Drunken Friends Are The Best Kind Of Friends: Chapter 2

The party is being held at one of the frat houses on campus. It was a big house I have to say. Four stories high, all of it was made out of brick. It almost resembled my apartment. Also, in the front hung a big flag with greek symbols or letters that I couldn't make out.

Katherine and I are pretty dolled up I realised as we stepped through the door. Everyone pretty much was wearing the same thing though. A girl to our left is wearing a zebra, skin tight, cocktail mini dress with black, four inch stilettos.

I'm wearing a nice red tight dress that was low cut in the back, and showed off my legs and cleavage. The dress went down above my mid thigh just a bit, and I was also wearing black leather boots raised just above my knee. I had worn my hair extra wavy and down today to show off some of my natural makeup I let Katherine do. I had to admit, the girl can make me look pretty damn good sometimes.

"I'm going to go get some drinks," She yelled at me over the loud music. Hanging on Blake's arm, I nodded and she took off with him.

By myself now, I wondered around, looking for someone to talk to. I grabbed a diet coke that wasn't opened off of one of the tables. So, now I have become bored and I found a nice, isolated couch to sit down on.

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Sierra Hawkins." I heard a friendly voice say as he sunk down on the couch to sit by me. I instinctively crossed my legs and sat up straighter.

"Um, hi. Do we know each other?"

This guy was damn handsome as they come by. He has a nice two o'clock shadow, sculpting that squarish jaw of his, bringing out a nice set of cheekbones. His hazel eyes and tan skin, and the muscles on his body. I could just tell he works out real hard. Right now he was wearing a black blazer with a white, pinstriped long sleeve shirt and jeans.

His hair is a beautiful dark brown, to match his eyes and skin. Its longish, like Jared Padalecki's from season two of Supernatural.

He sat there looking at me, as if trying to read me. But, being the high maintenance, complex, enigma that I am, I knew he wouldn't be able to read me in a heart beat. Maybe he could do that to other girls, but not me.

"No. We don't know each other," he said in a seductive, deep voice.

I responded with the stupidest response you could say to a man like this, "well, now we do. What's your name?" I could just have the ground swallow me up now.

"Jason, Jason Eastwood. And don't get freaked out, but you're so beautiful I kind of asked someone your name. By the way, we're in the same history class together. You don't really notice me cause I sit in the back."

I didn't really know what to say right now. Someone as awkward as me who wears glasses, sweatpants, and tank tops to class with an I-don't-give-a-fuck messy bun. And to make it worse, I don't notice this greek god, but he notices me! For as smart as I think I am, I sure am oblivious!

"Oh," then I laughed slightly embarrassed. "Yeah, I never really… Um… See you around…"

I then could no longer manage eye contact and started fiddling with my hands. I think he noticed because he coughed a little and shifted on the couch to see me better.

"Yeah, you're the one who's always raising her hand and calling the teacher sir." Then he rested his elbow on the cushions of the sofa and rested his head on his hand. Right now, he is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I've seen Paris! How can this man mesmerize me so? I feel like I'm in my own personal Fifty Shades of Grey.

This social event was at least going better than I thought it would. Here I am, sitting with a gorgeous man that probably every bimbo had been dying to dance with or talk to. But, he chose me. He's sitting and talking to me. And I'm actually talking back and making conversation. As the minutes passed we sat on the couch talking about art and psychological analysis, some of my favorite things.

Soon then, hours started passing and it only felt like seconds to me. Jason Eastwood has me in a seductive trance, and all I want to do is get drunk with him and do something stupid, but not too stupid. Maybe just kiss and play around.

He asked if he could get me something to drink or eat. I passed, and he didn't mind. Then he asked if I wanted to go to the kitchen with him and I accepted that offer. As we walked I saw Katherine and Blake dancing. Blake's back was toward me and Katherine winked at me, giving me a thumbs up when she noticed the man on my left.

I mouthed to her, 'I know!' and then calmed down so he didn't see me and think I was weird. Unfortunately, he saw.

"Who is she?" Jason smirked.

"Who is who? I said forgetting the kind gesture from my best friend and focusing on him again.

He then started laughing, not too long. Although, I didn't mind. He has that laugh and smile that can and did light up the whole room.

