My Baby

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(Jwahar's pov)

"Come on, Jwahar, it'll be fun." My best freind, Kevin, begged me. He wanted to crash a party just down the road, but he didn't want to go alone; so he was begging me to go with him. I could hear the music faintly from where I sat in my apartment. At 17, I had moved out of my parents house and got myself an apartment. Kevin and I lived together. His parents kicked him out once they found out he was gay and he ended up living with me in my room back at my parents house. Of course he would move with me once I got the apartment. We had our own rooms and we both had jobs, too.

"I don't know, Kevin. I have a test tomorrow and it's really important. I need to study for it." I looked out my window at the backyard and sighed. My tail wrapped itself around my hips and my ears turned down sadly. In a way I wanted to go, but I had that big test for math and I couldn't fail it.

"Pretty please. We'll just pop in, have a drink, and pop out. I promise." He stood up from my bed and made a crossing motion over the area where his heart is. "Cross my heart, hope to die."

I rolled my eyes and stood up. "Fine, I'll go, but we stay only an hour; or I will." He yipped with glee as he rushed to his room to get ready. I rolled my eyes again. Unlike me, Kevin was pure human, while I was a Neko. I was pretty tall, coming in at 5'10", and I was thin, but not unhealthily so. I had just enough muscle to show off, and my skin was tanned a light brown. My hair, cat ears, and tail were all a bright red-orange color, almost like a fire, and my eyes were golden. I had a nice straight nose and high check bones, along with thin lips. My hair flowed down to my shoulders in layers. I liked layering my hair; it made it look a little spiky. My tail swayed all the way down to my feet, but didn't quite touch the floor.

Over all, most girls found me hot, and wanted to be my girlfriend. I always thought Kevin was hotter than me, with his nicely tanned skin and baby blue eyes. His hair was that pretty honey blond and he was stocky with muscle. He also had height, coming in around 6'1". The only thing that ever stopped girls from coming on to him was because he was gay. If he wasn't, I'm sure he'd have a flock of girls fallowing him every minute of the day. The sight made me chuckle as I changed my cloths.

After I had put on a black shirt with a scull on it, and loose faded jeans, I slipped on my white Nicky's and waited for Kevin in the living room/dinning room. Our apartment wasn't too big, but big enough for us to make due. The rent wasn't too bad either, coming in at $750 a month. When Kevin finally emerged, looking good in a white t-shirt, deep blue skinny jeans, and a gray jacket slung over his shoulder, we made our way to the party. It was only about a block away from our place, and every step we took, took me closer to the loud music; which hurt my sensitive ears. By the time we go to the front of the house, I had them pinned to my head to lessen the sound a bit, even though it barely helped.

I fallowed Kevin through the front door and into the dancing crowd. It was hot and the place smelled like sweat and sex. I wanted to turn and walk out the moment I stepped in. People bumped into me and pushed me around a bit. I tried to stay close to Kevin as he moved through the crowd with ease. He's been to parties like theses before and I knew he now felt excited. I felt more nervous and claustrophobic.

"Hey, Jwahar!" I heard someone yell my name and looked around. I saw Sarah pushing past people to get to me, and she smiled as she looked up at me, giggling. She was drunk, and also my ex-girlfriend. "What are you doing here? I thought you didn't go to parties like this." She giggled again and pushed a beer can into my hand. "Here have a drink. You need to loosen up." She then stumbled away and started to hit on some other guy. I looked down at the cold beer and found that it wasn't open. I sighed. How much could one hurt?

I opened the can and it foamed a little. I licked the foam away and took a gulp. It wasn't bad, but I could tell it was cheep beer. I took another and walked over to a couch to sit down. A couple where sucking each other's faces off and I scowled at them. The guy noticed and flicked me off. I tipped the beer over my lips again and drained it in one large gulp. I was already starting to feel tipsy. I've have sips of alcohol before, but never a whole can to myself. I felt fussy inside and my mind felt a little foggy. I stood and started to wonder the house, not really minding when people bumped into me. I found the kitchen where a group of guys, including Kevin, were doing shots. I walked up to Kevin and grabbed his shoulder.

"Was up, man?"

"Oh, look who had their first beer!" Kevin slapped my back and I just laughed. "You can't call yourself a good kid anymore! Here, try this." He put a shot glass in my hand full to the brim of a brownish clear liquor. I tipped my head back and let it slid down my throat. It burned and I started to cough.

"Aw *cough* what was that man?" I coughed some more and took a glass of what I though was water, but when I swallowed it, my throat burned more.

"That, Jwahar, was fire ball and you also just swallowed down a half a glass of vodka! Your on a roll! How are you feeling?"

"Just great!" I slurred and slumped against him. Another glass was shoved into my hand and I gulped it down. This drink was a little lighter and mixed with some pop, but it was enough to make everything fuzzy and for all sense to fly out the window. Music, dancing, the faces; they all blended together. Everything seemed to blur around me and I saw flashing blond hair as everything began to feel hot and I felt a body press against mine. I started to pant and my world swirled. I felt good and high. Nothing seemed to matter. Everything was amazing; until everything went black.