The Bad Boy Stole My Heart...And My Wallet...

Drunk and stupid love

There are four types of drunk people in this world. The first is the ridiculous and clumsy drunk who trips and spills all the drinks and before you know it there he is with a vase on his hand passed out on the lawn.

There's the violent/emotional drunk who starts all the fights and eventually passes out in your fridge, cradling a house plant.

Who could forget the overly happy drunk who thinks it's their duty to make everyone participate and creates a dictatorship out of your party.

And then there's this guy who now is making my eyes burn with the smell of alcohol in his breath. He's the overly sexual predictor who tries to screw your garden gnome. Oh ya those are overly fun (note the sarcasm)

The truth is that I take no situation seriously because I can definitely handle myself. He's pressed up against me and is leaving wet kisses along my neck and down to my collar bone. His teeth graze my skin and he nips my earlobe. I struggle underneath him but he towers over me like the Empire State Building. Ok this is just gross, I think I'm drunk by just smelling him.

I bring my knee up and slam up where the sun don't shine. This doesn't faze him but now he's mad.

"You shouldn't have done that, bitch" he hisses and slams me against the wall again, before he could do anything else he's ripped off me and smashed to the floor.

"You should know not to fuck with my girl" His deep voice is so intoxicating-wait did he say his girl? Excuse me?!Bitch please, I'm no ones girl thank you very much! Before I could protest I was pulled into his hard chest and the drunk guy was stumbling down the stairs. It was actually really funny to watch and I couldn't help but giggle.

"What the hell do you think your wearing? Don't you know that guys with try and fuck anything that moves at parties like this?! And when you look as hot as that your an easy target!" Conner started lecturing me like my mom should do. It was sorta adorable that he cares so much though and the word vomit that's coming out of his mouth was going on and on and I couldn't just let him go on.
"...And to think your so smart you should have known better! I mean for god sakes Andy these other bitches try to get that attention and" I cut him off by (no not kissing him, you dirty minds) flicking him on the nose and trotting downstairs.

Animals by Maroon 5 was blasting out of the speakers and making me want to dance again. Walking to the middle of the dance floor I started to shake my hips to the beat and get lost in the music. A bottle of vodka was on the counter near me, I took it and downed half the contents then continued dancing, I think.

Music, warmth, drinks, grinding and hands roaming my body is the only thing I remember until darkness. I woke up on something soft and warm. Attempting to get up, something was draped over my waist holding me down. I looked over and there he was, the reason I went to a party, the reason I was in detention, the reason I wasn't raped and the reason I'm forgetting my crappy life.

"Are you just going to stare at me or are you gonna do something about it" Aaaaand he ruined it. Dick.
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Ok I'm ridiculously sorry I haven't updated and I understand if your silently murdering me in your mind. Also I want to give a big thank you to my awesome friend Patty Rose for proof reading and nagging me EVERYDAY to update, luv ya