other and then the next they're at each other like a married couple. I'm used to it by now, everytime they fall out they will never be getting back together but yet somehow manage to be dating again a few days later. It's all very confusing, even for me sometimes.

"What happened this time?" I ask

"He said that my dress was to short for this party and that I'm making myself look to available which is totally stupid because he's never complained before and.." Letting her carry on with her rant I look out the window as all the houses fly past us. God, does this girl drive fast when she's angry. Never mind a convertible it's more like a death trap when she's on her rants.

As the car finally slows down we pull outside a house with crowds of people outside with the typical red cups in their hands. Obviously filled with blackcurrant juice, Note the sarcasm.

"Anyways enough about him I'm here to have a good time and forget all about him" She says fiercely turning the engine off and making her way out the car.

"Do you think he's going to be here?" she asks me nervously as we walk through the crowds of people outside the house. What happened to enough about him?

"No but even if he is ignore him" I reassure her being the good friend that I am.

"Oh my god Paige don't you look hot" Jess says my other best friend as she squeezes me into a hug standing up from her seat, nope not drunk at all "See this is why I hate being friends with you, you make me look shit" she slurs

"Shut up!" I laugh "You known you're hot"

"Maybe, now are you two coming to get a drink" Leading us to a long table filled with bottle of nearly every alcohol possible, Jess gets us both a red cup and fills it with what looks like Vodka and the tiniest bit of coke possible. " "Down it, I'll do one to" She suggests her voice still slurring. Drinking all of the burning liquid down at once, i let out a small cough.

"Oh my god let's make a fish bowl" Missi suggests picking up a bowl, three straws and about five different bottles of alcohol,pouring all the alcohol into the bowl Miss begins to count us down "5,4,3,2,1 to being single" And we all begin to drink up ignoring the burning sensation in our throats.

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An hour later I'm dancing on the middle of the floor with Jess whilst Missi and Josh argue. I am super drunk. All my heads fuzzy and everything feels like its a dream of some sort. Turning back to Jess I notice a boy talking to her and touching her up, stopping myself from saying something as she seemed comfertable with it, I begin to make my way for more alcohol.

Boy am I going to regret this in the morning.

Before I got to the table I heard two male voices shouting at each other and one of them threatening. Now normally I would keep out but I'm drunk so I am going to get involved. Stumbling over to them I split them both up ND turned to the most aggressive one who is stunning to say the least. Wait you came over here to argue. Oh shit ye.

"Leave him alone!" I slur

"Get the fuck off me you drunk bitch" Now this was either going to go two ways I will either end up in a corner crying about how I got called a bitch of go absolutely mental.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? It's a fucking party so piss off shouting and throwing out threats to everyone or you can just go home!" Mental it is.

Within seconds I'm pinned up against a hallway wall both of his hands start either side of my head.

"I'm talking to a drunk bitch who seems to quite clearly get a bit to brave when she's drunk" He spits not moving away from me.

"I'm not scared of you" I frown poking my finger into his chest "Now get the hell away from me"

"Or what Princess? What are you going to do?" He whispers now moving his lips to my ear so I can I feel his breath on my skin.Oh my fucking God.

"I..I.. I don't know" I mutter

"Look at you" he says his lips still close to my ear "You're hot as fuck but you know the problems with girls like you? They've had every boys dick inside of them"

"For your information you cunt I am a virgin" I say loosing all calmness I had left and slamming both my hands on his hard chest. He still doesn't move an inch,however and actually seems to smirk.

"Maybe I could change that" I shiver under how intimate all this feels as he leaves a whisper of a kiss on my neck.

"No thank you, now let me go" I could feel my head spinning from the drink and then everything just went dark,Shit.