Hello everyone!

Long time no update, huh? Well, I'm back... I think

So, I don't want to leave you guys with a long A\N, so I'll just stop here and let you guys read on.

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"Come on Max, stop being a baby. It's just one drink—it won't kill you. Trust me, if it did, a lot of us would have been dead a long time ago." Scarlett shoved a beer at me, her eyes daring me to contradict her.

All around me, girls were laughing and giggling and throwing pillows across the room. Someone decided to plug in their iPod to my speakers and suddenly I Knew You Were Trouble began to play, with the girls singing along. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't even hear myself think!

It would be my first time trying alcohol, and to be honest, I was terrified. I mean, what if my stomach couldn't hold it? What if I threw up? What if... what if they would consider me 'not cool'?

I really liked Scarlett and I was afraid if I didn't take a drink of that beer, she wouldn't want to be my friend. So, I squared my shoulders and closed my eyes, grabbing the cool glass bottle and clutching it tightly to my chest.

"There ya go Maxie, come on, just take a swig. No one will know."

I opened my eyes and looked at Scarlett. She was smiling and looking at me expectantly. I swallowed loudly, clearing my throat and putting the small opening of the bottle to my lips. I tilted my head back and felt the liquid pour into my mouth.

I pulled the bottle away as I felt the beer slide down my throat. It left a trail of a fire as it traveled down to my stomach, burning the whole way down. It was disgusting, yet somehow… satisfying.

I smiled, despite myself and laughed out loud, joined by Scarlett.

"You see! It's not bad, go ahead and finish that one, I'll get another." I took another drink as Scar walked away from me.

If only Alexa, Peter and Dylan could see me now...

Ha! Their Valedictorian actually drinking, and possibly getting drunk.

Drunk, what a silly word. In the back of my head I knew it was the wrong thing to do; but I didn't want to stop. I felt a sense of freedom and bravery and just an amazing wave of stupidity.

I giggled again and joined some of the girls standing on top of my bed. Some were bouncing up and down while others threw pillows to their friends who were standing on Scar's bed. I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at blond who was downing a tequila shot. I laughed as it hit her in the stomach and she fell on her butt.

Suddenly, there was a loud tearing noise and feathers were floating down from the ceiling. We all stopped and just watched for a moment. Then, a girl who was sitting at my desk ran up to the bed and grabbed another pillow, tearing that one too and throwing it into the air. And it was as if someone clicked 'play' and we were all screaming and bouncing around again. By that time, I had already finished my beer and was on to my second bottle… or maybe it was my fourth...

As feathers still came floating down and girls were busy fighting over a beer bottle, there was a knock on the door.

Now, normally, if I were sober and maybe not almost drunk, I would have started panicking by now. Instead I jumped in the air and purposely landed on my butt on top of the bed.

I stumbled over the empty bottles, feathers and torn pillow cases, slowly making my way to the door. The girls were yelling at each other and giggling loudly as I grabbed the handle to the door.

I hiccupped once and pulled on the door, finding that it did not open.

What the heck, this door should open...

It felt like I was standing there for hours, trying to figure out how to open the door. I quickly finished my beer and set the empty bottle on my desk, a collection of empty bottles already occupying half the top.

"Yo, Ride, you need to twist then pull."

I quickly glanced at Scarlett who was sitting on her bed, and I gave her a confused look.

"Um, twist what Scar?" I glanced around the room trying to figure out what she wanted me to twist.

"The door, Maximum. Twist the doorknob then pull." She pointed to the door with the top of her beer bottle.

Oh, right. The door.

I giggled to myself and twisted the handle, then pulled the door open to reveal five very good looking guys.

I leaned on the door and smiled dreamily up at them, "Hi, are you lost?"

The one in the front gave me a quizzical look and looked me up and down, "Um, is there a Lindsey in there?"

He asked, stretching his neck to look in the dorm.

The other guys behind him were watching me skeptically as I was practically drooling over these Hollister type models.

I hiccupped again, "You mean Lindsey Lohan?" I laughed, still clutching the door to support my weight. "No, you silly goose, she's not here right now, I think she's still in jail, but you can leave a message after the beep. Beep!"

He raised an eyebrow as I laughed at my own joke. Suddenly the hallway began to spin and my legs felt like Jell-O.

I slid down the door and slumped on the floor, resting my head on the door frame.

"Maxie! Oh my gosh, you're drunk." The voice sounded so far away, but I knew it was Scarlett. "Here, come on, get up, you need to lie down." I felt arms snake around my waist and hoist me up.

"I'll grab her legs," said a male voice, and suddenly I was suspended in the air.

"Who's drunk?" I asked to no one in particular.

"You Max, you're drunk." It sounded like Scarlett's voice was above me.

Is she flying?

I laughed loudly and shook may head, "No, I'm not drunk... I'm wasted! Duh!"

I was put on a bed and my head rolled to the side, my vision a little blurry. I was so tired, but everyone looked like they were having fun and I certainly didn't want to miss out.

