BEING HALSEY

CHAPTER 33

I walk through the crowded party, pushing my way through a group of wasted teens playing ping pong on the table, a drinking game. Their bloodshot eyes and stupid grins make me nauseous as i pass them.

The dudes give me the "You are sexy" look while tossing balls into beer filled cups and cheering as if it's an international Contest. A drink is pushed to my hand. I take it and bring the red cup to my mouth.

Tonight I'm gonna drink myself to death, shut all my troubles and forget everything.

" Great party right?" Ken says next to me, clearing his throat. "But this cheap vodka burns like hell."

I don't say anything, I just let my eyes roam around the room in search of Tray.

He disappeared the minute we stepped in the house. He's probably somewhere flirting with a girl.

I take a shot.

Drink after drink i wince and wipe the burning liquor from my lips. I know my eyes are red now and i look lost. I lift the bottle to my lips again but a hand grasps the it, pulling it away from me.

"I think you've had enough." Ken says and hands the bottle to a guy next to him but i quickly grab it. I drink the whole bottle in gulps and set it down.

Then i burp.

" This is my first time drinking and i love it." I shout over the loud music.

"Geez Hal, you drank the whole bottle." Gabby tells me.

I laugh. "That's what parties are for right?"

Music is blaring through the house. A group of people are huddled together at the center of the living room, drinking and swaying their bodies to the pounding beat.

" I'm going to dance mum and dad." I tell both Gabby and Ken and stand up. My head is spinning but at least i got balance.

I grab one full red cup on the table and make my way to the dancing floor, my hands up in the air. I dance and dance till my feet ache. I'm dizzy and my stomach is burning. I stagger towards the kitchen to get some water but i trip and fall.

A stranger tries to help me up but i push him away. My legs are weak and i keep hitting people as I walk past them. Gabby runs and holds me up.

"Gabby...." Hiccup. "I need to pee...."
She pushes my hair out of my face and drops me on a couch.

"Why? What happened?" I hear Ken's voice.

"She's dead drunk. She can't even walk." Gabby tells him and i laugh to myself.

I'll take her home," Tray says.

Ken protests. "Don't you have----"

"I'm next door. It's not out of my way."

"Tray?....." Hiccup. " Is that you....?"

"Come, I'll carry you." Tray says and hooks his arm under my legs, lifting me up in his arms.

"Stop...." Hiccup. " My purse."

I hear Tray click his tongue.

Gabby sounds worried as she hands me my purse.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

The implied question is , Are you sure you'll be okay with Tray? Do you trust him?

I nod and give her a reassuring smile.

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Tray wakes me up when we reach his cousin's house. I knew he won't take me home in the state and I'm so thankful. He lifts me up the same way and turns the knob on the door.

He's drunk too but not as heavy as me.

He keeps shifting my weight so i whisper and tell him not to drop me. He carefully places me on the bed and removes my shoes.

"It's so hot in here." I hear him groan as he takes his t-shirt off and walk to the closet.

The heat is also killing me so i pull off my hoodie leaving me with my black bra and unbutton my jeans.

"Fuck!" Tray says and turns the other way. "What do you think you're doing?"

"The clothes are making me uncomfortable." I whine.

He's now looking at me, at my chest. I search his brown eyes, they're now dark. They give away exactly what's he's thinking. I find myself walking towards him.

"You love me right?" I ask him and lace my fingers in his hair.

"Hal you're drunk....you need to get some sleep."

He backs away.

I grab his arm and push him on the wall.

I bless the whiskey.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" I ask, his lips inches from mine.

He grabs my waist and pulls me closer. I expect us to kiss but he kisses my forehead.

"I'm pissed at you remember?"

"Pissed? What did i do? I didn't do anything."

I move my hands to his torso.

"You don't remember obviously cause you're drunk."

"Oh please Tray, I'm not drunk. Have fun with me tonight."

I press myself against him and feel how hard he is. I want him.

"Tray...." I close my eyes.

"No Hal." He tries to back away from me but he's as weak as me.

"You don't want me?" I ask and drop my hands to my side.

"No, no... it's not that...."

" Then shh...." I cover his mouth with my lips and kiss him. My lips part and he takes full control. He tugs my hair and dips his tongue in my mouth, pulling me as close to his body as possible.

His tongue is slow in my mouth and I'm melting in his arms at the rough yet incredibly sweet kiss. I feel his anger and frustration behind his lips but he does best to hide it.

"I know you'll leave me soon," He says moving his lips down to my neck.

" What?" I'm surprised and confused.

My heart aches for him, the liquor making me even more powerful. I love him, I love him so much.

He lifts me up and pins me on the other side of the wall. We break a few things but continue kissing anyway.

"Wait. What's that?" Tray asks and puts me down.

"What?"

My phone is ringing. He walks over to the bed and grabs it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouts.

"What?"

"Don't play stupid with me, you still talking to him?" He gapes, holding it straight to my face.

The caller ID reads.....

DAVE

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