Whatever it Takes
It was the graduation party, and everyone was doing just that- partying.
Gabriella watched Troy dance with the other girls on the dance floor. She wasn't the sort of person that danced with guys at parties, but it made her jealous to see Troy not looking at her but the girls' bodies.
She glanced at the tequila Troy was sipping, then she saw Troy peering down one of the girls' shirts. It made Gabi's blood boil. She knew Troy wasn't acting like himself, but she didn't like Troy focusing his attention on some other girl, drunk or not drunk.
She lunged for the tequila on the counter next to her and gulped it down, the whole bottle. When she was done sipping it, she suddenly felt free and lightheaded. She saw Troy look down the girl's shirt again, the marched up to him.
"Hey", she said, poking him in a drunken state, "Don't you be looking down other girl's shirts, in fact, you can look down mine." If Gabi hadn't been dead drunk she wouldn't have said that in a million years. But the thing was: she was dead drunk.
Troy didn't give a second thought, he was drunk beyond belief. He just smiled goofily, then picked her up and carried her out of the room, into the halls, then dragging her to the empty teacher's lounge.
You might say they did it out of hidden desire, but if that was the case, the consequence was dire.
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