Higher (East Knights book 1)

Monty

Wednesday 11:14 pm

"Hey," Ivy says as she drunkenly walks towards me. "No side piece tonight?" I ask her as I watch her grab another beer off the counter. She opens the bottle and takes a couple of sips, before passing the bottle towards me. I decide to finish it off turning back towards the fridge. Ivy sits down on the barstool behind me before saying anything else. "Maggie was crying earlier." She mumbles and I grab another beer, this time out of the fridge, opening it and taking a massive swig before turning to look at her. "Why?" I ask confusion slipping over my face. "She thinks you don't love her anymore." I laugh. "Bullshit." I reply before grabbing the beer I just opened and making my way into the living room.

"Celia," I call out from behind her. She's wearing a pair of short jean shorts, and a tiny tight black tank top. I take another sip of my beer before making my way over to her. "Rello?" I question once I'm close enough to her that she can hear me. I walk out towards the back of the house with her following behind me. I can tell she's trying to keep up but she's too drunk to walk as fast as I am. I decided to roll most of my joints earlier so I wouldn't have to deal with it, at times like this, when I'm wasted out of my mind. I put my bottle down and pull my lighter out of my pocket while holding the blunt between my lips. Once it lights I take a massive hit of the blunt and then pass it over to Celia. "I don't know." She says looking down at the blunt that's now in her hands. "Then why'd you come out here?" I question taking it back from her and taking another enormous hit.

I stand in silence waiting for Celia to answer my question again. Until she finally does, by this time I have little to nothing left of this blunt and I plan on pulling out another one. "Well for you obviously." She finally says as she drunkenly drags her hand down my bicep. Classy. "Classy." I whisper as she moves her body closer to mine. I finish off the first blunt and take out another doing the same process all over again. After I take my second or third hit I see Celia eyeing my mouth. "What?" I say licking my lips before inhaling some more smoke. After I remove the blunt from my lips I feel her lips crashing on to mine. She tastes like vodka, I hate vodka.

I push her off of me obviously before she's finished. Because instead of backing off she starts moving her mouth down my neck before tugging at the bottom of my shirt. "Nah, Lia, stop," I say bringing the blunt up to my lips and taking another hit. Once I finish the second blunt I pick up my beer and finish that off. All while Celia is still kissing on my neck. At this point I just let her do it because I don't care. Until I feel her hands trying to undo my pants. "Celia, for real dude back off." I say peeling her body off of mine. "Girlfriend, remember?" I say before gathering my bottle and lighter and heading back inside. "She doesn't like you. Actually, she told me that she doesn't like you. So I don't know why you try so hard with her. She's not special." She whines I decide to continue walking and just ignore her. "Seriously Monty, she's not even that special. She's like every other girl in this town. She just wants to fuck you. And then she'll leave just like that." She adds. "Yeah, well she's a fucking virgin so I doubt that." And when the words fall out of my mouth I realized I fucked up. Because now all eyes are on us. Including Maggies. Fuck.

I make my way back to the kitchen grabbing another beer before trying to sneak off to my room. The door is open, and oh my fucking God are you kidding me. "Out!" I shout when I see my sister making out with some random dude on my bed. Except the random dude isn't so random, because it's Matty. "Pack, what the actual fuck." I knew they were talking but I really didn't think it would ever come to this. I feel a body come up behind me and turn to face, who happens to be Maggie, so my eyes are level with hers. When I look at her expression all I see is shock, and her eyes, directly at Matty and my little sister Emma. "Oh my God," She says before turning herself towards me. She's sober. Like 110% completely sober. And here I am fucking crossfaded, watching my friend give my little sister a hickey, all right after telling everyone at my party that my girlfriend is a virgin. I think I deserve an award honestly. I can't wait to not remember any of this in the morning.