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ONE NIGHT ONLY
CHAPTER 1: I'VE GOTTA FEELING
GWEN'S POV
It all started that night at Geoff's "party".
I managed to get an invite somehow earlier in the week. Turns out Trent got one too, so we decided to go together, just as friends. Duncan and Courtney decided that they wanted to carpool with us. I said no, but Trent insisted we did.
That night, in the car, Duncan was giving Trent a whole load of shit about him coming with me even though we were going as friends only. I threatened to hit Duncan, and that shut him up. I flipped on the radio and a song was playing.
I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be
A good night
That tonight's gonna be
A good night
That tonight's gonna be
A good, good night
We arrived, and from what I could see, this party was MADNESS. I gaped at the outside of his house. There was trash EVERYWHERE. And it was only ten. The party started at nine.
"Are you sure you want to go in there?" I asked everyone in the car.
"OH YEAH!!" Duncan screamed in my ear. I socked him in the mouth.
"Thanks for making me lose my effing hearing before we even get inside!!" I screeched.
"Shut up," he mumbled. "That hurt."
"Good," I growled.
We walked inside to be greeted by Geoff and Bridgette, sucking face. Again.
"Wassup dudes?!" he managed to get out between breaths.
Goddamit, why did I come again? Oh right, to see what a party was really like. I walked through his house, every corner filled with people either a) making out, b) drinking, or c) doing drugs.
"Wow, this place is a madhouse," Trent said, awed.
"Why did I even have to come to this frickin' place?" I glared at nothing in particular.
"Wanna drink?" Some dude with a beer in his hand slurred. Then I realized it was Justin. Holy shit, was this place like a TDI reunion or something?!
"No thanks, dude," I pushed him away.
"Sure," Trent said.
"Are you stupid?!" I hissed.
"What?" He sounded puzzled.
It was later at night. Trent had so many drinks. I lost count after 3. He led me on to the dance floor in his drunken stupor. I had a sip of one of his drinks myself, so I was a little buzzed, but not drunk. Yet. We started grinding on the dance floor to the same song we heard earlier in the car.
I've gotta feeling
That tonight's gonna be
A good night
That tonight's gonna be
A good night
That tonight's gonna be
A good, good night
We bumped and ground to the beat of the song.
"This is already such a good night," Trent slurred. I rolled my eyes, and kept grinding.
It was around two that Trent finally passed out, me on the edge of sleep. The party was still in full swing. Geoff and Duncan managed to find us, their eyes red and slack- jawed like a stoner. Oh my god, they were high.
"Hey Gwen," Duncan said, spacing out. "Wanna hit of this pipe?" he held a doobie in his hand.
"Yeah, it's fun," Geoff grinned.
"Okay, one hit," I said, reaching for the weed.
The next thing I knew, I was waking up to bright sunlight and a massive headache. Ugh, I groaned. What a night. I am never partying- wait.
Where am I and why am I naked? I looked next to me and there was Trent, completely naked.
OH. SHIT. Everything came back to me then, us at the party, me driving us to his place, him on top of me. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIT!!!!!
Just then, I heard him stir. "Ugh…" he groaned. "Gwen, what the-why are you- oh shit."
My words exactly.