Alvin lips were rubbed raw and his cheekbones ached. He'd been in the closet with this girl for at least 45 minutes. Kissing, taking a breath, talking, kissing, taking a breath, kissing, touching…
The girl finally back up and looked Alvin in the eyes and grinned. "You know I've never had this much fun with a freshman before." She winked as he laughed.
"You know I never even got to know your name. You know mine." Alvin stopped and smirked. "And we're certainly not strangers."
"You're right. I'm Bennie. Bennie Campbell." She said.
"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady…" Alvin trailed off as he leaned in to kiss Bennie. As soon at their legs touched Alvin jumped back from the vibrating in Bennie's pocket. She flipped her phone open and checked a text message. She typed a quick reply and put the phone back in her front pocket.
"Sorry Alvin but I've got to go like now. By!" She quickly fixed herself before reaching for the door knob and hurry out. Alvin quickly followed her hoping he could know when he would see her again.
"Wait Bennie!" She quickly turned around before leaving the loud crowed room, full of people dancing and drinking. "When can I see you again? You know I like being with you and all…"
"Ugh…," Bennie said. She began tapping her foot and looking around for something to write her number down with. "Give me your phone." Alvin reached into his back pocket and handed Bennie the phone. She quickly typed in her name and number before handing it back to Alvin. And again trying to rush out the door.
"Wait!" Alvin grabbed her again before she could leave. "Where are you going?"
"I have to go meet my boyfr-," Bennie stopped herself and took a deep breath. "I mean my friend. Yes my friend! Just my friend downstairs. Now I really have to go." She quickly kissed him before dashing out the room. "By!" she than shut the door.
Jeanette sat on the bathroom floor whimpering and shaking. She was still pretty worked up about what happened between her and Simon. She still couldn't even believe that she had tried to go that far with him all to get back at him for being with another girl. She felt so ashamed and disgusted with herself. She felt like exactly what Simon had called her: A drunken whore. She was still pretty mad at him though she really did want to fix things with him but not tonight, or tomorrow, or even for the rest of this week even. She was too broken to even stand up. Every time she replayed in her mind what had happened that night made her want to burst into uncontrollable tears again. She began thinking about her throwing the razor slicing am ugly cut in Simon's forehead. She started crying all over again.
Meanwhile outside the door to the bathroom in Dave's room, which was now empty, Eleanor walked in to take a quick bathroom break. After her and Theodore's hook up he had gone to the pool with some friends and Eleanor was going to look for her sisters to share the good news. She knocked on the door to the bathroom to see if anyone was in it.
"Is anyone in there?" Eleanor asked. After hearing nothing she pressed her ear to the door of the bathroom. As Eleanor listened closer she could hear a faint whimpering. "Is everything okay in there?"
"Just go away…" Eleanor heard the desperate voice call. Wait…Jeanette?
"Jeanette? Oh my God what happened?" Eleanor became worried as she pressed herself against the door and tried turning the knob to get inside. Jeanette had locked the door so the knob wouldn't move. "Jeanette let me in."
"No."
"Jeanette let me help you. Just at least let me see you." Eleanor pleaded. She heard some shuffling in the bathroom before she could make out the click of the lock as the door opened. She gasped at the sight of Jeanette. The chipette looked as if she'd just been chewed and spit back out. Her long hair was now knotted and messy, Her makeup was running down her face turning her cheeks black not to mention her eyes were red and puffy along with the rest of her face and her nose was runny. Plus, her outfit was still a little damp from having been rolling around in bubbles.
"Oh baby…" Eleanor looked her up and down and gave Jeanette a sympathetic tone. "Come here." She wrapped her arms around Jeanette as she began to cry and whimper again. For a few minutes she just let Jeanette cry and soak her shirt. She then took Jeanette's hand and lead her to Dave's bed.
"Here, take your shoes off and sit down. Let me just lock the door." Jeanette nodded and kicked off her heels and sat criss cross on Dave's bed and hugged a pillow tightly burying her face into it. Eleanor quickly darted to the door and turned the lock so nobody would interrupt. She walked back over to the bed and sat in the same position as Jeanette.