I pushed myself up into a sitting position and rubbed my temples; a headache was on its way. I looked around the room and found one of the guys making out with a girl near the door. Two guys were sitting at the edge of my bed and watching some of the girls dance.

I swiveled my head to the right to find Scarlett sitting on a guy's lap, having a very intense kissing session.

I roll my eyes and put my hair in a loose ponytail.

When I look back up, I see a guy walking over to me. I blush as he sits next to me.

"Hi," he stated.

I looked at him quickly and realized he was cute. "Hi," I whispered back.

"The name's Zachary." His smile lit the room and I couldn't help but giggle at him.

Oh gosh I was going to kill myself in the morning.

"I'm Maximum, but you can call me Max." I eyed the bottle in his hands and suddenly wanted another beer. My throat was dry and I could feel my stomach all bubbly, either because of the alcohol or this guy was giving me the butterflies.

"Hey, who wants to play Spin the Bottle!" One of the girls called out.

All the girls squealed and jumped to the middle of the room, quickly forming a large circle.

I joined in and Zachary sat by me, his elbow brushing against my arm.

"Ok, rules are; if the bottle lands on you and you are a guy, you can make out with any girl in the room. If the bottle lands on you and you are a girl, you have to do a dare from one of us. Got it?"

Um, since when are these the rules for Spin the Bottle? I've never heard of these rules. I guess everyone agreed to them, since they raised bottles in the air and laughed.

The girl who announced the rules grabbed an empty bottle to her left and sat it in the middle of the circle.

"Here we go!"

All the girls whispered to each other as we watched the bottle spin, wondering who it will land on. The bottle began to slow down and finally it landed on the girl across from me.

She giggled and looked around, waiting for someone to tell her a dare.

"Oh, I know! Ok Karen, my dare for you is to run down the hallway in your bra and underwear, knock on a random door, and ask if they want to buy cookies."

Everyone began to laugh and talk among each other as Karen turned a bright red.

Some people began to stand and call her a chicken, making wings with their arms and mocking her with chicken noises.

"Fine, I'll do it, but no one better record or take pictures. Got it?"

She stood up and began to pull her tank top up over her head, one of the guys whistling. She unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them off, walking confidently to the door. She opened it and peeked her head out, then stepped into the hallway.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Karen muttered as we all raced to the door, our heads poking out to get a better look.

We all watched as Karen jogged down the hall until she stopped at a door almost at the end. We heard as she knocked and someone answered the door.

Karen looked down the hall to us and ran a hand through her hair, shifting uncomfortably.

"Um, would you like to buy some cookies?" Her voice was hard to hear, but we heard. We all began to laugh, leaning on each other so we don't fall over into the hallway.

Karen quickly ran back to the door and pushed past us, her face looking flushed and a dark red.

We all returned to our sitting position on the floor, waiting for Karen to spin the bottle for the next person.

She yanked the tank top over her head and sat down with a loud huff.

"I hope you're all happy, I'm never doing that again."

Some of us stifled our laughs as she spun the bottle, all of us waiting for the next victim.

It landed on Zachary.

The girls all began to squirm, whispering loudly to each other. "Do you have lip gloss?" "Does my breath smell?" All the while the guys were clapping his back and telling him which girl was the hottest.

"Alright," he began, and all the girls hushed, looking at him with big eyes, "I choose Max."

My heart stopped as everyone looked at me. I blinked twice and looked at Zachary, a small smile on his lips.

"Come on Max, it's just one kiss!" The girls' words echoed in my head as I thought of Dylan.

I haven't kissed another guy since I got with him, haven't even thought of another guy.

Well, I mean it's not like he'll find out...

I stood up and walked over to Zachary, my eyes never leaving is. I sat on his lap and hugged his waist with my legs. I suddenly didn't feel drunk anymore; as a matter of fact I felt aware of everything. All the eyes watching us, Zachary's hand winding themselves on my lower back.

But most importantly, I was completely aware of the fireworks that went off as I crashed my lips to his. My hands crawled to his hair and were knotted instantly in his dark brown hair.

Our lips moved together, tasting each other and wanting more. I tilted my head to the right and deepened the kiss, his warm breath tickling my lip. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck and pulled me closer.

I lightly tugged on the hair at the base of his neck and smiled against him as he traced my lower lip with his tongue.

This kiss was so much more different than when I kiss Dylan. Our kisses were always slow and meaningful; but this kiss, it was filled with hunger and passion, and honestly I didn't want to stop.

It seemed like years later I heard someone cough behind me. I pulled away from Zachary and watched as he smiled at me; I couldn't help but blush.

I unlatched my legs from him and returned to my original seat.

"Damn, thought we were gunna have to leave, it seemed to be heating up rather quickly," accused one of the guys.

I looked over to Scarlett and she gave me a devious smirk that sent a chill down my spine.

What have you gotten yourself into Max?


Ok, so I hope that wasn't too awful...

I actually quite enjoyed this chapter and I hope you all enjoyed it too!

Until next time! :D