Teach me, love

Chapter 14

Tom's POV

"Well, I'm basically tryna get laid with Katrina so she can do my homework for me so I won't have to do it." Lance finished off his story with a smirk and a hiccup, taking a swift swig of the Smirnoff bottle.

"Why don't you just do it yourself? Are you seriously that lazy?" I responded with a stinging throat from a sip I took.

Lance just jabbed his finger to my nose. "Well, I wouldn't be fuckin talking, little girl, because if I recall correctly, you made Robert do your homework for weeks straight in middle school." I slapped away his gross finger.

"Yeah. In middle school."

"But that still counts, Thomas."

"Don't call me Th-"

"So therefore, you don't got any right to argue with me, little man."

"Stop calling me li-"

"I can call you whatever the fuck I want, little bitch."

I squinted my eyes in annoyance. "Lance. Are.." I paused to shove strings of hair away from my face. "Are you drunk already?"

"No, no-" He began coughing before downing the rest of the half filled bottle. Made my eyes widened at how much the dude could take. I'll see you in the hospital when we're both getting our livers removed. "Mnm. You're just a little bitch, that's it."

"Are you ever gonna stop insulting me with names involving my height. Can you come up with som-"

"Ay, ay, look!" Another interruption of words was manufactured as he forcibly held my face and shook it to the left side of us. There, on the glistening glass was a boy and a girl.. uh, making out. On top of eachother. Naked.

"That was me last night." Lance chuckled woozy while I collected my blushed face and wringing hands to look away from the sight. Silently wished that I had bleach to wash out that scene from my eyes. Ew.

"Y-Yeah. I kinda doubt that." I rolled my eyes.

He attempted to slyly curl his arm around my waist with a drunken smile and horrible smell. Despite me kinda being drunk myself, I was able to hold up my alcohol unlike the womanizer next to me. So before that hand was able to grip my skin, I pulled it away, honestly not as phased at this point because he does this to everybody. Everybody.

"If you're really wanting to fuck somebody, go do a creepy threesome with that couple down there." I grumbled, pushing at his chest so he'll scoot away which worked.

He splayed his body down in a star shape as he talked, "Mn. Tom, you really are a virgin prude, aren't you? Pfft-"

He began the burst of laughter as I tensed up. Embarrassment and shame crept up my cheek and wrapped itself around me in a matter of moments I curled into myself. "At least I didn't loose my virginity to a fucking trashcan when I was thirteen."

"Heh.. she's got a name, Thomas."

"Yeah, and you got some damn nerve."

"Hey, woah, woah." The drunk propped himself up with his elbows. "Beck was just a one time thing. I was living, man. Yo, she was fucking great. Especially when she was ridi-"