Chapter 9 - Party, bitch!

"Lauren, bitch. My best bitch, the bestest bitch there is," was how I was greeted by Jessica, who was, without a doubt drunk as fuck. Was I really that late already? Was I missing all the fun?

"Jessica, don't sell yourself short, you are a great bitch as well," I grinned and gave her a quick hug. She was growing on me, I had to admit in all fairness. And who didn't love a greeting like that?

A hand reached out from behind me, I followed its movements with skepticism. Someone wanted to take the bag with alcohol from me, not on my watch. I grabbed onto it with dear life, not letting it go so easily. I would never see it again if I let it go now.

"Hey, hey, easy there tiger, keep those paws to yourself," I said and turned around, glaring at the offender. It was Tyler. Why did it have to be Tyler? Couldn't it have been Mike? So typical for him to try and steal alcohol, my alcohol! I glared at him.

Tyler had become even more clingy after he had stood up to the Cullens for me. I have to admit, I did have respect for him for doing that for me, but I reacted allergic to guys expecting sex as retribution. So sadly, while Tyler got my respect, he would have to enjoy it from afar. Very far away.

I took the Tequila out of the back, opened it, took a long, straight sip, and sighed. It burned a little in the back of my throat, and I didn't bother with lime or salt, but I felt ready now to face him.

"There, have fun," I said and chucked the bag into his arms. He caught it and opened his mouth to say something. I wanted to enjoy myself and Tyler would not ruin this evening for me, so help me tequila or Jessica.

"Tyler, just save it," I said before he could and turned around to go dancing with Jessica, my new bitch.

Jessica, me, and the tequila bottle were dancing to "Hit me baby one more time" by Britney Spears, rather scandalously I might add, when I saw them. The half-empty bottle almost slipped out of my hand, but I held on to it like my life depended on it.

A group of boys, no, men, was casually striding up to the bonfire. I counted six of them, all with dark hair and bronze skin. Some were not wearing shirts and I could see the rippling muscles. Strong chests and thick cords of pure muscle were wrapping around their arms and legs. Just wow, I would definitely not say no to that. I hoped I didn't drool. That would be embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as staring at them.

Just as the part "hit me baby one more time" came on, Jessica struck out and brought her hand down mercilessly on my poor sensitive butt. The highest pitch scream I ever produced came over my lips as I was falling forward. Simultaneously, all six heads, and the other people at the party, but who cares about them, turned around and looked at me as I fell.

I was not sure if it was the tequila or what, but I was flying in slow motion. Jessica was laughing, shaking out her hand, Mike was vomiting in the bushes, the six boys were following every one of my moves and me? I hit the sand and landed face forward.

"Jessica, where did you get all your spanking skills from? You certainly didn't show them last night!" I slurred and laughed because I was feeling silly.

"Only for you, baby," she slurred back, just as drunk as me. I threw her a kiss and she caught it and placed it on her cheek. We giggled.

When I came to getting up, I learned that laying on the sand was not as uncomfortable as it might have looked like. I moaned and considered just laying there until I either starved or Edward came to take a sip. In the end, I got up on my hands, and the world was suddenly spinning faster around me. My thoughts were packed in cotton candy, sweet but dumb. I couldn't think straight anymore. My hands burnt as I got up and I hissed as I put pressure on my slightly injured ankle.

An arm circled around my waist, steadying me. The body pressed against mine was radiating heat and I automatically leaned in closer. Instinctively, I looked up and met a pair of chocolate brown eyes. My teeth pulled my lower lip between them automatically, and I probably developed something called the "bedroom look".

"Easy there," he laughed as I staggered. His eyes were searching my face, taking in every detail, seemingly trying to imprint them into his memory. His hand tightened around my waist.

Did it suddenly get warmer? Or possibly hotter? Someone called the fire department because I am getting burnt tonight. When I said I wanted to get to know the half-naked La Push guys, I didn't mean to get to know them that well!

"You are a true cutie," I slurred, putting my hand on his firm chest, and smiled dreamingly up to him. His chest rumbled with a chuckle, and he pulled me towards his friends.

I looked back to where Jessica was standing, seeking help. Jessica was spotting a grin reaching one ear to another, winked, and put up both thumbs. I guess, if it was Jessica approved, it was okay. It was basically the same thing as Jesus approving it, who was I to complain? I will just go with this friendly, young, and coincidently hot guy. What could even happen?

He smelled of forest, wood, and dark nights. I breathed in deeply, savouring his scent. It had an intoxicating effect on me, lulling me into safety.

"I am Paul, and you are?" He asked, whispering into my ear. I giggled because his name was Paul and leaned even further into him that now he was supporting most of my weight.

"Laaaaauren, but you can call me Viv," I said, saying my true name out loud for the first time since I arrived here. I had the urge to giggle. "But don't tell anyone that my true name is Viv, it is a secret," I continued to slur and wondered if he even got one word of it.

"Shhhh, it's a secret," I brought my finger to his lips to shush him. He grinned and jokingly bit my finger, dragging his teeth along my skin teasingly and finally bringing it into his mouth. My mouth fell open as he started to suck on it. His hot tongue swirled around my fingertip. What was going on?

"Ew," I yelled with as much disgust as I could muster in my drunken state and pulled back my hand. "Somebody amputate it, quick!"

Paul didn't seem to mind too much and just continued to grin.

"Paul, eh! Don't scare away all the cute girls," one of the other guys said and slung his arm around my shoulder when I was close enough, pulling me away from Paul. When I looked up, he also had brown eyes, but he seemed even darker than chocolate, almost pitch black.

It reminded me a little of when Edward had his bitchy moments.

