Liar, Liar

Chapter Ten - Drinking & Lies

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"Hey. Hey, Andy." My blonde friend nudged me playfully for the fifth time this bus trip. We'd only been on the road for 10 minutes. "Andy... What are you doing tonorrow night?"

I looked over at Colton, annoyed. "Nothing special, why? What're you doing? Got a hot date?"

He laughed, "What even is dating?" I rolled my eyes at his player personality. Coltom grinned. "Anyway, I'm going to a party tomorrow and -"

I sighed. I knew it was coming, the big question that Colton asked me every Friday.

Go to the party with me tomorrow.

And just like every other Friday, I'd say yes eventually. But for now I'd refuse, because I'm evil and its fun.

"Nah, I have plans."

"Thanks Andy, I knew -" He recollected what I said, "Wait, what? Andy, come on! You just said you didn't have plans. You never have plans. You're not going anywhere with that Davidson guy, are you?"

At the mention of James' last name, I frowned. I hadn't seen him since Tuesday, when he rewrote my assessment "What? God no. James? Ew. Never."

Colton looked at me sideways, "Okay..." After his moment of caution, he shrugged and his normal personã was back. "Anyway, why won't you come? It'll be fun. Plus, you didn't come last week, or the week before."

"I didn't go last week 'cause you wouldn't let me!" I whined back. Looking out the window, I realized we were nearly at Colton's house. We hadn't used his truck today because his mother needed it to pick Mr. Smith, her husband, up from the airport. "And the week before that I was... Well, ill."

Colton knew what I meant but decided to ignore it, "Please, please come, Andy. I promise you'll have fun. You can get drunk, dance. I'll look after you."

It was sounding good. Drinking and dancing is always a good way to get away from the pain of having a psycho father and a dead mum. But being me, I scoffed. "You'll look after me?" I laughed at this, genuinely. I clapped my best friend on the back. "Yeah right, buddy."

The bus stopped and the Oscar sisters walked down the bus aisle to get off, but not before Dana, the older sister, sent Colton a wink. "I'll catch you at the party, yeah, Dana?" Colton asked excitedly.

"The only thing you'll catch is an STI from her." I mumbled, knowing she could hear me.

Dana giggled, nodding and ignoring my comment. "Of course. See ya' there, big boy." She then sauntered after her little sister, Layla, and swaying her hips way more than necessary.

Colton finally turned back to me, no longer in a lustful daze. "Listen, Andy. Come to my house; you can borrow my sister's clothes for the party. And if you're done with partying, tell Jake. He'll be there, and you know he doesn't drink. You can count on him to get you back to my house safetly."

I grinned up at him, "Jake Roberts, hey? I know Jake quite well, if you know what I mean."

"Shh. I don't need to know about you're sex life, Andrea." I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, you'll go?"

"Sure, why not?"

*~*~*~*

"Do I look alright?"

It was Saturday afternoon, and Colton and I had just finished getting read. I made eye contact with Colton through the floor length mirror in his older sister's room. He looked over at me, and I could see him checking me out. First at my black 8 inch pumps, up my long bare legs, the very short and revealing black dress that clung to all the right places and lastely my brown wavy hair that is pulled into a high pony tail.

The grin widened on Colton's face, "You look fu -" when I gave him a look for swearing he changed the vocabulary, " - dging sexy! I'd totally bang you."

I looked over at him, horrified. He just smirked at me. "Ew. You're disgusting. You've put images in my head, and they are very bad."

Colton rolled him eyes. "Put these earrings in, Andy." He passed me two small silver hoop earrings and I put them in. "They just top that dress off."

Raising an eyesbrow, I looked back at myself in the mirror. "I'm still questioning you're sexuality, Col."

He just laughed and rolled his eyes, asking if I'm ready to go. I nodded and grabbed my phone of the queen sized bed, following Colton down the hall and out the front door of his house.

The car ride to the party was silent, only a slight hum of The Beatles playing through the car.

Once we arrived the destination house, the party was in full swing. There was red cups on the front lawn, as well as two people passed out. Some loners were stumbling to their cars, while others were on the grass, making out with their partners - either for the night or long term.

When Colton barged threw the door, me lazily travelling behind him, the crowd of dancing teenagers seemed to cheer louder.

"Anyone would think I'm the most popular guy in school," Colton smirked, grabbing a beer from tbe esky in the kitchen and passing it to me, then grabbing one for himself. "Oh wait, I am."

I bumped shoulders with him playfully, "Alright, Mr. Popular, calm that ego down."

Just when he was about to reply, a high pitched voice that belongs to no other than the platnium blonde haired bimbo Dana Oscar, squealed through the air.

"OMG! Hey baby, I knew you'd make it!" She jogged, as fast as you can in 12 inch heels, toward Cotlton and flung her arms around his neck. "How are you? Let's go dance!"

I knew Colton hated dancing but according to him, he hadn't been laid since Tuesday and thats "totally and utterly unusual" for him, so I guess he'd just suck it up.

He held out a hand for me as he was dragged away, but I just raised my bottle and yelled, "Have fun getting a disease!"

*~*~*~*

5 beers, 3 shots and 2 dancing guys later, I was in the arms of a jock that I couldn't quite put a name to.

"You know who you look like?" I asked, not waiting for an answer. "Yoda. And not the bad parts of him. The good kind."

"There's good parts of Yoda?" He chuckled, him exploring hands making way to my ass.

"Yes. Everybody has good parts of themselves."

Its then that I looked up and noticed we were slowly making our way to the staircase that lead upstairs to bedrooms. I stopped moving and removed my hands from his neck slowly.

"Um, I think I'll go and get a beer." I forced a smile. Its not like I was a fridget and didn't wanna sleep with this guy, its just that I didn't wanna sleep with any guy tonight.

"You've drank enough, I think, Allie." Hr murmured in my ear.

"Its Andy..." I corrected, rolling my eyes. "And I don't think I've had enough, because I'm obvioysly not drunk enough to wanna sleep with you yet."

This surprised him, and made him lose grip around my waist. I then went to walked away, but he grabbed my wrist. "You're not going anywhere."

My sense went into panick mode, my mind sobering up quicker than ever. This is bad.

"Well actually, she's coming with me."

I looked up, and could've sworn that before me stood my knight in shining armor.

Except he was wearing a leather jacket and tight black pants and was definitely not a hero.