She rubbed circles on her back as Jeanette continued to cry into the pillow. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Eleanor saw Jeanette shake her head from under the pillow. "Do you want me to get Brittany too?"
"Yes please." Eleanor heard the trembling voice mutter. Eleanor began rubbing Jeanette's back again while she dialed Brittany's phone. She heard it ring about 3 times before she finally answered.
"Go for Brittany," Brittany cheerily answered the phone.
"Brittany, I need you to come to Dave's room now. I found Jeanette crying in the bathroom and she won't tell me what happened until you're here."
"Wait, what do you mean you found her crying?" Brittany asked.
"What do you mean, what do I mean?" Eleanor said frustrated. "I mean exactly what I said, I found Jeanette crying in Dave's bathroom. What's so hard to understand about that?"
"I'm already on my way." Brittany than hung up the phone. Eleanor tucked her phone in her pocket while she let Jeanette crawl into her lap and cry.
"Shhh…Jeanette I'm hear it's okay," Eleanor whispered. "Hush little baby, don't say a word, Ellie's gonna buy you mockingbird."
"Why would I want a mockingbird?" Jeanette mumbled. "That's so dumb. How the heck is a bird going to help? Can't I at least have something useful?"
"Okay than…" Eleanor thought for a second. "Hush little baby, don't even look, Ellie's gonna buy a million books."
"That's more like it."
Just than Eleanor heard a violent knocking on the door. She laid Jeanette down on the covers to cry while she ran to the door to let Brittany in. "Where is she?" Brittany scanned the room until she found Jeanette lying on the bed. "Oh sweetie…" Brittany darted to her and sat next to her on the bed and stroked her head. Eleanor locked the door the joined them, sitting on the other side of Jeanette.
"Tell me what's wrong then. Tell me the whole story." Brittany said softly.
Jeanette sniffled than glanced at both her sisters before she began speaking. "A few hours ago, I went looking for Simon when I found Clarke. Me and her were talking and happened to go into the living room and we saw…saw…we saw Simon and Tatum dancing on each other. I got really upset because he told me a few days ago he didn't have any feelings for her. I thought that I should just go up to Simon and tell him that I was upset but Clarke said that I should go up and I should dance on him. So she gave me a bunch of vodka mixed with some juice or lemonade or something and I started to dance with him. Then I guess I got so caught up in getting him away from Tatum I took him upstairs…" Jeanette stopped talking as the horrible memory flashed into her mind.
"Jeanette?" Eleanor asked calmly. "What happened when you guys went up the stairs?"
"Oh my God…" Brittany mumbled. "Did Simon try to take advantage of you after having all that to drink?"
"No, no ,no…almost the opposite actually. I guess it was the alcohol mixing with my jealousy and we started making out in the tub, and I just was trying to take things to far…"
"Like how…" Eleanor questioned raising an eyebrow.
"I was on top of him straddling him with my legs, I was kissing his neck…and I was touching all over him and then I…I took of my tank top and put his hands on my breast. I could tell that he was feeling uncomfortable but I just needed the feeling of him wanting me so badly I let him do that. He pulled away and said she should stop, than we got in a fight, a few names were called and I ended up throwing a razor at his head and gave him a nasty cut."
Jeanette looked up at the shock that was all over her sister's faces. "Wow…" Eleanor murmured. "That's a lot to take in…Jeanette, I know you were mad at Simon for what he did but next time don't be so impulsive. And think before you start just chugging liquor like that." Jeanette than tossed some of the pillows from Dave's bed on the floor as she went under his covers and pulled the beige comforter over her shoulders.
"Wait…so are you and Simon still together?" Brittany asked.
"I have to idea," Jeanette said quietly. "I know it's wrong for me to think this, because I know a lot of this was my fault, but I feel as if Clarke hadn't offered me that vodka from her flask than I wouldn't have done what I did and everything would be fine."
