I took another sip of my beer as I sat on the couch, looking around the garage full of smoke and people I barely even know. I don't know why I came out tonight anyways. Janelle told me that her friend was having a kick it and told me that I was invited. I guess I had nothing better to do, and my son was at his dad's this weekend, so I finally had time to myself. What better way to spend it with drinks and hookah, right?

I guess I should tell you about myself, huh? My name's Karina, twenty-two years old, with a 2 year old son. I've dropped out of school so many times, and work part time. I'm not with my son's father, Kendall Schmidt, anymore, but that's some complicated bullshit. Things are always crazy between us. It's like a love/hate relationship. Mostly hate, and betrayal, but I can't seem to stay away. But first loves are always like that, right? Or somewhere along that line. After that shit relationship ended, I've managed great all by myself with my son. It's been me and my son ever since, by ourselves in my one bedroom apartment in sunny San Francisco, hours away from asshole Kendall. Any who, I used to wear my heart on my sleeve, until it got broken & shattered into a million fucking pieces by my ex/son's father. Never again will I give my heart to anyone. At least until the right guy comes along. Which is also a bust. I guess I just look for "love" in all the wrong places. Or its just the guys I'm attracted to. Either, or. Well, either way, I'm not looking for a relationship, but whoever comes along, I might as well enjoy the ride, right? Oh, how my life should be a movie about some sort of fucked up love. I'd totally watch it.

My eyes wandered around the room as I snapped back to reality. They had hookah and beer pong set up on one side of the garage. Which was the side I was on, sitting in between two guys I just met. One of them passed me the hose. Puff, puff, pass, on to the next. I looked up, searching for Janelle, she was on the other side of the garage, yelling at this one drunk girl to shut the fuck up. I laughed as the drunk girl looked up. She looked like a fucking raccoon. Le sigh. I need to get drunk tonight, I can't deal with this craziness while sober.

A couple hours into the night, I find myself playing my fifth game of beer pong. I lost 3 out of 5, so you know I'm drunk as fuck. The guy opposite me shoots, and misses. As I struggle to pick up the ball from the floor, my partner shoots & makes it into our last cup. "C'MON, KARINA! YOU GOT THIS!"

I picked up the ball from under the table and try to stand up, hitting my head. "Fuck!" I stand up, holding my head "Alright! Everyone, I got thisssss!"

"Oh my God, Karina. You can barely stand!" Janelle said as she came up next to me. "Last cup, Karina. Last cup! PRESSURE IS ON!"

"SHHHHHH! I've got thisssss." I smiled, closed my eyes, and shot the ball.

"WHAAAAAAAAAAAT!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!? HOW THE FUCK?!"

"GAME! THE DRUNKS WIN!"

Holy shit. I can't believe I made that. TRICK SHOT TOO?! HOLY FUCK! "AND WHAT BRUH?!" I shouted with everyone else. God damn, beer pong is intense. I sat back down to hookah and Jeff comes to sit next to me.

"Rage cage, you down?" He asks.

Fuck, MORE BEER? Ahhh, fuck it. Not like I have work in the morning anyways.

**ONE HOUR LATER**

Two games of Rage Cage. I am almost shit faced, and at that drunk level where I have the need to drunk text. I walk outside for a cig break and just sit by myself. I'm too drunk to do anything right now. I pull out my phone and look through my contacts for someone to randomly text as I take a hit off my cig. Scroll, scroll scroll, everyone's boring, blah blah blah... Wait. Logan Henderson. Oh what a devilish smile appears on my face.

Hey, what are you up to? I pressed 'Send' and set my phone down while I took another hit of my cig. Only a few minutes passed and I felt my ass cheek vibrate.

Logan Henderson : Chillin at home, u?

Shit, why did I read his text? Now I know I'm just gonna say something stupid because I'm just so drunk right now. No. Pull it together Karina! You've had a crush on him for a year now, and you finally have his number. Don't act stupid! At this kinda lame kickit in Fairfield. Come pick me up! Lol I automatically hit send without thinking. Fuck. My phone beeped notifying me that I have a text message.

Logan Henderson : That's far as fuck! lol. come over to my place :)

I couldn't help but feel the reddness in my face as I blushed. I finished my cig and lit another one. All this suspense I caused is just killing me! I haven't talked to a guy like this in months, and I don't even really know him like that other than he's fine as fuck, we have mutual friends, and he's somewhat interested in me. BUT, he know's my ex boyfriend. They both went to high school together. What's even funnier is, Kendall has talked shit about me to Logan, too. So, Logan messaging me randomly weeks before today on Facebook seemed kind of sketch to me. I want him so bad, though.

I looked up from where I was sitting, and saw Janelle come outside, over to me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm drunk as fuck, and tired as hell." I said, slurring my words.

Janelle laughed and sat next to me. "If you need to throw up, I have a hair tie!" She smiled.

I looked at my long, red, fake hair. Thankfully, I don't feel like I have to throw up tonight! I chuckled as I thought of a lie to tell one of my good friends, who ALSO knows Logan. I don't want her knowing that I'm leaving, while drunk, to go to Logan's place. Which is an hour away from where I'm at now. I looked down at my phone to check the time. 1:26AM. "One more drink, and I gotta dip!"

"Oh my gosh, Karina. If you drink one more beer, you're sleeping here with us." She looked at me with her motherly face. "I'm not letting you drive drunk!"

I looked at her with my 'are you serious right now?' face. We both started laughing. "You know how good of a drunk driver we BOTH are!"

"Hahaha. Okay FINE!" She stood up, "but I'm not letting you drink anymore because you've had enough already."

I smiled as she looked out for me. "Okayyyy," I put my phone in my back pocket and stood up. "I should go right now then, if anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm getting hella tired and I want to sleep in at home tomorrow."

"Okay. Just make sure you call or text me when you get home!"

"Of course!" I gave her a quick. "Tell everyone I said bye though. I don't want to go back in or I might take another shot or something." I said rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

"Sure you're not up for that instead?" Janelle looked at me with puppydog eyes as she pouted.

I laughed at her trying to convince me. "Yes, I'M SURE."

"Mmkay," She gave me another quick hug before going back inside. "Drive safe!" She walked back, waving at me.

I walked back to my car, debating whether or not I should go to Logan's place, which is an hour away, or my dad's house, which is only 30 minutes away. I opened my car door, getting inside and fixing my mirrors. I felt like shit. Tired, drunk and hungry. I pulled out my phone, forgetting that I never texted Logan back. I sat there, for five more minutes, thinking of what I should say, or do. I need sleep. A comfortable ass bed to just lay in, RIGHT NOW. I looked down at my phone again, slowly typing out my text.

What's your address?I stared at my phone for one more long minute before I hit send.