"Laila, get your ass out of the bathroom and let's go! All the good booze will be gone!" screams my dorm mate, Daisy who also happens to be my peppy brunette best friend.
"Can't we just skip this thing?" I say taking a shot of tequila as I exit the bathroom in a red strappy sundress my brother's girlfriend made me buy last Sunday when we went shopping. It totally wasn't me, but hey it was short and tight which is what all the guys like, right?
"Lay! What the hell has gotten into you?" She giggles and escorts me out of room and to the car. We fly down the empty Massachusetts roads to a beach area where a party is in full blast. We quickly find some booze and then walk around spotting the new guys.
"Well if it isn't little Mary Parry!" Aaron Abbott, a douchebag and enemy of my brother, smirks. He just loves calling me names like Mary because I am still a virgin. The only reason he does this is because in 5th grade he and I were forced to go to '7 minutes in Heaven' and he was too afraid to kiss me. I promised to not tell anyone, but he instead decided that he could work the event to improve his image. Now he is not afraid of physical contact...far from it. I wouldn't be surprised if he has one if not many STDs
"What a cute nickname! How original?" I exclaim and then add, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah...perhaps you want to make up for that 7 minutes in heaven thing." He grins.
I spot the object of my desires across the crowd. "I'd love to...but I got to attend to something." I slur and chug down the rest of my drink. I am usually not like this...I am quite the opposite actually. I am the quiet type who is better at her studies than make up and better at volunteering then parties. I am no Ms. Highschool. The only reason I am even noticed at this school is my brother, Pogue. He, with his leather jackets and long brown hair, is practically a God at this school along with his three best friends: Tyler, Reid, and Caleb. Tyler Simms is the youngest of the friends and only 6 months older than me. He is somewhat quiet and polite so he is often misunderstood as being innocent little brunette with tame baby blue eyes, but trust me he loves craziness that is why he is partners in crime with Reid Garwin. Reid is a blonde fire ball of teenage angst and male hormones. He is a smooth-talking blue-eyed lover boy with a witty, fiery personality. And lastly there is Caleb, the tall dark haired dreamy one, who happens to the very man I am heading towards right now.
But suddenly I am stopped right in my tracks. If I wasn't wasted as fuck, I would be running away, crying my eyes out...but instead I stand and watch(which will no doubt hurt me even more when I am sober) Caleb's eyes light up as he talks to a perfect bodied blonde. Caleb had been expressing interest in me lately...but I could tell that would be no more. This perky blonde would be the end of me. He never looked at me like that...but why would he? I am just his best friend's plain little sister...nothing special.
"COPS!" Someone in the crowd yells. Everyone rushes around me...but I stand still staring at the place Caleb and Blondie were talking.
"Laila! What the hell are you doing?" Daisy growls as she grabs me and pulls me towards where her car is parked.
Through the chaos I hear a voice angrily barking my name, "Laila!" I look at see my brother Pogue walking towards me. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Partying man," I giggle as I stumble behind Daisy.
"Are you drunk?" He asks then to Daisy, "Is she drunk?"
"Only just a smidgen." I laugh, "Smidgen is a funny word." I add with a snort.
Pogue looks at me with that classic Pogue disappointed in me face. "What the hell has gotten into you? Let me take you back to the dorms."
"Oh I can take her.." Daisy interrupts shyly. She's had the biggest crush on all of my so-called brothers ever since she met me.
"Really? Thanks Daisy. If you have any problems don't be afraid to call me." He says. Daisy giggles as if he is hitting on her. Pogue always gets this sort of response...so he doesn't even seem to notice. "Make sure you get Laila to talk to me tomorrow."
"Sure brrro! I'll call ya! Tell my other brothers I say hellooooo." I slur, stumbling on my words.
"What the hell is wrong with her!" Pogue growls as Daisy and I reach our car. We get into the car and I play with seat belt. Pogue glares at me as he gets into Tyler's hummer. I then start getting super dizzy and before I black out I see that perfect blonde with Reid. What the hell! Was she doing all the damn Sons in one night?
"Laila! Get up!" Daisy yells at the top of her lungs.
"Why are you yelling?" I moan, cracking open my exhausted eyes. My head is pounding like someone is jackhammering a hole right in between my eyes.
"I am whispering, Lay. Look you were really drunk last night...Reid had to carry you into the room because you passsed out. Are you going to be okay?" She says to me.
"He did what?" I sit up. That perv probably copped a feel of my boob or something just so he could brag about it to Tyler.
"You past out..and I couldn't get you into the room...you were in and out of consciousness a lot.." She says.
"Oh how lovely." I groan, getting up and walking casually to the bathroom where I barf my brains out for like 5 minutes. I so do not want to do that ever again. When I tear myself from the toilet, Daisy hands me a towel and some weird purple liquid in a bottle.
"Drink." She says in response to my 'huh?' face.
"No. That looks disgusting!" I whine.
"Just drink. Do you want to have to suffer through that hangover all school?" She asks.
I glare at her then sigh and drink the insufferable purple liquid. "What the hell is that?" I cough.
"Reid brought it for you. He says it's the reason he can drink all the time and still be that gorgeous." She informs me. Yup...it definitely was from Reid and it probably will work because Reid is one of those superficial assholes who would spend time finding the perfect cure to the effects of his lifestyle. "Why don't you go shower up? You smell a bit like vomit."