Brittany growled. She couldn't believe that bitch! Getting her sister drunk and telling her to go act like a whore would get her boyfriend back. Not to mention she was boiling mad at Tatum for messing with Jeanette's boyfriend in the first place. Thanks to them they screwed up Jeanette's relationship with the one boy she ever wanted to be with. And went Jeanette was sad, it was Brittany's job to bash the face in of whoever caused it.
Jeanette sniffled. "I think I just want to sleep this thing off. I can feel myself sobering up but I think I should just sleep in here for tonight. Do one of you guys mind getting me some sweats to sleep in while one of you waits for me to fall asleep?"
"Sure Jeanette." Brittany said through her clenched teeth. "Eleanor," She said sweetly to masked the anger that was building up. "I'll go get Jeanette's pajamas. Be back soon." She stroked Jeanette's cheek before leaving. As she opened the door, allowing the loud sounds of the party to flood in the quiet bedroom she turned back to look at Eleanor. "And if I'm not back soon…don't look for me." Brittany flashed a pearly white smile before slamming the door.
"Ugh…those tricks are dead!" She muttered storming down the hallway.
Alvin wandered around in the large living room. The living room had become the central spot for mostly everything, dancing, drinking, this had the most people. Since Bennie had left Alvin was busy looking for another focus. He wandered around looking for another girl, or least someone to talk to. He looked over and spotted Clarke and Tatum both leaning against a wall drinking and laughing with a group of girls huddled around them. He figured he could flirt around with them or maybe dance a little. He began walking over when someone called out his name.
"Yo Alvin!" Alvin flipped around to see an upper classman calling out his name. He recognized him as Braden the cool upperclassman jock that said hey to him the first day of school. Alvin grinned back at him before walking in the direction of his voice.
He approached Braden sitting on a couch in a tight green t-shirt and blue jeans, his feet here up on the coffee table with one handing holding a beer by his lips and the other draped around the back of the couch. There was a blonde guy on the other end of the long couch with a girl in his lap and about 10 boys and girls surrounding the couch now all looking at Alvin.
"Everybody, this is my man Alvin." Alvin looked around as everyone greeted him, the boys with nods and "sups", the girls with winks and flirty waves and smiles.
"We were just talking about how Braden's girlfriend's gone AWOL." The blonde boy on the couch said. "I love you man and all but that girl is no good for you. She's cheated on you like what, 6 times since freshman year?"
The girl in his lap turned to fill Alvin in. "Braden's love of his life is this sleaze he's been following around since 8th grade. She cheats on him like, all the freakin' time but always begs him for forgiveness and takes her back after bashing in the bastards face that she always claims came onto her first. It's f-ing stupid."
"It's not stupid," Braden argued. "They make Bennie sound like a skank, but she's the one for me. The ONLY one. So what if she's a little…loose. I have her and that's all that matters."
"Well you know what she has?" A guy with curly black hair asked from behind the couch. "Your balls locked up in a safe." Everyone began laughing as Braden shoved the curly haired guy to the ground as Braden held back a smile.
"Well Bennie sounds-" Alvin began but he stopped himself. "Wait, your girlfriend's name is Bennie? Like B-E-N-N-I-E, Bennie?"
"Yeah, she's really popular, you've probably seen her in the halls or heard her name. She's got almond shaped light brown eyes, medium skin, little nose…"
Alvin was now panicking, "Wait does she have long dark brown hair-"
"With light brown highlights. So you do know her." Braden asked.
Alvin began sweating. He couldn't believe this, of all people he could have hooked up with…
"Bennie!" Everyone turned to look at the screen door to the backyard where Bennie had now just walked into. Without even looking at Alvin she walked over to Braden and gave him a big sloppy kiss hello before plopping into his lap. Alvin stared open mouth, not even and hour ago, he was making out with this girl and here she didn't even acknowledge him.
Everyone said their greetings to the pretty girl as she snuggled up closer to Braden before looking over at Alvin who was staring with an open mouth. For a second she just looked at him in the eyes with a slightly open mouth as well as Alvin saw her begin to fidget with her hands. Bennie finally cleared her throat and ran her hands through her hair. Before waving at Alvin.
