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five

"So... do you like it?" Corinna asked as the first sip of a black cherry white claw entered my mouth. It had taken twenty minutes for Corinna to convince Ben that I could drink with the rest of them. I wasn't super interested in drinking, but the fact that Ben acted like I couldn't because I was fourteen months younger than him pissed me off enough to want to try it.

"It just tastes like La Croix," I replied. I hated La Croixs, and any boujee person who drank them. Sparkling water was not to be trusted.

"That's the spirit!" she cheered, placing an arm over my t-shirt covered shoulder. "You know, babe, I'm so glad you came. It sucks being the only girl sometimes."

"I'm glad I came, too," I lied. I was actually kind of upset that I came. The wet t-shirt was rubbing against me uncomfortably. I'd have a farmer's tan tomorrow. I was uneasy around people I had never met, and there was a high possibility that Ester would be mad at me for hanging out with her older brother who she always felt second place to. Not only that, but my brother was watching my every move, no doubt preparing to give my parents the full scoop of every single thing I did today.

"Now, let's get onto the real subject," Corinna raised her eyebrows, piquing my interest. "David seems to like you."

"What?" I spluttered out a large amount of the drink that was in my mouth. "Are you kidding?"

"You're so naive, sweetie," she giggled, and I had to agree. "He's been staring at you this entire time. He wouldn't let you get in the pool without the shirt on. He invited you to hang out in the first place. All signs point to he wants to fuck you."

I glanced up at David only to find him already looking at me, though he was in conversation with Zane, Todd and Ben. He looked away when we made eye contact.

"Maybe he's just protective of me because I'm his little sister's friend and his friend's little sister."

"Hmm, no," Corinna shut that idea down immediately. "Drink a little more. I think you'll start to figure it out."

With that totally ambiguous and confusing statement, she swam off toward the group, leaving me completely alone in the corner of the pool. I took that as my chance to get out, shedding the t-shirt and taking a place on one of the empty lounge chairs.

"Honey—" Ben warned, an edge to his voice.

"Chill. I'm tanning," I waved him off with a sigh, done dealing with his BS for the next hour or so. "Drink another beer."

"You're exhausting to be around," he frowned, but did as he was told, jumping up out of the water to grab another drink from the cooler full of ice. "You take one too, bitch."

"Don't call me a bitch," I took the second drink from him anyways. I was not in the mood.

I laid on the pool chair for a good thirty minutes or so and drank two more white claws before I got up to go to the bathroom and realized that three had definitely messed with my head a bit. I felt lighter and much more at ease with the situation at hand. That, and I danced to no music alone in the bathroom mirror. I was officially drunk for the first time.

It felt pretty good. Maybe I wasn't the big loser I always thought I was. Sure, I was only hanging out with the popular seniors because my brother was one of them, but at least I made it.

"Here," David passed me another drink once I sat back in my chair. He had taken the one next to me, though there were about six other chairs to choose from. I noted that.

"Thank you," I giggled, tucking some of my damp hair behind my ear. "I'm drunk. And sleepy."

"You're drunk? This is only your fourth white claw," he laughed. "Oh, this is your first time drinking?"

"Don't say it like it's that obvious," I blushed uncomfortably, taking a sip of my fourth drink anyways.

"You're definitely going to puke tonight," David sighed, attempting to snatch the can from my hand but I was too quick.

"Ha!" I rolled my eyes, guzzling down the rest of my drink. Was it a good idea? At the time, yes. I was drunk and proving a point.

About thirty minutes later, when I stood up and couldn't see straight, I realized it wasn't.

"Ben, your sister's fucking out," Todd laughed from where he stood next to me. The only reason he noticed was that I grabbed his arm to hold myself up so I didn't fall in front of everyone.

"God, Honey..." Ben sighed, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I swear," I giggled, my words slurred. I didn't let go of Todd's arm, because I couldn't let go of Todd's arm, but I didn't think he minded all that much. He seemed to be fine with it based on the way he was looking at me. He was actually very cute, but I couldn't shake David's words: "Don't let Todd Smith fuck you."

"Let's play music or something," I requested, grinning up at my brother who couldn't help but smile back at me.

"Honey, you are gone," Ben laughed, but he let me grab his hands anyways and twirl him around to the beat of some throwback rap song that Zane had chosen. "There's no way we're going home any time soon. I don't even think you could pretend to be sober."

"Yes, I could!" I defended myself and tried to go straight faced, but ended up collapsing in giggles. "Okay, okay, maybe I can't."

"This was my worst idea ever," Ben sighed, but he still seemed amused with the whole situation.

"Can I take a nap?" I frowned. "It's so hot out here. I think I'm going to die of a heat stroke."

"Should I just put her on the couch?" Ben asked David.

"Nah, the couch is so shitty to sleep on," David told him. "I'll take her to my bed."

"Your bed?" Ben raised his eyebrows.

"I'm coming right back down to hang out. Chill out," David stuck out his hand for me to grab, so I did. I followed behind him, tripping over my own feet twice before he finally decided to just pick me up.

"I'm heavy."

"You're so light, babe," he laughed, tossing me a little bit to prove his point. I squealed, grasping onto his neck for dear life. He smiled down at me as I laughed. "You're pretty, Honey."

"You're in love with me, aren't you?"

I would've never said it if I wasn't drunk, but I said it, and now I had to deal with it.

"You're killing me."

"What?"

"There's just something about you. You make it hard to talk to you."

"Okay. I'm going to sleep now," I told him as he laid me down in his big cozy bed. "Goodnight."

"I'll come check on you in an hour, okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Honey."