Football players are shit.

" Okay, fine," I agreed to the plans for tonight, as we walked quickly back to Trey and Kayla. Kayla pushed me aside to once again resume her place around Rodrick's waist. Rodrick laughed uncomfortably at this and looked at me with pleading eyes to move things along.

" I think it would be a good idea if we just meet up at the party," I said this not for Rodrick's sake, but because I didn't want Trey or Kayla to come to Ashley's house and find out that we aren't in college. Trey picked my phone up from the ground and stood up next to me.

" Mind if I put my number in your contacts?" I nodded and unlocked my phone for him to use. Kayla stared at Rodrick intensely, hoping that either he would ask for her number or Rodrick will give his. Rodrick avoided her stare, until I spoke up.

" Hey, Rodrick, why don't you get Kayla's number? Just in case I can't reach Trey." He glared at me until finally turning to face Kayla. I could see her fingernails digging into his sides, causing Rodrick to cringe then blurt out his number.

" Could you repeat that?" She teased, " Or better I can write mine down for you. Anyone have a pen?" I dug through my bag, and eventually was able to find a pen. Kayla snatched it out of my hands then got down on her knees. I didn't understand what she was going to do until she started scribbling numbers on Rodrick's lower abdomen with one hand steady on his thigh. Any uneasy thoughts about Kayla must have gone away, because Rodrick looked like he was enjoying himself.

" Call me when you get to the party. I'll be waiting," Kayla purred while pressing her body-mainly her boobs-against Rodrick's tall frame. Before Rodrick could kiss her, she waltzed away, swaying her hips as she strolled down the beach. Rodrick gawked at her figure.

" I'll see you tonight, right?" Trey's voice pulled my attention away from Kayla's display of affection towards Rodrick.

" Oh, yeah, I'll be there." He smiled then kissed my cheek. That was able to grab Rodrick's attention. After Trey left, I think Rodrick tried to win back my attention by packing up all of stuff in record time and carrying it to the car without an complaints. As we drove home, Rodrick kept leaning over his stomach to decipher the numbers written in pretty handwriting.

" What does this say?" he questioned to himself.

" I'll tell you when we get home. While we are on the subject of Kayla, how did you end up with a girl like that? Isn't she a bit clingy for you?" Rodrick slumped down in his seat and informed me in very few details on how he and Kayla met.

" I was talking to any cute girls I saw, but I none of them were willing to give me the time of day. Kayla just came up and started talking to me. She then asked me to put sunscreen all over her. And when I say all over her, I mean all-"

" I get it, you don't have to explain to me. Why a college girl, though?"

" In all honesty, Emma, I swear I was not trying to find a college girl. I knew you would kick my ass if I did, but when a girl presents herself in front of you, you just have to take what you can get. Why are you bashing me for picking up a college girl when you were clearly flirting with a college guy?"

" He came up to me," I sighed softly while pulling into the driveway. My phone vibrated in my hands, as I was about to open the house door. While reading the text, Rodrick complaints fired up again.

" This shit is heavy! Read your stupid text from Trey later!" I opened the door for Rodrick, and he almost knocked me down while trying to get inside. " Serves you right for not moving fast enough," he barked. I ignored him and went up stairs to change leaving Rodrick clueless on where to leave our stuff.

I undressed from my beachwear, and wondered what college kids wear to parties. I was so scared they would find out I was still in high school by how I dress, I ended up searching what to wear to a college party. People were saying so many things. From skinny jeans to mini skirts, sandals to high heels, and birthday suit to a cashmere sweater. Would Trey even care if I were still in high school? I know my cousin, Gala, and her friends go to college parties and they said the guys there don't care.

Three knocks pounded at my door. " I'm changing," I called. The door opened anyway, and in walked Rodrick. I grabbed a large hoodie from the bed and pulled it over my head quickly.

" Calm down, I've seen your naked ass already. Nothing impressive, if you ask me." He stood next to me and looked at all of the possible clothing combinations there were. He wore jeans and a regular t-shirt. I guess that means I could wear whatever. With Rodrick in the room, I put my clothes on piece by piece. After I was done he started critiquing my outfit.

" You look like a nine year old girl."

" I'm dressed as casual as you are!"

" That's the problem. Guys can dress however they want and people could never guess their age. But if a girl who looks young dresses young then I assume that she is young. Then again, if a girl who looks young dresses older then I am going to assume she is of legal age." I hit his arm, but it had no affect. Rodrick handed me a sheer black cut off shirt and jean shorts.

