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Alcohol and Frozen Yogurt

There are a couple things that some people don't know about me. And I'm not necessarily proud of it but being a teen in this world, it makes sense. Or at least I hope. So let's start from the beginning.

I think it was maybe last year around New Years Eve where I drank for the first time. Some girl named Katie Cisneros (she was a senior and Mallorie's cousin) was having a New Years Eve party and she basically wanted Mal to go. And obviously wherever Mal goes, we go. We were at her house discussing our little plan of sinning.

"Please, guys, it'll be fun. Aunt Tita and Uncle Marco won't be home so Katie has the house to herself. We can sleepover so there's no chance of us driving home drunk," Mal begs us.

"Dude, I doubt my parents will let me go with you guys to the other side of town. Kehlani barely got her license and she's a shitty driver, no offense, K," I quickly add.

"None taken. You're right, to be honest," she chuckles, "Nikki, don't worry about it. Just tell them you're at a sleepover at my house. They won't care or bat an eye. Then we can head over there. No biggie. My parents aren't going to be home either. They're at the same New Haven NYE festival that Katie's rents are at," she reaffirms.

"But what if someone gets hurt? If my parents find out, they'll never let me step out again," I cover my eyes, "No, I can't do this."

"Nikki, shut up. You've been wanting to try alcohol for the longest time and this is your chance, you won't get one this good. Again, no one is gonna drive home so we can get hammered. Trust us, it's fun. The morning after, though, is hell. But no regrets," Mal takes a swig of her lemonade and does a shaka sign with her hand.

"Oh god, you guys are such bad influences," I roll my eyes and give in.

"I mean, we baddies alright," Kehlani sticks her tongue out and she gives me a hug from behind. And to be honest with you, the plan worked perfectly. I told my parents we were having a New Years sleepover at K's place and they literally did not bat an eye and said, "alright." Later on, K took us to Katie's house and it was really fun. There was a lot of people and Brandon ended up going with us since we needed protection and he also wanted to get wasted. Only problem was that he couldn't drive home, so instead he stayed with his friend, Orion, who lives next to Katie. There couldn't have been a more perfect scenario.

And that's where Brandon and I kissed. Oh god, I did not want to get into this so early.

As the party went on, I couldn't help but notice how good Brandon looked. Still, we were pretty innocent sophomores and didn't really do any of the grinding or dancing the seniors were doing in the living room, so we went to Katie's basement where there were less people. I could literally HEAR people banging in the other guest rooms down there but I was on that "y'all hear sum'n 'cause I don't" attitude. We sat on the couch and basically talked about life since we were already pretty far gone on the liquor we drank. It was especially enjoyable since being drunk makes you think of stuff 1000 times funnier than it actually is.

After a while, I started to get the warm feeling. It was obviously the alcohol giving me heartburn but like it was also this feeling of lust as well. And in the moment, being that close with Brandon, all hot and flirty, on the couch, made me want to jump on top of him, take off our clothes, and make love. Wow, look at me being a dumbass.

I didn't act on this but we both caught each other's eyes and slowly but surely we were getting closer and closer until I felt his warm lips on mine and all I remember from that kiss was boozed-up, bliss. But that ended abruptly. Because I broke it off and ran like my hair was on fire to the nearest bathroom to spill my guts out! So embarrassing, I know. I took way more than I could handle.