"Hey Alvin." Alvin couldn't believe what was going on. Everyone turned to look at Alvin.
"H-h-hey Bennie. What's…uh…going on?" He tried to sound relaxed but failed miserably. By now the rest of the cluster had returned to their own privet conversations surrounding the couch.
"I had a feeling you two knew each other. Is this who you were hanging out with the whole time babe?" Braden asked Bennie.
"Uh…yeah, Alvin was just telling me about you know his music and stuff. You know…uh how much I love them." She stuttered.
"Oh, yeah," Braden said. "You know both of us are huge fans really."
"Thanks man."
"So you and Alvin…are you guys friends or something?" Bennie choked out.
"Yeah, we met the first day of school," Alvin answered for Braden. An awkward silence fell over the group of three as they searched for something to say. But what could you possibly say when you just found out that the girl you just hooked up with's boyfriend is your friend and you he'll push you in front of a moving train If he knows that you hooked up? Absolutely, nothing.
"So Alvin," Braden said. "You uh, got a girlfriend man?"
"No, no girlfriend." Alvin answered.
"C'mon! Rock star like you? You probably have girls everywhere begging for you to just breath next to them. Well you at least hooked up with anyone tonight?"
When Braden asked this, Bennie began choking violently on air. He patted her back quickly almost knocking the wind out of her. "You okay babe?"
"Yeah…uh…just great Braden." She managed to get out. Bennie than wiped sweat from her forehead.
"Yeah one girl little while ago." Alvin replied. Bennie shot him a pleading look. Alvin gave her a reassuring nod. "But she…just left. Yeah she just left! That's right, right out the door, never coming back." Alvin said nervously. He saw Bennie let out a sigh of relief.
"That's too bad bro, what she look like?" Braden asked.
"You know, she was…" Alvin looked at Bennie for help. She began rapidly mouthing random traits to Alvin. "She was tall with…green eyes, and ugh…tan…" Alvin struggled to read Bennie lips. "uh…freckles. And, pink hair?" Bennie slapped her forehead.
"Pink hair?" Braden questioned. "Is she like a strawberry?"
"He meant pink hat. Right Alvin? Pink hat." Bennie shot Alvin the death glare before turning to Braden. "I saw them coming out of a closet while I was upstairs."
"Oh, well that's cool." Braden said. Just then, Alvin looked up to see Simon coming from outside with a large band-aide on his forehead above his eyebrow walking next to Theodore.
"Holy crap…" Alvin mumbled seeing Simon. He looked down at Braden and Bennie. "Well it's been nice talking to you guys but I have to go, looks like my brothers need me." He wiped some sweat that was building up on his forehead before walking around the couch to his brothers. Alvin was still shaking just a little. He couldn't believe that Bennie would go and hook up with him knowing that she not only had a boyfriend but one that would bash Alvin's face in. Not to mention Braden was one of the most popular guys in school. He couldn't upset him, he had to make friends with Braden in order for him to have any chance of being popular, he already liked Alvin but he couldn't find out about this. Then there was Bennie…Alvin really thought they had a connection. Was she just using him as a thrill? A distraction until she could find Braden? No matter what it was Alvin didn't like being a second choice. He felt so…used.
"Alvin." Theodore said when he saw his older brother. "Are you…like okay? You're shaking like a Chihuahua, and your sweating."
"You guys can't tell anybody what I'm about to tell you…" Alvin gestured for his brothers to move closer. "You guys remember Braden from the first day?"
"Yeah that popular guy that likes you?" Theodore asked.
"Yeah well, I accidentally hooked up with his girlfriend. And now he can't find out or I'm going to get my faced bashed in!"
"Alvin!" Theodore exclaimed. "How'd you make that mistake?"
"She didn't tell me who she was. Than I was talking to Braden and here she comes! Ugh…" Alvin graoned. He looked over at Simon who was staring at the ground with his hands tightly crossed.