"Thanks.." I say sarcastically then head to the showers. The warm water clears my mind a bit and I start to remember the events of last night. I remember being excited to see Caleb...because we were going to finally tell Pogue that we sort of liked each other...but I was nervous...so I drank a bit, well, more like a lot. And then when I got to the party, I only drank more and when I finally saw Caleb...he was with some pretty girl...and I know it is over now. He won't pick me over her...never...did you see her outfit...she was wearing practically nothing but didn't look slutty, any girl who can do that is a magician to me. And me? I was wearing the prettiest outfit I had and I still looked like shit!
After my shower, I get ready quickly back in the dorm with Daisy. I throw on a bit of make up to cover up the huge bags under my eyes and I still looked like shit. If I wasn't completely out of the picture for Caleb last night...I would be if he sees me today.
"Come on, Laila! We better get going if you want to get a good seat in Lit. Mr. Gordon spits when he talks." Daisy says grabbing her bag.
"Alright." I say adjusting my largely unflattering plaid uniform skirt. I then grab my bag and my cellphone from my desk. As I walk down the corridors, I notice I have a text message. Perhaps I have not completely lost Caleb's interest. I open it and it is from Pogue. He wants me to meet him at lunch so he can yell at me of course. How great! Not only do I have a major hangover on the first day of school, have lost my possible boyfriend to a new pretty blonde, but now I have to listen to lectures from my overbearing older brother about drinking! Could this day get any worse?
Luckily my first classes aren't bad. Boring mostly and filled with juvenile ice-breaking games. For some reason, teachers find that necessary no matter if you are in preschool or in high school. I am dreading the bell letting us out to lunch...because of the super fun talk Pogue will have prepared. He'll probably do it in front of Caleb and his new girl too...in which he will make me seem like the most pathetic child ever to live...and perhaps I am.
The bell chimes loudly as if it is mocking me. I get up slowly from my seat and meander my way to the cafeteria sluggishly. Once in the cafeteria, I walk to Pogue's table where he is smiling and joking with his friends...but when he sees me his smile quickly fades.
"Laila! What the hell was with last night!" He snarls.
"I got a bit drunk...what ever." I mumble.
"A bit! Laila, you look like shit! You could barely walk. What the hell got into you?"
"Listen Pogue...can we go somewhere else and talk..." I say glancing at Caleb who was talking to the blonde but now diverting his attention to Pogue's big loud voice.
"No. Laila, let me talk. Okay so it's nice that you got out and partied...but you can't get out of control like that. Is this some sort of stunt to get mom and dad's attention? They don't care Lay. You could've gotten hurt...quit being such a stupid kid and grow up, alright? You aren't little miss perfect anymore...so get used to it." He spits. His venomous words take effect just as he wanted them to. I turn and walk out of the cafeteria embarrassed and hurt. I suppose this day could and did get worse. I go out to the courtyard and sit on a bench, trying not to cry.
"What's the matter baby girl? Having trouble in paradise?" a familiar voice asks.
I look up to see Reid walking towards me with a cigarette in hand. "Fuck off, Reid. I am really not in the mood."
"I like your aggression. Why don't you show a little of that to Caleb? Perhaps he'd actually give a fuck." He smirks. Fuck. How did he know? "Look Laila, Pogue is being a douche. He'll get over it. And you are going to have to quit this virgin Mary, nice girl routine. No one wants to fuck a prude."
"Why the hell is everyone calling me virgin mary!" I groan.
"Because you act like one. Look do you want my help or not?" He asks as he takes a puff of his cigarette.
"Help with what, Garwin?" I ask.
"Gosh. Are you stupid?" He says shaking his head, "With Danvers. I know you are into him. I've seen the way you pine after the guy. It's sort of obvious. Your jaw practically hit the ground when you saw Caleb with Sarah." Aha! So the bitch's name is Sarah. "I thought you were going to pass out right then and there. You were pathetic. I gotta admit though you were pretty amusing when drunk. When I was carrying you in last night, you were singing and cutting loose. You are actually a cool kid when you don't have a stick up your ass."
I sit there pondering in silence for a moment. Crap. He could've heard anything when I was drunk...that's probably how he found out. But that is besides the point. Why would Garwin help me? We are friends...sort of...but why help me? He has nothing to gain from this...and do I even want that man-whores help? "What's in it for you?"
"For me? Nothing just the knowledge that I helped a friend in need." He smiles innocently.
"Bull shit. What do you want?" I repeat myself.
"Hm...well Sarah for starters...with Caleb out of the way...she'll be mine for the taking...and then there is Tyler. I am such a giving guy...and well I'd like to do something nice for my little brother...you know get him laid and what not...so I wanted you to get Daisy to go out with him. She seems like a nice girl and he really doesn't get that much tail. Oh and there are some other things...but we'll get to those things when we cross that bridge."
"What things, Reid."
"Like little favors and such...I could really use some help with homework and such...nothing major you know." He says slickly. Ugh. I have a feeling this won't turn out well for me. Is Caleb even worth it? Who needs those big brown eyes looking down at you while you are wrapped in those strong warm arms, being pulled against his rock hard chest as he whispers sweet nothings to you? Me! As cliche as that image was, I still wanted to have those fairy tale moments with Caleb...and I am willing to get those at any cost.
I sigh, "Alright..."
"Great...I'll come to your dorm after school with Tyler. I trust you will have Daisy informed on our arrangement and ready for their date so we can get down to business, eh? Oh and if you could give me copies of all our history notes...for the rest of the year...that'd be great." He laughs, throws his cigarette, and walks away. Great, I just sold my soul for love.
