Disclaimer- I do not own Hannah Montana. I also don't own the song Party Like A Rockstar. It's not going to be in this, just the title.
Party Like A Rockstar
Chapter One.
PARTAY.
Jake is downing drinks like there is no tomorrow. I wish I could just punch him right now. We've been dating for a few months now, and I knew he drank, but not like this. He had always invited me to these parties but I declined his offers, knowing that I don't like them. When he asked me again today, I said yes because I felt like I owed him at least one party. Now, I'm regretting that. As I said, Jake is downing drinks like there is no tomorrow. We've been here no longer than thirty minutes and he's on number four? Yes, number four.
I should know how these parties go. Being Hannah Montana, I've been to plenty of them. It's just different seeing someone you care about getting crazy and drunk, than seeing some other celebrity or stranger that doesn't matter to you getting drunk.
"M-miley! Coommmee dance w-with Jakey!" Jake slurred to me, spilling half his drink on the floor. He started laughing hesterically for no apparent reason. "It's a PARTAY!" God, was he embarrassing or what?
I was about to answer him, but some other girls came up and took my danceing spot. They were dressed in skimpy tops and short skirts. Sluts. Thankfully Jake was smart enough to shrug the girls off after a minute, and then guess where he went? To the kitchen, for another drink.
Getting sick of this, I found the stairs and climbed up them. I wasn't sure who's house I was in, but they had to have some quiet bedroom. I opened up the first door on the right. Big mistake. There was couple on the bed, deep in a makeout session.
"Get the HELL out of here!!" The guy screamed at me. I quickly shut the door and went into the next bedroom, but not without knocking first. No one was in there. It was a pink, fairy themed room. It looked like a little girl's room. It was so innocent, quite the opposite from the party down stairs. I liked it. I laid back onto the bed and texted Lilly for about an hour and a half. She stopped responding to my texts after that, so I sat on the bed, alone with my thoughts.
I thought about leaving, but I knew I couldn't. Even if I was mad at Jake I couldn't let him drive himself home drunk. That was too dangerous. Thinking about this brought up thoughts about my mom. She'd been killed by a drunk driver. I never told Jake about this, there just hasn't been the right time.
About fifteen mintues later, the door swung open. A stumbling Jake appeared in the doorway.
"There you a-are! I-I've been looking for you." He said, slurring his words together. I didn't say anything. "What are you doing up here? The PARTAY is downstairs!" Ahhh, I wish I could kill him. Or scream PARTY, NOT PARTAY. That was driving me crazy. I didn't though. I knew it'd be a little harsh. He was just trying to have fun...if even his way of doing it was pissing me off.
"Yeah, I just had a headache." I lied, hoping he'd be ready to go soon. Jake belly flopped onto the bed, so his face landed right near mine.
"Well, do you want to go back downstairs? We haven't danced yet." He said.
"Uh, no thanks. I'm just going to stay up here." I answered. Jake looked annoyed. I was the one that should be annoyed, not him.
"Why are you being like this? It's a partay!" Jake exclaimed. God, could he not say party like a regular person?
"Why are you being like this?" I asked, sending the question back his way. Jake rolled his eyes, not having an answer. "I hope you get the hangover from hell tomorrow." I told him.
"Whatever Miley." Jake sighed, obviously annoyed. I have now decided as much as I like him when he's sober, I hate him drunk. He's a jerk when he's drunk.
"Do you want to go home?" He asked me, his tone wasn't very kind.
"Yes. Lets go." I grabbed my jacket off the bed and followed him down the steps. I followed Jake as we shoved through the massive crowds of people, just trying to get to the front door. Once we got to where he'd parked on the street, Jake automatically got into the drivers seat.
"Get out." I told him, standing next to his door.
"No. You get in. Lets go." Jake insisted.
"You can't drive, dumbass. You're drunk." I said, frustrated.
"I'm fine, now lets go." He just wouldn't give up.
"Jake, I am NOT driving home with you. Get in the other side, or I'm going to walk home." I told him. As much of a jerk Jake was being, I knew he cared enough not to let me walk home. I didn't even know where we were. Finally, he got into the passenger's side, and threw me the keys.
We were about thirty minutes out of Malibu, so it would take about forty to get back to Jake's house. Right before getting onto the highway, I pulled into Starbucks. I got two black coffees and took them to the car. I punched Jake's shoulder, who had fallen asleep, and made him drink the coffee. If I was going to take him to his house I wanted him to be at least semi-sober. After he drank his coffee (and mine) and about fifteen minutes from his house, Jake seemed okay. He was leaning against the car door, rubbing his temples. Apparently he had a headache.
"Head hurt?" I asked. Jake groaned.
"Yes." He answered.
"Good," I whispered, not thinking he could hear me.
"I heard that." He said. Whoops. Oh well. "So, did you have fun tonight?" No? Why was he even asking? When I didn't answer him he sighed.
"I'm sorry." He said. I ignored him. Again. Now Jake was getting annoyed. "Miley, it shouldn't be new to you that people drink. People do. We aren't like four anymore!" He was angry.
"Ouch," I said, trying not to show that that actually had hurt me. I did know that people drank. But I didn't know Jake drank like that. And he left upstairs for like two hours, not even noticing I was gone. I'M the mad one. NOT him. Jake stared out the window.
"You know what, Jake? You don't have a reason to be mad at me. I didn't bring you to a party an then get drunk and forget you were there, did I? No, but it sounds familiar doesn't it? Thats what you did to me." I told him. Jake wasn't quite sure what to say. He looked out the window for a few moments.
"Sorry," He muttered. Sorry? Was that all he could say?
OKaayy. End of chapter uno. haha. believe it or not, this IS going to be Jiley, don't worry. I'm nervous abot posting this. I hope you like it! Please review!!! Thanks guys!
XOXO
SHERRIE.