I just heard this song today and I got the idea and I really really wanted to try it out.
This is based on the song "Why Can't I" by Liz Phair. Go listen if you haven't heard it!
Basically about a couple who like each other but probably shouldn't.
"Get a load of me, get a load of you
Walking down the street and I hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be"
Jade's POV
I looked at my reflection in the huge bathroom mirror, and was shocked at what I saw. I didn't look anywhere near as shitty as I felt. My makeup was still intact, and my black curls were still bouncy. My tight black dress hadn't gotten dirty at all, and my combat boots didn't have a scratch on them.
My boyfriend Kristofer with a K (as he so loved to introduce himself as) had dragged me out to this party in Hollywood Hills despite my objections. We'd showed up at this mansion when the party was just getting started a few hours ago. Now, it was getting late…and loud.
Someone outside banged on the bathroom door hard and I ignored it. If I had to wait in a line to get in here, so did they.
"Hey, open up!" I heard a girl yell as she banged again on the door. "It's an emergency!" Ugh. Someone better be dying.
I opened the door reluctantly to see a skinny girl with high cheekbones half lifting up a smaller girl with bright red hair by the arm.
"Thanks!" The brunette thanked me, pulling the other girl inside and aiming her mouth to a toilet. The redhead quickly threw up the contents of her stomach, and I looked away disgusted.
"Ugh!" I complained. "Look it's not my fault your friend can't handle her liquor, I was in the middle of something here." I knew I was over exaggerating, but I'd been to so many of these stupid house parties and seen enough drunk girls puke their brains out to the point where I'd lost all sympathy for them.
"Someone spiked the punch!" the skinny girl defended her friend. "She didn't know what was in there!"
"Hello? Haven't you ever been to a Dawson Academy party? Someone ALWAYS spikes the punch!" Come on, everyone knew that. They must not go to Dawson.
"Well we didn't get the memo!" The skinny girl said innocently, and returned to pulling her friend's hair out of her face.
"Whatever," I said and exited into the dim hallway full of making out couples. Get a room, couldn't they control themselves?
The DJ was still spinning tracks from booming speakers downstairs, and I could see a large crowd of teens gyrating their bodies on the dance floor in the living room. There, on the couch sat my lovely boyfriend smoking from a bong with a bottle in his hand. Great, now I had to drive us home.
I walked over to him as he passed the bong to one of his idiot friends next to him.
"Bayyyybe!" he called as I got closer. "Come take a hit." He held his hand out for me to join him. Couldn't he tell I was in no mood?
"I want to leave," I said simply.
"What?" He motioned that he couldn't hear me.
"I WANT TO LEAVE!" I shouted over the song Get Low.
"Awww, don't be like that JJ, come sit with me," He patted his lap like Santa Claus. I hated when he called me JJ. Where did he even get the second J from anyways? I don't have a middle name.
"No!" I put my hands on my hips. "Kris, let's go! I'm sick and you're drunk, I wanna get out of here!"
"Alright alright," he stood up shakily. That was easier than I thought it would be.
He put an arm around my shoulders and walked towards the front door, but stopped a few feet before it. What was he doing?
"Kris?" I called to him as he moved me closer to the wall, trapping me between his arms. "Come on, you said we were leaving." I tried to sound threatening.
"Nooooo," he slurred. "YOU said that." He moved to kiss at my neck, and I could smell the whiskey on his breath. This was as un-romantic as it got.
"Kris, cut it out," I put my hand on his chest to push him off, but to no avail. He was a good 6 feet with an athletic build so not only did he tower above me, my small frame was no match for him.
He grabbed my wrists with his hands and pinned them against the wall above my head. I squirmed around trying to get him off me, but it was no use. His grip was kind of tight and starting to hurt; this isn't funny anymore.
"Kris, let go!" I said louder. "You're hurting me." He leaned in to smother my lips, and just as I was about to knee him in the groin, he jolted off of me in one swift movement.
I coughed trying to catch my breath and saw him lying flat on his back, and another tall boy standing in between us. He put a hand on my shoulder, and looked at me with warm, chocolate brown eyes.
"Are you okay?" He asked urgently.
"Uh yeah," I said, brushing his hand off me. "I had it covered."
"Yeah, sure looked that way," he gave me a sarcastic look, and ran his fingers through his fluffy hair.
"Whatever," I said, and kneeled down to Kris who was still groggy over what had just happened. I reached into the front pocket of his jeans, and fished out his car keys. No way was I waiting around for him to sober up. Again.
"Whatya think you're doin?" he slurred, grabbing my wrist roughly again. He could barely sit up, but I could feel my bone getting crushed by his fingers.
"Ahhh!" I cried out in pain as I jerked my arm out of his grasp. I cradled my wrist to my chest, and he chucked his keys backwards; as luck would have it, they broke a window and landed in the front yard. A group of wasted kids I recognized from school just chuckled at the damage, and carried on as usual.
"Asshole," I muttered to him as he laughed hysterically from the ground. I stood up and walked out the front door to fetch the keys, ignoring the throbbing sensation going through my right wrist.
I climbed over some ugly 'decorative' rocks and into the soil area covered with bushes in front of the shattered window. I shined the light from my phone around the ground, and searched for the keys frantically.
"Hey, looking for these?" a voice said from two feet to my right. I looked up to see the boy with the chocolate eyes holding Kristofer's car keys on his index finger. Now that I had a better look, he was pretty cute. I bet he always had girls throwing at him. I hated that type.
"Yes!" I said and reached forward to snatch them from him. He lifted the keys higher out of my reach, and I almost punched him right then and there.
"Not so fast," he said. Seriously? Couldn't he tell I'd had enough for one night?
"Give me my keys," I demanded. This guy had five seconds or else.
"YOUR keys?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.