" I'll be waiting outside." Rodrick left me alone to make a decision. I didn't want to be embarrassed at the party, so I went with his suggestion. Before leaving the house, I left a note to Ashley and Eric that said we were going to be at party a couple of high school students invited us to. It sounded better than the current situation.

Before turning the car on, I decided I should tell Rodrick who texted me on the way home. " It wasn't Trey who texted me." I paused and waited for him to say something.

" And that means what to me?" My eyes looked down the street before turning the corner and responding to his question.

" It was Paisley. She was wondering what we were doing on a beach together in California."

" Jealous bitch," Rodrick sneered. I squirmed in my seat. " You never told her that you were going to California?"

" Well, yeah, I did. I just left out the fact you were going with me. She doesn't like talking about you, and when she does talk it isn't anything good. Now that I think of it, she's never told me anything good. You always looked happy at school and she use to brag about dates and sex, but never anything else. Do you know why?"

" It seems that you girls leave a lot of details out when talking to each other. So many secrets."

" What do you mean?" Rodrick's phone vibrated. I couldn't see his reaction because my main focus was on the highway traffic, but his silence wasn't very welcomed.

" Is that Paisley?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood.

" No, it's Kayla. She sent me a picture of her…wow. God, she is something else! Look." Rodrick shoved the phone in my face causing me to serve the car. I swear I heard the devil laughing, or it might have been Rodrick. The only thing that kept us from crashing was my devotion to not die with this idiot by my side.

After getting off the highway and calling both Kayla and Trey, I was able to navigate to where the party was taking place. The street was packed with cars along the side of the road. Groups of people were walking across the street to check out each party. I ended up parking two blocks away from where we were suppose to be.

" This is going to be awesome!" Rodrick shouted as we walked down the sidewalk. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm.

" No drinking, promise?" He nodded his head, and then pushed me away from him. My phone vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from Trey asking if I was here or not. I quickly replied, but when I looked up, Rodrick was nowhere to be seen. That idiot left me alone outside without saying anything. God, this is the last time I agree to go somewhere with him. I walked over to the house across the street, hoping that's where Rodrick was.

Within the span of 10 minutes of being in this house, I have been hit on 5 times, offered a drink around 20, been hollered at twice, had 3 girls glare at me, and have had my ass smacked only once. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but these drunk, college young adults are worse than drunk high school teenagers. When I was able to make it into a corner of the house where there was barley anyone, I pulled out my phone and started to text Rodrick.

'Where are you?'

No reply. A guy came staggering over to me. He didn't say anything, but held out a plastic red cup. I could use a drink right now… no I need to find Rodrick, Kayla, or Trey. I could text Trey and ask him where he is. He's waiting for me somewhere. I bit my bottom lip. Someone then tapped on my shoulder. I was grateful to see that it was Trey, even though I wanted it to be Rodrick.

" Hey cutie pie, where have you been? Want a drink?" Trey smiled as he held out a drink for me. I took it without hesitation, this time.

" Thanks. I'm so glad to see you. Have you seen Rodrick or Kayla? He kind of ditched me." His eyebrows furrowed together like my question annoyed him.

" Um, yeah, I saw them head up stairs to one of the bedrooms. Sucks that he ditched you. You know, I would never leave a beautiful girl alone in this type of place." Trey motioned me to walk with him, and I did. We were heading toward the entrance of the house. I grabbed his arm before heading outside.

" I kind of wanted to stay close to Rodrick. You know, for safety reasons," I lied. Rodrick was the opposite of a safe zone, but the party across the street looked more, uh, intense to say the least. Trey laughed and pulled me close.

" Don't worry," he said pushing the cup against my lips. The alcohol burned my throat. I think this might be vodka or another strong liquor I wasn't use to. He once again started to pull me towards the other house. Unlike the other one, this party was mostly guys, and it wasn't that crowded either.

" Beer pong?" Trey offered. I shook my head, but he managed to persuade me to play. I've never played before, and was sucking at it quite badly. By the end of the round I was drunk as an uncle on Christmas.

" Oooooh my God Trey that was soooo fun!" I collapsed against his body. He laughed and we played one more round. After that, Trey led me up the stairs by my left hand. I ended up letting go and collapsing on the railing. Everything I had eaten prior to drinking felt like it wanted to make itself known. It didn't help that the room was spinning, also. From my awkward position, I could hear him say while chuckling, " You'll be better once you've laid down. " The first thing I did when we were able to find a room with no people inside was to crash on the bed. Only, I ended up crashing into the wall instead. The headache I had is now 5x worse.

