Chapter 9
“Whatever.” I shrugged nonchalantly then turned around to look at the ma*s of teenagers. They looked utterly out of their minds, drunk, high and hopefully not on drugs. There were some I recognized from school but never spoke to.
But there were some who looked too old to be in the same age group as me. I feel a heavy arm drape around my shoulder, the weight a bit uncomfortable. I turn sideways to see the culprit. “Let’s go.” Ryan says dragging me along to what looked like the kitchen.
Well I hoped it was the kitchen, I wasn’t so sure if I was intoxicated with whatever was floating in the air. The
kitchen didn’t seem to be as crowded as the living room area. But the stench of alcohol was more prominent in the air.
I looked around, spotting the big cooler that was filled with different beverages. Ryan moves his hands off my shoulder, thankfully. And darts over to the fridge. My eyes almost bulge out of it’s sockets for the amount of beers that were over packed inside.
“There’s more?” I stupidly ask as I scan over the drinks. Some of the teenagers that still lingered in the kitchen looked at me strangely. I shrugged not in the moment to care for their judging.
“Want anything Ash?” Ryan yells over his shoulder and rummages through the fridge for whatever he was desperately was looking for.
“A bottle of water would be much appreciated.” I grumble wanting to get out of there. Why did I come here? This isn’t exactly my scene.
“Of course you would take a bottle of water.” A voice dripping of sarcasm reaches my ears. I turn to see who and wasn’t surprised to see Stacy heading my way. Blake’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. I feel the burning of jealousy swim in my body at the sight.
wasn’t ugly but could you really blame me? The girl
I did. I hated that she always wanted to make me look like a kid in front of Blake. “What’s wrong with water? I’m the designated
think there’s water.” Ryan responds then grabs a bottle of liquor behind the beers then grabs one beer in
beer. Not seeing any bottle of water in sight I
of the fridge with a slight bang I turn around. I’m confused to see Stacy
blue eyes. His gaze was focused on me or more specifically my legs. My
water in the pipe.” I uttered. Grabbed a plastic cup and head over to the sink. After filling the cup with the water I greatly needed at the moment I drank
to the kitchen table. “Beer pong.” He says whilst shaking the
shake my head.”Yeah
if you don’t want to party? Just
an
know what fine, let’s play that peer pong.” I hissed,
pong Ley.” Blake
“Whatever.” I grumble.
her name.” I could distinctly hear Stacy’s whine. I zoned out their conversation
cups and form them into a pyramid. I’m confused not knowing
ping pong ball. Think Miller has one around?” Ryan asked Blake who came to help him set up the cups. Blake shrugs. “I don’t know
it if you ask.” Ryan urges
Stacy has her arms wrapped around him not at all helping him set up the cups. But I wasn’t exactly much
help either.
Blake looks lost in thought for a moment then nods. “Fine, but you need to come with me. I can’t handle when he cries. That shit just creeps me out.”
Ryan laughs and walks over to Blake.”Stay here little Ash, we’ll be back.” He warns, shooting me a stern look.
“Okay dad.” I rolled my eyes.
“Don’t worry Ley I’ll be your daddy in bed!” Blake laughs, winking for extra effect. I gasp my eyes snapping to Stacy’s. Why would he say that when his girlfriend is right there?
I could see her contempt and I couldn’t blame her. Her boyfriend did just sexually joke with another girl that wasn’t her. I tear my eyes away feeling shame crawl up my face. I turn to glare at Blake but he and Ryan weren’t in sight anymore.
I feel like a caged bird, wanting to crawl in a tiny hole and never come back out. I feel Stacy’s hostility, feel the rage pouring out of her. “You know I don’t get it.” She starts.
I knew she was talking to me. It was obvious. We were the only two people left in the kitchen.
“Don’t get what?” I question softly, not daring to stare at her.
“I don’t get what he sees in you.” She grits out.