"Alright," I gave him that much. "Give me my boyfriend's keys!" I rolled my eyes.
"How do I know you're in any condition to drive?"
"I haven't been drinking or smoking okay sheriff?" This guy was really starting to frustrate me. "I just wanna go home."
"Let me drive you," he suggested.
"No way," I crossed my arms. Ouch, forgot about my wrist. "I don't get in cars with strangers."
"Hi, I'm Beck," I smiled like an idiot. "And now that I'm not a stranger, let me drive you home."
"NO!" I screamed. "Look, I don't know what kind of hero complex you've got, but I don't need anyone to save me, okay? So just mind your own damn business."
"I'm not trying to 'save you'" he said. "I'm just trying to get you home safely."
"I'm capable of doing that on my own."
"How're you gonna drive stick shift with a broken wrist?"
"I-," I stopped myself. He had a point. Kris' corvette was a stick, and my wrist was killing me. This guy didn't really look like the axe murderer type so I guess I'd be relatively safe. "Fine. Let's go."
Beck's POV
I got into the driver's seat of a black corvette that looked brand new. Man this guy must've been loaded to afford this car. That didn't surprise me considering the mansion this party had been at, I'm sure he was friends with the kid who threw it. Why had I let Andre and Tori talk me into coming? Oh right, because they'd said 'just because Allison is out of town doesn't mean you can't still go out and have fun.'
I knew that already, though. Allison and I had only been dating for about six months, but already my friends treated us like an old married couple. She was great and everything, but I really didn't like that they thought we were so committed.
The sound of the engine purring shook my mind clear of all thoughts and I smiled wide; I've never driven a car like this before.
"You act like you've never been in a car before," The girl in the passenger's seat said sarcastically. I get the feeling she doesn't like me.
"Not a car this cool," I flashed her a grin that she rolled her eyes at. She had beautiful crystal blue eyes that drew my attention every time I looked at her.
"Boys and their toys," she sighed looking out the window. I pulled out of the parking space and started out on the street.
"Where to?" I asked.
"West Hollywood," She said. Figures, I thought. She looked like the rich type: bored by everything. Still there was something different about her…
"How's your wrist?" I asked, noticing she was still holding it with her other hand. It looked like that jerk at the party had a nasty grip on it earlier.
"It's fine," she said, still looking out the window.
"Are you sure?" I pushed. "We could go to a hospital. Get it looked at?"
"NO!" she yelled instantly.
"FINE!" I said at the same volume. What was her problem? I was only trying to help her. "So that guy was your boyfriend?" I said a few minutes later.
"Can we not talk?" she said, leaning over to turn on the radio. Fine by me, I thought. She left it on a station playing "Brown Eyed Girl" and I was momentarily surprised by her taste in music. I'd figured her for heavy death metal or lame pop tunes.
We drove in silence for about ten more minutes when the car started making a funny noise. I looked around trying to figure out what the problem was, realizing too late because the car had come to a complete stop.
"What the hell did you do?!" She shouted at me.
"I didn't do anything," I said calmly. "Your loser boyfriend forgot to put gas in the car." I hated this guy more and more as the night went on.
"And you didn't check that first?!"
Now this was my fault? This girl was impossible.
"Nothing we can do now," I said getting out of the car. She followed my lead and we stood together at the back of the car.
"What now?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"Do you have triple A?" I hoped she did.
"No," she shook her head."And I'm not waiting around for a tow truck. I'm leaving." With that she started walking.
"What?" I followed her. "Where are you going?"
"Home. Duh."
"Alright, well I'll walk you," I insisted.
"Whatever," she said. I kept up with her brisk pace as we walked in silence.
I couldn't help but notice the long legs that stuck out under her short dress. They looked toned…I wonder if she works out?
"What are you looking at?!" She yelled, catching me staring.
"Uh nothing," I mumbled.
"Perv," she shook her head, and sped up to walk a few feet ahead of me. She probably had guys hitting on her all the time. She was pretty damn hot. I jogged to catch up to her, and was glad she didn't take off running.
Before I knew it, I was looking her over once again. Her legs led up to a cute perky butt that the tight dress she had on only accentuated. Her stomach was flat and her chest was just the right size.
It was her face that got me though. Even with the wind blowing her black hair around it, she looked stunning. Her pale skin looked translucent in the moonlight, and her lips…
"What the fuck?" Her lips said. I shook my head trying to snap out of it. "Would you stop mind raping me?" she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Sorry," I apologized, not even attempting to deny it. "Here," I said, taking off my plaid flannel and handing it to her. She was shivering so she took it, even though she probably hated my guts.
It looked much better on her than it ever did on me, by the way.
"What's your name?" I asked, trying to start new.
"Jade," she answered me surprisingly.
"Jade…" I repeated. "I like it."
"Oh good," She rolled her eyes.
"What's with the attitude?" I asked point blank.
She furrowed her eyebrows at me and scowled.
"Stop talking."
"I'm just trying to be nice. I know you may not recognize kindness considering how your boyfriend treats you, but this is how normal people act."
"Hah! You don't know Kris, and you are about as far from normal as I've met."
"Kris is the boyfriend, right? Well no offense, but Kris is an asshole."
"Only sometimes."
"Yeah well, you could do better."
She stopped walking and narrowed her eyes at me.
"Stop acting like you know me," she said seriously, then kept walking.
"You're right, I don't know you," I admitted. "But from what I can tell, you're a smart, attractive girl who can definitely do better than a drunk idiot."
She looked at me and I wasn't sure what to expect. I was just being honest, though. Jade seemed like an interesting person, and Kris seemed like a tool.
"Whatever," was all she said. "Can we change the subject?"
"Sure," I nodded, and said the first thing that popped into my mind. "How do you feel about dolphins?"