"You okay Si?" Alvin put a hand on Alvin's shoulder. Simon looked up as Alvin saw his droopy tired eyes.
"Don't want to talk about it." Simon hissed.
"He and Jeanette had a little falling out, but he doesn't want to talk till tomorrow and I won't make him." Theodore rubbed Simons back.
"Thanks Theodore."
"Awww man, don't worry. She'll come around, whatever happened I'm sure will blow over in no time." Alvin reassured.
"You bitch!" The three boy's heads snapped up as did everyone else in the room. The music was still blasting but everyone had stopped to look at the scene that began to unravel. Brittany, who had charged down from the stairs, now had Clarke pinned against the fridge in the kitchen. A small huddle of onlookers had formed around them.
"Or not." Alvin muttered.
Clarke took both her hands and grabbed Brittany's wrists trying to pull her off but Brittany was to strong. Brittany's face began turning red from anger as she brought her face closer to s struggling Clarke. "You know," Brittany snapped through clenched teeth. "I didn't like you from day one, but everyone else seemed to love you for whatever reason. So I tried just shutting up and blocking you out…but now…" Brittany lifted Clarke's small body from the cold stainless steel before throwing her hard against it again making Clarke and everyone else in the room flinch. "Now that you've messed with my sister, the person who means the world to me, you got her drunk and tell her to go throw herself at her boyfriend. How could you do that? Huh? Do you have any guilt for what happened. Because of you Jeanette is upstairs bawling her eyes out and Simon has a freakin' slice on his head. Answer me!"
Clarke began to squeeze Brittany's wrists turning her own knuckles white. She looked at Brittany dead in the eye. "You know, I never wanted to hurt anyone. I didn't think that Jeanette would drink the whole thing! I thought she would have a had a little. And I never even told her to hook up with Simon. I just told her to go get him away from Tatum. If anything you should be on her ass not mine!" Brittany thought for a moment before slamming Clarke back into the fridge and letting go as Clarke fixed her clothing and stood with her arms crossed looked equally pissed.
"Where is she?" Brittany demanded of the large crowd. She saw a few hands point to the corner where Tatum stood looking sloppy. It was obvious she was even more drunk then before, missing both her shoes and barley standing up. Her cloths were barely hanging onto her and her hair was thrown up in a haphazard half ponytail with not all the hair pulled through. Brittany stomped over to Tatum grabbing a bottle of Coke unscrewing the cap. She poured the contents of the bottle down the front of Tatum's outfit before tossing the bottle directly at her along with the cap.
The audience, now a huge mass of people, laughed and oohed and gasped at the scene. Tatum, not being fully aware of what exactly was happening just stood there trying to wipe the sticky liquid off of her face. Brittany than got close to Tatum's face and looked her square in the eye. "I know that you're just a drunk, little, blonde bitch but that doesn't change the fact that what you did was wrong. I'm not like Jeanette, I don't need a flask full of booze to be a threat." She spat out. "I don't really want to fight you. I barely know you and I don't exactly hate you, I mean you are drunk. So I'm giving you 5 seconds when I'm done talking to get the hell out of my house. I don't care if you live around the block, over the river and through the woods, two seconds away or the bottom of the ocean. I also don't care if you have to run, walk, crawl, or sprout wings to get out. I just want you out. In five, four…" Brittany stepped closer with every count until their noses were almost touching.
"Three…two…one…" Brittany looked around at the shocked faced of the people around her. "Okay you asked for it!" Brittany drew her fist back ready to punch, when she felt someone grab her hand and pull her to the ground. Clarke was now wrestling Brittany. The two were throwing punches, pulling hair, and even biting one another.
"Don't punch her. Can't you see that she's drunk!" Clarke yelled from under Brittany.
"Don't tell me what to do!" Brittany screamed as Clarke flipped her over as the two continued scuffling. "I hate you!"
"Oh! Looks like you read my mind!" Clarke mumbled. At this point nobody was really trying to stop the two girls from killing one another, just watching and cheering. The three boys now stood in shock at the fight that was unfolding.
