Chapter 1—Drunk
“Hey baby! Do you mind getting us some drinks?” Jared’s husky voice filtered over the party music.
“Not at all. Whaddaya want?” I asked, already knowing his response.
“A beer or a shot or something. You know I like ‘em strong.” He winked and kissed my lips roughly before sending me on my way.
I slipped through the crowded living room and found the drink table. There was a various assortment of beer, vodka, whiskey, and whatever vine the parents were stupid enough to leave on the countertop. I selected one of the cups and took a sip. Vodka. Definitely strong. Jared would love it. I grabbed a soda for myself, knowing that I would be driving Jared home.
I skipped back to Jared, picturing exactly what he would do when he saw what I had found for him.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I finally got to him. I was envisioning a kiss more passionate than Romeo and Juliet, but what I got was much, much different. Jared was kissing somebody all right, but it sure wasn’t me!
He was sitting on the loveseat where I had left him, but somehow a slutty blonde whore had made her way into his lap. The two were practically glued to each other’s faces! His hand was feeling it’s way up the back off her shirt, and both her arms and legs were wrapped securely around him. Even worse, he seemed completely oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was standing right in front of him.
“Jerk!” I screamed through the curtain of tears that had suddenly appeared on my face. Without thinking, I threw my opened soda in his direction. “We’re over!”
He looked up in surprise as I ran off sobbing. I ended up back by the drink table, which reminded me that I still had the vodka in my hand. I chugged it, wanting for the first time in my life to get drunk, and stay that way. I downed three more before I saw Jared pushing his way through the crowd.
In a hurry to get out of there, I pulled out my keys and sprinted to my car. I faintly remembered something about not driving drunk, but Jared was coming through the door and I had to get out of there.
I sped out of the driveway, hurt and miserable. I never slowed down, even after I was well past the house.
Suddenly I came around a sharp bend, and the last thing I saw was a pair of headlights.
