Page 63 of Under Her

“I, uh…” I’m sliding along the counter, beer in each hand, edging away. “I can’t. I, uh, I have to get back to my friend.”

His body turns, following mine. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you didn’t go back straightaway.”

“No. I, um…I have to…get her drink to her.” I spin on my heel, sloshing beer over my hands, but I don’t stop. I get the hell out of that kitchen as soon as possible.

As the door shuts behind me, raucous laughter breaks out in the kitchen.

“Struck out with the fatty!” One of them laughs. “Looks like you’re gonna need that titty pic of Cross’s after all!”

And I die a little more on the inside.

I’m getting drunk.

I know, I know. I’m being stereotypical. A bunch of guys called me fat, and I’m getting drunk.

But, honestly, the more I drink, the less my insides hurt. So, drinking, it is.

Joely knew something was wrong when I came back from the kitchen, but I told her that I was fine. I know Joely. She would have gone and given Dean a piece of her mind. Then, she’d have suggested we leave the party and go grab some pizza, meaning she’d have left behind the cute guy who was clearly into her.

So, I smiled and told her I was fine and that she should go dance with the cute guy, who I now know is called Todd. It took a few times of persuading her until she finally relented.

So, while she’s been dancing with Todd, I’ve been knocking back the drinks. Well, I’ve only had three beers, but I’m a cheap date.

And a fat one apparently.

Can anyone say bitter?

Okay, so I’m super drunk now.

I’m on my…fifth beer. I think. It could be sixth. Who knows? All I know is, I’m buzzing, and I feel awesome!

Joely is currently on the sofa, making out with Todd, and I’m super happy for her.

Really, I am. I love Joely, and I want her to be happy.

And at least one of us is getting some.

She didn’t just leave me standing here alone though. She kept coming to check on me every so often. I told her I was going to leave the party if she came to check on me one more time. She got the hint and hit the sofa with Todd, and she’s been sucking face with him since.

I’ve not been standing here like a sad loner though. Hannah came to chat for a bit, and then she vanished again. I was talking to Andrea from my business enterprise class until her boyfriend turned up, and she disappeared off with him.

I laugh to myself, like the loser that I am.

My bladder squeezes.

Ugh, I need to pee. I haven’t been to the bathroom all night, and I’ve drunk about a gallon of beer. It’s surprising that my bladder hasn’t burst already.

I take the stairs, dodging the people sitting on them.

When I reach the landing, I walk down the hallway. There are, like, a hundred doors here.

Okay, not a hundred, but enough. And not one has a sign saying, Bathroom Here.

The last thing I want to do is walk into someone’s bedroom and see people going at it.

I pick a door and step close to it. I lean in, seeing if I can hear anything. There’s no noise, so I try the door. It opens, and no one is in there, but it’s a bedroom.

I shut the door and step close to the next door.