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I scrunch up my nose at the smell. “Why do I get the feeling you already pre-gamed?”
Lydia laughs and shakes the large water bottle she’s been carrying around all night. “Just a little mixed drink to help make the game more bearable.”
“You’re too much,” I say with a laugh as we exit the stadium together. That’s my best friend, though. I love her exactly as she is.
It only takes us a few minutes to walk to the middle school, and once we get there, we find the other basketball girls in an area behind the middle school free of any lights.
“There they are,” Jazmin says as we walk over, her words slurring together in a way that makes me wonder if everyone started drinking early.
I steal the flask that Jazmin is holding right out of her hand and take a big gulp. I don’t drink very often, so the alcohol burns like crazy as it goes down. “I need to catch up to all of you.”
Lydia laughs and shakes her head as she watches me force down another sip from the flask. “It’s not going to take much, Miss Lightweight.”
“Whatever.” She’s not wrong. My head is already starting to feel spinny and it’s been all of thirty seconds. That has to be some sort of placebo effect because no one actually gets drunk that fast.
We stay at the middle school for about fifteen minutes before making the collective decision to head to Thalia’s house. It is luckily just a few minutes walk away, making it the perfect party house.
As soon as we walk in the door to her house, Thalia greets us with a tray of Jell-O shots. The different colored Jell-O matches the array of colors in her shoulder-length hair. I believe her natural hair color is brown, but she changes it so much that I’m not sure at this point.
I grab just one shot, unlike my friends who all take at least two. That one shot is more than enough though, and less than a half hour later, I’m definitely drunk.
Thalia waves her arms at me from across the room where she’s standing in front of a beer pong table. “Be my partner?” she asks once I’m close enough to hear her. “I figure who better to ask than a basketball player with a killer shot.”
I rest my hand on the table to try to stop myself from wobbling so much. “That’s when I’m sober. No promises now.”
Thalia puts a hand on my arm and laughs as if I just told a joke. “No worries. I’ll take what I can get.”
Out of pure luck, I somehow make my first two shots. When I get the balls back, my one shot is too short and the other goes way too long. Luckily, the people we are playing against are even drunker than me and can barely stand, let alone throw a ping pong ball. The game seems to go on forever since no one can make a shot, but finally, I get the ball into our final cup.
Thalia jumps up and down in celebration then pulls me into her arms. Has she always been this touchy? Is there a chance that…? I try to shake these thoughts from my head because there’s no way. Unfortunately, between the note, the alcohol, and how good it feels with Thalia holding me, I’m suddenly thinking about kissing her. Oh, hell no. I’m way too drunk. I should not be thinking about kissing one of my friends. I’m going to be sick.
No. Literally. I break away from Thalia and hurry to the nearest bathroom, making it just in time to empty all of the contents of my stomach into the toilet. As soon as I say a prayer that no one walks in and finds me like this, the gods decide to have a laugh at my expense.
“Everything okay in here?” a sweet voice asks.
I look up from where I’m gripping onto the toilet and find my classmate, Felicity Jax, standing by the door to the bathroom. Great. As if puking isn’t bad enough, now my hot, older chemistry lab partner is watching me do it. Felicity looks just as amazing as usual, her black hair styled in loose curls, her jeans hugging her small frame in all the right places, and that low-cut red V-neck T-shirt leaving nothing to the imagination.
Not going to lie, I’ve had quite a few fantasies about meeting up with Felicity at a party and having my way with her. None of those fantasies started with me clinging onto the toilet though, so tonight is not that night. Really, no night will ever be that night since Felicity is very straight. She has a boyfriend who is a senior in college, or so I hear. I’ve never actually seen him before. Apparently, he never comes back for anything. I guess I wouldn’t either if I was a college guy dating a high school senior. But then again if that high school senior was Felicity Jax… STOP, MARJORIE.
“I’m just hanging out.” I have no idea if my answer makes sense since I can’t even remember what the question is anymore.
The way Felicity laughs tells me she didn’t ask me what I was doing. “That’s cool.” She nods her head toward the toilet. “Make a new friend? Looks like a lot of fun.”
“Tons.” For some reason, I decide it’s a good idea to point at my puke in the toilet. “Just concocting my own little science experiment in here. I’m trying to see how many bad decisions it takes to create this liquid.” Ew. Why am I talking?
Luckily, Felicity looks amused. “Well… what did you find out?”
I hold up what I think is three fingers, but it honestly might be four. “Three. Jazmin’s flask, Jell-O shots, and beer pong.”
“I see.” Felicity nods in mock sincerity. “I’ll be sure to avoid Jazmin’s flask.” She looks around the bathroom as if she’s either searching for something or buying time as she thinks of what to say next. “I would offer to give you a ride home, but I’ve had a little bit to drink. Wouldn’t want to risk the precious cargo.”
Is she flirting? She can’t be… right? I’m so drunk. What the hell did Jazmin have in that flask? “I can call my brother. He said he’d pick me up.”
Felicity smirks and raises an eyebrow, and I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. “Marcus? Think he could give me a ride home?”
I shrug. “I don’t know why not.”
After about fifteen minutes of waiting outside and making small talk that I know I won’t remember tomorrow, Marcus pulls into the driveway. I immediately go for the back door because I assume Abby is with him. Probably unaware of this, Felicity opens the front passenger door.