"The girl who pointed to me, gave you a thumbs up and winked. And then you mouthed something back like 'I know' or 'OMG.'" he ended with a high pitch, mock girl voice. It made me laugh so hard.

"I like your smile and laugh, it's natural and not forced. Some of the girls here, they laugh at everything. Even when the jokes aren't funny."

"Well, I'm different. They're probably just afraid to be themselves." I added to his comment.

"Also, the girl you're talking about is my best friend, Katherine Shulenski. She was dancing with her boyfriend, Blake Armstrong." Blake is almost as tall as Jason. While Jason is standing a good Six foot' two, Blake probably stood a good six foot even.

"Ah, Yeah, I know Blake. We're good buddies. Play poker every Saturday at the Frat house."

"Are you in this Fraternity?"

"No, not this one. Some of the different fraternity's get together every Saturday and play poker. I'm at Alpha Gamma Omega. It's going to be my second year there."

"Oh, that's cool. I'll have to mention that to Katherine."

We both stayed in the kitchen for an hour drinking and talking for a while. I sipped on a vodka with apple juice, while he drank a rum and coke.

"So, when I asked if you wanted a drink, why did you pass?" He asked referring to earlier.

"I don't like other people handling my drinks at parties. Actually, I just don't like people handling anything for me. I barely even go out to eat for that reason." I laughed after I answered him.

"Ah, independent. I like that in a girl." he slurred his words sort of. I was on my third vodka juice, he on his fifth cubalebra, so no doubt we were either nearly drunk, or drunk.

"I think the buzz is kicking in." I said as my favorite song started to play. On the speaker started playing the song, Nothin But A Good Time, by Poison. It was loud as someone turned the volume up a few more notches. I did mind, but I didn't want to be that girl that turned down the music.

"Yeah, I think we should maybe not so much drink anymore…" He then set the cup down and took my wrist. "Outside, you're uncomfortable." He said noticing my unease.

I let him guide me outside and we sat on two lawn chairs side by side a good few yards away from the building. It's two a.m now, but at least the frat house shed some light so we could see each other.

He looked at me and said, "What is wrong my queen."

This made me laugh so fucking hard. He laughed along with me making me laugh even harder.

I answered back in a british accent, or attempted to at least. I think it ended up sounding between a mix of british and australian. "Well, my lord," I snorted at saying that. "The music just seems to be giving my head a pounding headache, and I am too severely drunk to be getting a headache wouldn't you say?"

He was the one to snort now. All night long we laughed, made jokes, and leaned against one another looking up at the stars. We didn't bother going back into the house. Katherine and Blake came out of Alpha Gamma Omega two hours later at four am and said the party was ending. Blake offered to give us all a ride home because he was the only sober one who didn't leave early.

"Sure, we agreed. Jason helped me out of my chair and led me over to Blake's car.

"Hey, Jason, be prepared for your ass to get whipped Saturday." Blake teased Jason.

"Nah, dude. Your mom does that for me," then he gave a great, big smile towards Blake. Blake brushed him off and got into the car with all of us, and began to drive us home. After kissing Katherine goodbye, she got out of the car.

Then, I turned to Jason and leaned in for a hug, but he caught my wrist and kissed my lips instead.

"Oh, um…" I then awkwardly giggled. He gave me a wink and said, "It's getting late, Sierra. You should get inside. Wait," he said stopping me before I could get out of the car. "Here's my number if you wanna make plans sometime." He then gave me a little piece of paper with seven digits plus an area code written in black ink.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks." I got out of the car and walked back to the building with Katherine.

"He's hot!" Katherine said blatantly.

"You have a boyfriend." I responded.

"Yeah, I like blondes better, but he is just, wow."

"I know. He gave me his number. Said we should make plans."

"Are you?"

"I think so. He's in my history class as well. Plus he's good buddies with Blake, so maybe all four of us could do something sometime."

"Yeah, that sounds like fun. Well, I guess we should go to bed. You and I have to work tomorrow."

"Ugg, work. At least it's the library you know?" I said in agony, not wanting to go.

"Yup! Good place for a job when you have a hangover." We both laughed at her comment. Soon enough, we reached our apartment, went in, got ready for bed, and went to sleep.