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I shut my eyes, hoping whatever this feeling is will go away with some sleep. Never has alcohol hit me this hard and I am starting to wonder if I drank more than the six cups of beer I remember having. Six beers have never done this to me before, so it must be something else.
As I start to drift off, I feel the bed move. My head hurts so bad that I can’t open my eyes, but I feel someone crawling closer to me across the mattress.
“You—” I try to finish my sentence, but the words are lost on me as the balloon feeling in my head increases.
As the person comes closer, I want nothing more than to push them away, whoever they are. I feel hands on my chest and a weight on my lap. I try to swat them away, but my arms are too heavy to lift. Nails scrap down my chest and rest on my belt before releasing it.
The last thought I have before blacking out is of Blaire and how I hope to fuck she comes and gets whoever is in my room out.
31
BLAIRE
People are overflowing out of the guys’ house, and I can hear the music from down the street. The road is filled with cars, and I struggle to find a spot. There are a few older kids in costumes walking around the neighborhood, but it seems the trick-or-treaters have called it a night.
Unless I want to block someone’s driveway, I have to drive at least ten houses down to find a place to park on the street. This party is crazier than any I have seen, and I’m worried about going into the house. While I have made more progress the last year, especially the last couple months, with the issues I have struggled with since my assault, a party like this is not something I would have prepared for.
As Emree and I exit the car, I take a deep breath to mentally prepare myself to go in there. Camden promised me that the moment I was ready to leave, he would be right there with me, and I have to hold onto that. I have a boyfriend who is amazing and will be there for me when I need him. I trust him, more than he knows.
Arm in arm, Emree and I walk along the sidewalk toward the house with the much too loud music. “I’m surprised their neighbors haven’t called the police with a noise complaint at this point. The cars are practically bouncing.” She isn’t wrong. If I lived by them, this kind of party would annoy me.
“Maybe with it being a holiday, everyone is letting it slide. Or they could be out themselves.” Many of the houses around us are dark inside.
“True.”
Much like at Whiskey Joe’s, there are girls surrounding the house in every version of jobs and characters, but of course the sexy kind. There are a few dressed like police and some in schoolgirl outfits. The guys are dressed in a variety of costumes from superheroes to funny ones like Twister and Ricky Bobby. There are a few people masked up in scary outfits, and I’m thankful they are in the minority because, while I love Halloween, I don’t enjoy the scary aspect of it. Haunted houses and I do not go well together.
As we walk up the driveway, Emree squeezes my arm. “You going to be okay?”
I love my best friend. Instead of running inside to find Conrad, she is right by my side because she knows how difficult parties have been for me. “Yeah. Camden kept reassuring me that we can leave anytime I want to.”
“Good,” she says. “I’ll head home with you if you want to. This party is even more wild than I like.”
As we walk through the front door, my eyes widen. Bodies are covering every area from the entryway to the living room and into the kitchen. The guys’ house isn’t small, but it isn’t that large either. It’s a standard two-story suburban house. They have used the limited space well and turned the living room into a makeshift dance floor with bodies bumping and grinding on each other. The stairs have people lingering around and talking with drinks in their hands and there are a few I can see upstairs.
As Emree and I walk into the house, I can’t help but cover my nose at the smell of liquor and a mixture of cologne and perfume and BO. Not the most appealing of smells, considering everything hits you at once.
A guy dressed in a Where’s Waldo costume cuts us off as we walk through the house and spills his beer all over Emree and me. “Oops,” he says with a smile on his face. “You ladies should really get out of those wet clothes.” He saunters up to Emree and rubs his body against hers.
Before she can say anything, the creepy guy is pulled away by the back of his shirt. “I swear to God, Jensen, if you touch these girls, I will tell Coach you got hammered at the strip club and he’ll bench you for the next game,” Conrad says through clenched teeth.
He still has the teammate by the back of his shirt and the guy’s eyes widen at Conrad’s threat. “Y-yeah, man. I was just messing.” After he is released, the guy moves away, leaving Emree and me covered in his spilled beer.
“This is just great. I made us these fabulous costumes and that idiot had to go and ruin them the moment we walk through the door,” she complains.
“Aw,” Conrad says as he grabs Emree around the waist and pulls her to him. “You still look hot. If I turn you around right now, will my name be on you?”
She flashes him a knowing smile. “Maybe.” She kisses him on the cheek and steps back to look at his outfit. “My man looks sexy in this gladiator costume. Make sure you keep this on all night.”
He bends down and takes her lips in a crushing kiss. I look away and try to find Camden among the crowd of people. He didn’t tell me what he was wearing tonight, so for all I know he could be one of the masked scary characters.
“Looking for your boy?” Conrad asks. He has Emree tucked into his side now.
“Yeah, have you seen him? There’s a crazy amount of people here.”
“He was outside watching the beer pong games last I saw him.” He nods toward the back door. “Let’s head that way. It’s less crowded outside anyway.”
Still crushed to Conrad’s side, Emree reaches for my hand as he guides us through the crowd of people. It seems the partiers move out of his way more easily than they did ours as we head through the living room and into the kitchen and out the back door. Not sure if it has to do with his large size or status, but the fact that we did not have to fight our way through the house anymore makes me happy.