Clarke had now thrown Brittany to the ground smacking her forcefully on the butt with a liquor bottle repeatedly. Brittany screamed before trapping Clarke in between both her legs and flipping her over so that Brittany was on top of her and then began pulling at her hair causing Clarke to call out loudly.
"Okay, I'm getting a little turned on by this," Alvin smirked to his bothers as he watched the two girls continue to wrestle one another. "Because this is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I gotta film this…" Alvin dug around in his pocket for his phone and immediately began shooting. He crouched down in front of the crown and moved around shooting from every angle he could get, moving around and zooming in.
"Alvin!" Simon hissed. "Stop that, we have to break them up before someone gets hurt."
Just than the two girls managed to stand up but forcefully grabbing each other's hair. "You let go!" Brittany screamed.
"No you let go!" Clarke began pulling Brittany around in a circle as Brittany did the same. "Ow!"
"You let go!"
"No you!"
"You!" Both girls gave a forceful yank on the other before they each collapsed back on the ground. Clarke now had Brittany pinned down as Brittany kicked violently from underneath.
"Brittany would you mind angling your body further towards the camera so I can see your face, and Clarke could you punch with your other arm?" Alvin said from behind the phone.
"Alvin!" They girls both screamed in frustration.
"That's it!" Simon exclaimed. "I know how to end this…" He mumbled. Simon charged over to the sink and pulled out the extendable faucet as far as it would go. He aimed it at the quarreling ladies and turned on the cold water. He sprayed it all over the two.
"Ahhh cold, cold!" Clarke shrieked. Despite the water the two continued fighting, getting drenched completely. After a few seconds Simon began spraying them both in the eyes and mouth. They quickly pushed away from each other as they stood up, spitting out water and rubbing their eyes and squeezing their hair. Simon threw the hose on the ground and approached the two even with the music was turned down to hum and everyone was still watching.
"This has to end now before someone gets hurt. All I wanted was to have fun for once with my beautiful girlfriend, the ONLY girl I care about. And what I got was 2 drunk party girls, 2 girls fighting, one giant cut on my forehead, one person almost passed out, one crying a river, and two dripping wet!" Simon yelled and barked gaining everyone's attention.
"You know the whole wet thing would be great for the video…" Alvin muttered.
"And one perv trying to tape it all!" Simon threw up his hands. "You two," he pointed at Brittany and Clarke. "Go dry off, you look like you just finished wrestling alligators in the sewer."
"I did…" Brittany muttered.
"Up for round two?" Clarke threatened. Brittany drew back her fist.
"Ah!" Simon warned holding up the faucet. The two girls quickly put their hands behind their backs and faced forward.
"We'll just be going now!" The two quickly scurried up the stairs out of sight to find some dry cloths. Simon saw Alvin filming the as they ran away leaving a trail of water.
"And you," Simon grabbed the phone from Alvin, "Stop with snuff porno and find a way to get her home." He pointed to Tatum lying on the ground drooling. Alvin hurried to her, not wanting to upset Simon, and threw her over his shoulder.
"Are you my fairy God mother…?" She slurred as Alvin carried her away.
"And you," Simon said to Theodore while pointing at the wet floor. "Clean this up while I go upstairs and sleep in Dave's office. Because it's 1am and the rest of the house, including my bedroom, has been overrun by what seems like the cast of Project X." Simon finished in a very agitated tone. "Turn the music back up!" With that, the heard of people that were surrounding them dispersed and went back to their partying as Simon disappeared up the stairs.
A/N: Hope you liked it! By the way I'm working on a cover for my story and I NEED help! I'm serching for actual pictures of people to be the chipettes and chipmunks so if you manage to find a photo of a person that would fit very well PLEASE PM me the link or the photo or even for a good site for finding pics! And I'm also looking for a prgram that would be good for making the cover, I want it to be almost like a colage (spelled that wrong!) PLEASE HELP! S.O.S, you'll get recognition for helping me!
