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-Nads
Chapter 4
I was in my "Miley" closet looking for an outfit. I picked a jean mini skirt, with shin length leggings. I then chose an American Eagle, white with scattered glitter long sleeve shirt that was skin tight. I didn't really like wearing this shirt because it showed every curve I had, but I figured I would make it up to Jordan. I was literally shaking from the from the pain I was in. I heard a knock at the door.
"Come in" I said
"You alright?" he asked
See I knew he loved me.
"Yeah, I'm okay" I answered shakily.
"You look great" he said.
"Thank-you" I whispered.
"Are you ready to go?" he asked.
"I just need to fix my hair" I said
"Okay, be quick" he answered.
I painfully walked into my bathroom, and quickly fixed my hair into its natural wavy shape. I went downstairs, and we left for the party.
"I'm really sorry about forgetting dinner" I said breaking the silence.
"Well, it won't happen again will it?" he asked.
"No, I promise" I answered. "So whose party are we going to?
"A guy I used to work with" he replied, "There are a few rules I have for you"
I just listened.
"First, I want you to do whatever I say. Second, I want you to be at my side at all times. And third, I don't want you talking to any guys there unless I give you permission. Do you understand?" he asked
"Yes" was all I answered.
When we pulled up to the house, I instantly smelled alcohol, and some smokey smells that I couldn't identify. We walked into the house and I was astonished at how many people were here. Jordan grabbed my hand and pulled me into the crowd. Everyone was either drunk, or high, or both. This really wasn't my scene, but I was doing this for Jordan, I owed it to him. Jordan pulled me up to some guy.
"Hey Tommy, you really know how to throw a party, Jordan laughed.
"Thanks" Tommy replied, "You really know how to find the most beautiful girl to bring to my party"
"Oh right, Tommy, this is my girlfriend Miley" he introduced.
"Well hi Miley, I'm Tommy" he held out his hand
I looked up at Jordan, and he nodded his head approvingly.
"Hi Tommy, it's nice to meet you" I said.
"Well, enjoy the party you two" and he walked away.
Jordan pulled me over to where the drinks were. He took a Smirnoff and told me to take a drink. I grabbed a Mike's Hard Lemonade. I didn't really like to drink; I've never been drunk before, so I grabbed the one with the least amount of alcohol.
When I took a sip, it made me feel warmth; it's hard to explain, but it helped make the pain go away, mental and physical. It sort of made me forget my troubles. Within the hour, I finished off about 6 of them. I wasn't drunk either. I just felt warmth. Jordan went to use the bathroom, so I was told to wait by the drink table until he was done. I noticed a bunch of mini bottles of alcohol, so I stuffed a bunch of them in my purse. I then grabbed a bottle of something stronger, not sure what it was called, but I knew it was vodka. I opened up the bottle and tilted my head back and started downing it. I was in the middle of drinking it when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around expecting it to be Jordan, but instead, I saw Oliver? I quickly put the bottle down.
"Oliver, what are you doing here?" I asked startled.
"Bobby's my cousin, but Miley what are you doing here?" he said pointing to the bottle.
"Oh, that… I figured I'd let loose tonight" I answered.
"But Miley, you never drink, why are you doing this?" he asked.
Just as I was about to explain myself, I felt another tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Jordan standing there.
"Hey Oliver" Jordan said.
"Hey man, sup? Oliver said trying to be cool
"Not much dud, but do you think I could borrow Miley for a minute?" he asked.
"Yeah man, she's your girlfriend" Oliver joked.
Jordan grabbed my wrist extremely tight and dragged me over to a couch and we sat down.
"What the hell, I told you no talking to guys!" he yelled quietly.
"I'm sorry, I just asked him what he was doing here, it turns out he's Bobby's cous…" I was cut off.
"I gave you 3 simple rules, and you couldn't follow them" he squeezed my upper arm with his fingers, leaving instant bruises.
"I'm sorry" I whimpered
"Well you're going to be" he threatened.
He let me go, my arm was throbbing, and he walked away. I grabbed my bottle of vodka and downed the rest of it. I looked up and I could feel Oliver's eyes on me. Then Jordan came back.
"Come on, let's go over here, we're going to do shots" he ordered.
I was feeling a little dizzy, but I liked the feeling. I was semi-excited; I've never done a shot before. I didn't ask any questions I just did what I was told.
I guess we were going to play quarters. Again, I've never played. I noticed Oliver standing by and watching. I didn't really care, I was having fun. I bounced my first quarter and missed horribly.
I took my first shot. I loved it. I can't explain the feeling, but I liked it. Soon I took my second shot, and then my third. It turns out that Jordan was worse at quarters than I was. He was on his seventh shot. As soon as he finished it he passed out. Everyone was ooing and chanting. They picked him up and set him on a nearby couch, and then they returned back to the game. I was really dizzy, but not to the point of not being able to stand. Well that changed after I took 4 more shots. I was slurring my words and stumbling. I guess Oliver had seen enough, and he came over to me.
"Okay, I think you've had enough" he said.
"Naa, Ima kay," (I'm Ok), I slurred.
He put my arm around his shoulder and half carried me outside. We got to the grass and I completely loss control of my legs and I collapsed on the ground. I felt Oliver pick me up and set me in the backseat of my car. I could faintly hear him talking on the phone.
"She's out cold, I don't know what to do, and I have to be home in 20 minutes" he said worried.
"Yeah, Jordan is already passed out" I heard
"Ok great, I'll meet you at her house" he said
"Thanks" and then the conversation was over.
OLIVER POV
Wow, I couldn't believe Miley was smashed. This wasn't like her. I wondered if this had to do with her dad dying and the emotional pain from it. But then again, maybe she did just want to let loose and have fun. I pulled up to Miley's house and I brought her inside. She was really out of it; boy was she going to have a hangover tomorrow. I set her on the couch. I turned around and saw Lily in the doorway.
"Thanks Lily, I gotta go" I hurried
"It's ok, she needs us right now, and I'll see you tomorrow" Lily said.
"Ok, bye, thanks again" I said walking out.
LILY'S POV
Wowzers, Miley was totally wasted. I went over to her by the couch, and I decided to bring her upstairs. I lifted her up and put her arm around my shoulder, and we clumsily walked upstairs.
"Lily?" she questioned weakly.
"Yeah, it's me Mile's" I responded
"Oh" she moaned.
"Lily?" she asked again.
"Yeah" I said
"I don't feel so good" she slurred
That was my cue to get her to the bathroom. I brought her to the toilet and she immediately started vomiting. I took her hair and held it back for her; she then collapsed on the floor. We repeated this a couple of more times. After that I put her in her bed. I set a glass of water along with 2 aspirin on her nightstand. I felt really bad for her, she was probably using drinking as an escape from the emotional pain she was obviously in. it was about 2:30 am so I went to sleep in Jackson's old room.