Dorming With Her (DWTJ series)

Ch. 15

I watched as Sadie took the red solo cup from Josie and took a cautious sip. Her expression made me laugh, even though she didn't like alcohol she was still trying to drink it to fit in.

Walking away from the boys who were huddled around talking, a few dancing, I casually bumped into Sadie and saw some of her drink spill from her cup and down her sleeve. Whoops, I bumped into her a little too hard. 

"Watch it!" Sadie snapped, looking completely annoyed until she looked up and saw it was me. Once she saw it was me she only looked slightly less annoyed actually. 

"How's it going?" I asked, not being able to stop smiling - probably from the alcohol I had on the way over. 

"It was going great until you made me spill my drink," At first I wasn't sure if Sadie was actually mad but then she grinned up at me and I knew she was only teasing. It was good to see Sadie loosen up a bit and have some fun. 

"Sorry about that. Do you want me to grab you another?" I started to head towards the table where all the punch and cookies were but Sadie grabbed my arm and held me back. 

"It's alright, I'm not a huge fan ofit anyway," Sadie blushed a little bit or at least I think she did, it was dark after all, and set her cup down on the table next to us. 

"Not a fan of beer or whiskey? Is there an alcohol you do like?" I took another step closer to Sadie to let some other students pass by but stayed close to her instead of backing up. My body was warmer than it had been in days. Again, probably the alochol. 

"I don't mind vodka," Sadie's response surprised me. So she did use to party, she just didn't anymore. I wonder why that was. I reached out and grabbed her hand, tugging her gently towards the dance floor. 

"I'll remember that. Dance with me," Sadie's eyes got wide and she immediately started shaking her head from side to side. 

"Oh no, no, no, I. . . I'm really not a dancer," Sadie resisted, tugging back on my grip but that only made me smile more. I knew she could dance, there's no way she couldn't dance and it was obvious who would win a tug-of-war match. 

"One dance, that's all Sadie," I stopping tugging her and took a big step towards her instead, closing the distance and slipping my arm around her waist, "dance with me," 

"But I. . ." Sadie was looking around now, as if worried someone was watching us but no one was. Every other student was in their own little world, except for Josie and Holly who were staring at the two of us. I'm pretty sure they were already drunk though. 

Just as I was feeling Sadie's walls crumbling down, she was being yanked away from me by none other than Missy. What the hell was she even doing here?

"What the hell is your problem?" Missy screamed, lunging at Sadie to shove her backwards but Sadie was a lot faster than Missy was and she ended up tripping over her own feet, barely catching herself from falling on her face. 

"You think I'm the one with a problem?" Sadie fired back, crossing her arms and a permanent scowl on her face now. Missy was shaking, standing in front of Sadie with my jersey still in her hands. Why the hell hadn't she left that on my car yet?

"I came here to give Kent his jersey back and you're already trying to move in? We hardly broke up two hours ago!" Hearing Missy talk as if we had ben together this whole time irritated me and I stepped forward to say something but Sadie was too quick. 

"From what I heard you two weren't even together," Sadie snapped ad Missy lunged at her again but instead of stepping back Sadie planted her hands on Missy's shoulders and shoved her back hard. I watched with secret delight as Missy stumbled back and almost fell but suddenly Charlie was behind her, catching her. Here to save the day, I'm sure. 

"Whoa, calm down Missy," Charlie attempted to calm Missy down but there was no use. She was furious. 

"You really are the worst kind of girl, Sadie," Missy yelled back but she didn't try to come after Sadie again. Now I stepped forward to stand between the girls. The last thing we needed was a fight breaking out after our first game of the season and not being able to have dances anymore. 

"Missy, seriously you need to knock it off," I growled, annoyed that she had ruined my chance to dance with Sadie and that she was drawing attention to us, again. 

"I can't believe you're choosing that hick twat over me-"

Instantly I was furious too, she had no right to be talking about Sadie like that. 

"Enough Missy!" I finally yelled back, not caring that over half the students were watching this display now. Sadie stepped forward to go after Missy again but I grabbed her arm and kept her behind me. "You need to leave, before you make a bigger fool out of yourself than you already have," 

"Oh yeah Kent?" Missy's angry eyes flashed towards me now, "Do you think I'm scared of you?"

"I'd leave if I were you Missy, unless you want me to start opening my mouth about things too," 

I watched as Missy glared between Sadie and I, her lips pressed together in a thin line and I knew she was trying to decide her next move. If she really wanted the whole school knowing her dirty little secret I'd be more than happy to spill the beans right here and now. 

To my, and everyone else's, surprise Missy simply turned on her heels and stormed out of the gym. I felt Sadie relax behind me. 

"I'm really sorry about that Sadie," I grabbed the jersey that Missy had thrown to the ground before leaving and turned to face Sadie who looked as white as a ghost. "Can I get you a drink?"

I wanted to forget everything that had just happened in the past five minutes. 

"Um, sure," Sadie followed behind me to the table of refreshments quietly. 

"So how'd you like the game?" I asked, desperately trying to lighten the mood that surrounded the two of us now. I grabbed the cups and began filling them with what little punch was left in the big bowl. How the teachers couldn't smell the putrid alcohol was beyond my understanding. 

"It was fun, I'm glad you guys won," She flashed me a small smile as I handed her the cup and she took it quickly, our hands touching for a split second. 

"To junior year," I held up my cup and she clicked her plastic cup against the rim of mine. As we both took a massive chug out of our cups we both realized the mistake we made. In two seconds we were both coughing and trying not to spit out the horrible mixture. Whoever had spiked the punch had not mixed the alcohol well, we both basically swallowed a shot of cheap whiskey. Sadie was trying not to laugh.

"Sorry, I . . . uh, should have mixed the punch better," I laughed now too as Sadie quickly shoved her cup back into my hand with a disgusted face.

Instead of asking Sadie to dance again I suggested we walk back to the dorm room, the party was starting to die down now anyway. 

Sadie agreed and I set down both of our cups, grabbing her hand and leading us out of the gym. 

I realized then that it definitely wasn't the alcohol that was making my body warmer.