" I think I'm going to get a concussion," I rubbed the sore spot on my head. I looked around the room for Trey. Note, this room is small and there aren't a lot of corners to hide in. He was over by the bed, taking off his shirt. My legs carried me over towards him as my eyes still stared curiously at his tattoos. I can't put an exact word to his expression, but it was a cross between 'do you like what you see?', ' you take your shirt off now.', and 'why is she just standing here?'. I crawled onto his lap, and with his assistance, was able to take my shirt off. We made out for bit, my hand rested on his abdomen.

I could feel his muscles contract and relax. Tonight was the wrong night for blowjobs. My gag reflex over activated and I threw up. I looked up at Trey, mortified. The word 'I'm sorry' couldn't come out of my mouth without me vomiting again. Trey said nothing as he got up to leave.

" Call me?" I felt really stupid. My first words after this snafu could have been way better. Trey turned around, his green eyes glared at me.

"This is the last time I try to screw some high school princess. Why don't you call your gay ass friend and leave? " My heart sank into the deepest place of my body. After he slammed the door behind him, I collapsed onto the bed. Too exhausted to care that I was inches away from my own vomit. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a minute, but was actually 4 hours. My phone clock read 4:27 a.m. And there were missed phone calls from both Rodrick and my parents. On top of that there were 26 text messages from Rodrick. I called my parents as soon as I mustered up the courage to do so. My brain felt like mush, as I was explaining what happened. Of course I lied, but I know they didn't believe a thing I said. When we were done talking, I was hesitant to call Rodrick. I couldn't care less about what he is going to say. His phone calls were probably mostly drunk dialed. He's done it before; the conversations can be funny, sad, romantic or him just cursing at me. But Rodrick never remembers what he told me.

Like my parents, on the first ring someone picked up the phone.

" What the hell happened to you?" It sounded like he was trying to keep his voice down but also yell at the same time.

"Nothing happened. I was with Trey and lost track of time. " It was close to the truth, but I didn't want him to tease me.

"Really? I saw him talking to some chick downstairs. He looked just as much into her as he did with you." That sinking feeling came back and I couldn't speak.

" Are you okay? Did something happen? Tell me where you are and we can talk." I hate it when get cares, and I hate it when he doesn't care.

" I don't know where I am. I think it is one of the houses with a lot of guys."

His tone became frantic, " I'm on my way. Don't move." Before I could protest, the line cut off. He doesn't even know exactly where I am. I was wrong though; sometime later Rodrick came into the room

" Hi," I smiled as he cupped my face in his hands. Then he started to inspect my body for any damage. I realized three things then. One: I was only in my bra and underwear; Two: there was a pile of my vomit behind me, and Three: Rodrick for once was more sober than me at a party.

"You didn't drink?" I asked hugging his waist. He stroked my hair, gently.

" Where are you clothes?" I had no idea where those were. When Rodrick tried to move so he could find them, I gripped him tighter. He sighed and then sat down on the bed with me. I could tell by the look on his face that he was astonished that I allowed myself to drink so much. And to my understanding, I was still drunk.

"What happened?" He asked as I attempted to sit on his lap. " Why did Trey pick a fight with me? He seemed pissed and had vomit all over his pants." I looked Rodrick directly into his eyes, and pressed my face against his.

" I threw up giving a blowjob." Rodrick tried to contain his laughter, but it was too hard. He pulled me closer to him and laughed. When he was able to get control of himself, he told me how his night went down. Both our plans, mainly his, didn't get to happen. I couldn't tell if it was the alcohol, the way he was holding me, or my natural girly hormones, but I pushed my hips deeper into his torso. I kissed him once, then laughed. His grip on my waist tightened as I kissed his neck. He suddenly let go.

" You're drunk."

" But I'm in love."

" You'll kill me when you're sober."

" If kisses could kill. Please love me." We stared into each other's eyes, and my senses came back to me. Rodrick was gross. I pushed his body away from me then got out of the bed to search for my clothes. We walked down the stairs, out the house, and towards the car. I pulled out the keys to only have them snatched out of my hand. Rodrick opened the back door, and slid inside without complaining. I slept in the back while he drove. I can't even remember when we got home. I woke up in my bedroom. The time was 6:42 in the evening.

It feels great to get this done. I'm not putting a time estimate on the next chapter, but hopefully it won't take as long as this one did. If you liked it then let me know :) Happy September everyone.