"Jared," he introduced himself and grinned. His grin seemed more lopsided than Paul's, but just as handsome. His eyes were studying me just as intensely as Paul's did. It seemed like I had earned his sole attention.

"Viv, but shhhhh," I whispered back and giggled again. This time, I didn't bring my finger up to his lips, thinking that might get dangerous. Jared smelled like Paul, maybe a bit more like pines, a bit more like the ocean.

"Ow, Viv," Jared laughed as I buried my nose into his chest and breathed in again. Paul let me go and Jared enveloped me fully, pressing me against his chest.

My drunken self was in heaven, not one but two hot good smelling guys? Jackpot. I pulled away, remembering that normal human beings did not cuddle random humans, or, I mean werewolves.

"This is Sam, Embry, Quill, and Jacob," Paul introduced and pointed at the other guys. I smiled politely and nodded, pretending I would totally remember their names.

It hit me like lightning, one of them left me hanging in the woods the other night. I narrowed my eyes and looked at the other wolves. Four other guys in various heights, but all handsome. I looked them all in the eyes, one after another. All I could read from them was surprise and, and affection? Why were they already so taken by me?

I mean, Lauren's body was cute and all, at least after I had taken care of it, but it made me suspicious. Forget playing dumb, I was mad. And as far as I knew, the pack doesn't kill people over their knowledge.

"Did someone call them?" I asked, trying to put effort into pronouncing all the words correctly. All six of the guys tilted their heads, looking at me questioningly. How cute, as if they all were puppies.

"You know, 911," I continued, biting back a grin. The puzzled faces turned into worry.

"Why would someone need to call 911? Are you alright?" The guy who looked the oldest, Sam I guess and if I remembered correctly, also alpha, said.

"Because someone will need an ambulance," I waited a couple of seconds, "but it won't be me," I blurred out and glared at every single one of them. "Who of you dogs left me to rot in the damn forest? I know it was one of you," I accused them. "Whoooo the fuck was it?" I slurred.

The guys froze in place, exchanging glances. They hadn't expected this, obviously. They didn't have a plan, my attack hit them unsuspected.

"Let's talk somewhere more private," Sam, or was it Quill?" said. He looked serious all of a sudden, hard brown eyes but soft lips. What if I just kissed them? From where were these thoughts coming from? It didn't make any sense.

I felt like I was forgetting something about him. Something that seemed rather important. What was it? Was he an alcoholic, a controlling bastard? He had a girlfriend, he had imprinted on Emily, leaving Leah heartbroken. It hit me suddenly and my head started spinning again.

"I think I need to throw up," I barely said before I emptied the contents of my stomach in front of their shoes. My stomach cramped and the acid was burning in my throat. Tears stinging my eyes.

"We will take care of you," Quill, or was it Embry?" said and slung an arm around me.

"You will take me nowhere; I am still fucking mad" I threatened with my slurry voice and almost threw up a second time. The smell of the previous time rose into my nose, making me gag. Why did vomit smell so disgusting? Someone should take care of that, maybe change it to strawberries?

"Common, Viv, don't be like that," Paul said roughly and grabbed my arm. It hurt. I tried to shake him off, but his grip firmed up. I hoped it wouldn't leave bruises.

"You are hurting me," I hissed, and tears were gathering in the corners of my eyes.

"Paul, let go of her!" Jacob called out, lunging for the other wolf.

Two forces of nature met each other, I was flung to the side, narrowly missing my own vomit. Dazed, I saw how punches were thrown. Jacob threw a straight punch and got Paul's eye and cheek. Paul's iron uppercut met Jacob's chin and jaw, making him stumble backwards. Sam stepped between the two.

"Are you okay?" Quill asked me, helping me onto my unsteady feet. His warm hands were helping me up carefully, trying not to hurt me, treating me like I was a porcelain figure. I hated it already, but I was also too confused, too exhausted, and drunk to complain.

"Paul is such an asshole," Embry said at my other side, and I grew dizzy again. His voice was ringing loudly in my ears and his hands grabbed onto the arm which Paul had hurt just seconds earlier. His face was growing blurry, his sharp light brown eyes, the straight nose, and thin lips slowly blending into the background.

"Tell me about it," I muttered. "I just want to go home," I whined, burying my face in his chest. He smelled of pinewoods and oceans. I breathed in deeply thinking of home.

"You live in Fork, right?" Quill muttered into my other ear, making me shiver. Cold goosebumps ran down my spine. I looked up just in time to see Sam slap Jacob and Paul behind the head. I wanted to chuckle but laid my hand nimbly on his chest instead.

"My home is long gone," I sighed and closed my eyes, imagining myself far away. It was gone, all gone, and I was here, alone. Helpless. Vampire soda, a doggy treat.

Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet into someone's arms. All air was pushed out of my lungs, and I barely had enough breath left to scream in surprise. I clawed the wolf's neck and held on for dear life as I yelped.

"Hold on princess," Embry said gently and grinned charmingly. Why was I mad but also warm inside? Princess, seriously? Were they all so uncreative here?

"Help," I just screamed in response, struggling against his hold, wiggling my legs, and hitting his chest with my first. That hurt.

"Sh, we are getting you somewhere safe. Please stop struggling," Quill begged me, clasping his hand over my mouth. His palms tasted salty but also strangely sweet. Was it just me or was this a little rapey?

"Mhm," I tried to scream. Then I was able to slap his hand away. "Someone help me, I am being kidnapped." Or possibly raped.

"Shut up, you are being kidnapped by six hot guys, that barely counts," Jessica screamed back at me, grinning suggestively. "Admit it, you have been fucking them for weeks now anyways," Jessica said loudly enough for everyone to hear. Even Mike, who was done vomiting, looked up.

"I have been what?"