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Chapter Three: I Swear To Drunk, I'm Not God!
Cammie
"Where are you girls going?"
Grant walks in (again without knocking) with Zach behind him. He takes a quick glance around the room and then stops on me.
"What's up big bro?" I punch his shoulder lightly, a friendly gesture that he hopefully takes well and doesn't moan at me. But of course this is Grant, the cool brother but seeing all my exposed flesh turns him into Grant, the protective older brother.
"You're going to go to a party dressed like that?" he asks and I nod.
"All the cool kids are doing it." the girl's chuckle and so does Zach eyeing me up and down smirking.
"Whose party is this?" he asks still looking at me.
Macey answers with a smug grin. "Josh Abrams." and Zach's lips turn from a sexy smirk to a straight line.
Grant laughs and taps his finger on his chin. "I think I'll allow you to go but we're coming too. I mean we're jocks! They've got to let us in." he gestures to himself and Zach with a grin. I look to the girls, they shrug agreeing with Grant that being a jock is the best non-invitation excuse and I smile.
"Let's get ourselves to that party!" cries Macey. She grabs mine and Bex's arms and drags us out my room. We skip stairs and do a quick make-up check in the mirror downstairs and then burst through the front door and take in the Virginia Beach air.
~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~
Virginia Beach is especially beautiful in the summer and looks gorgeous at night. With its white sand, and deep blue sea the beach makes me forget everything. I remember many moments running along that beach. My dad would be holding my hand every second while mom would be putting another layer of lotion on Grant because he burns badly. We would play for hours. Grant and I would have this game where we would jump over the waves and if they touched us then we would push each other in the water. (I did that with my cousin when we went to France except we didn't push each other over)
But today I couldn't play that game. Today I was with my friends and not my parents. My mom couldn't make sandcastles with us. My dad couldn't hold me on his shoulders. But then again there are a lot of things that my dad can't do now.
"Cam, you okay? You've been staring at the ocean forever; you almost walked into a lamp post." Bex touches my arm gently and I blink away the tears that start to form in my eyes.
I put on a smile. "Yeah I'm fine, just thinking about when I was younger."
They smile and we carry on walking getting whistles off of boys and even some drunken men. We laugh and run away until we reach Josh's beach house.
"Wow." we say in unison, something that usually occurs when we are really surprised by something. A beach party is exactly what this is. It's kind of hard to explain his house, half of it is on the pavement but then the back end is leading off onto the beach. Some people are around a ma-hoosive bonfire while the music plays loudly in the house. We ring the door but when no one answers Macey pushes the door and people pull us in.
I recognise loads of people. Girls from school (Courtney and Kim, NOT the Kardashians!), girls from Roseville (Dee-Dee and Jemma) and some people that I don't know (a redheaded girl who looks wasted and a long haired boy standing in the corner). We walk deeper and deeper into his house trying to find a suitable place to put our stuff until we end up squashed against the staircase where various couples are making-out.
"Cammie!" someone calls my name and look everywhere until I'm face to face with Josh. He looks the same…kind of. His curly hair has been kept on top but the sides of his head are shaved and have patterns traced with the blade. His hazel eyes are travelling all around my body and I'm starting to feel a little claustrophobic.
"Hi Josh."
He doesn't answer but grabs my hand and pulls me away from the stairs, I quickly grab Macey's and she pulls Bex along too. Josh takes our bags and runs upstairs to put them away in his room.
While he's gone Macey turns to me. "Did you see the way he looked at you?!" she beams but then regains her cool (by flipping her hair and looking bored) when Josh comes back.
"I'm glad you guys could make it." he says to all of us. "You look great Cammie." he whispers and I can't help but blush a little.
"Do you guys want to dance?!" Macey grabs our hands and leads us to the dance floor a.k.a the living room. We recognise the DJ (a friend of Josh's named Dillon a.k.a Macey's ex) and request Dev, Bass Down Low and when the bass drops we sing and dance along, shaking our hips, pumping our fists and just having a bloody good time!
I'm not sure how long we've been here but I've got a feeling it's been about an hour or two and in that time here is a list of things I've done:
1) Drank alcohol (look I'm going to be a senior plus it's not like I get drunk often…not that I am!)
2) Shown my body off to over 200 people… two freaking hundred.
3) Danced with more boys than I should!
4) Been felt up more times than I would like to answer
5) Been asked to dance by 7 boys!
But I'm not the only one. While I'm only tipsy Bex is completely smashed, she keeps giggling and dancing wildly but keeps tripping over her feet. Macey on the other hand is nowhere to be seen and the last time I saw her she was holding hands with a very hot boy going into a closet. Hook-up, definitely.
"Hey babe, you wanna dance?" asks a boy. Although he's cute I decline and he walks off. I'm now starting to feel the alcohol and I think I might be hallucinating but… is that Zach?
"Gallagher Girl, are you okay?" he's suddenly in front of me and taking my hand. Unaware of what my legs are doing I seem to be following him. I'm tripping up the stairs and banging into walls and for a second I thought he was taking me into a bedroom! But no, only the bathroom. Not that I'm complaining.
"Whoa Cam, I haven't seen you this out of synch since you had that really bad temperature." he sits me at the edge of the bath and wipes a damp flannel over my forehead and I sigh at the cold against my hot skin. It feels amazing.
"Thanks Zach, you're amazing." I slur ruffling his hair.
"No problem Gallagher Girl." he wipes the sweat and muck off my face and then rinses the flannel. Zach gets off the toilet seat just in time because I throw back the lid and throw up.
I gag and spit out all the things I've eaten through the day and I silently thank Grant for making me breakfast and lunch because I know that throwing up without anything being in your stomach really hurts.
"Are you done now?" Zach asks, rubbing my back gently. I nod and he brings water to my mouth along with an extra strong mint.
"Thank you." I smile and he cups my face bringing his closer to mine. We're inches away and I feel like something is about to happen.
But then the door bursts open and Grant pops his head in. "Guys we have a situation."
~r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.t.h.a.t.s.u.m.m.e.r~
i haven't read it through so sorry for any mistakes. i'm having a series case of writers block. should i continue writing or not because i don't think i'm going to. review to cheer me up? :/
