Haley trudged up the deck stairs and back into the living room in search of Lucas. "Lucas!" She yelled, weaving through a sea of drunken and drugged up losers.
She finally found him in the same spot where she had left him..not only with Brooke but with another girl as well. All three were obviously drunk and about ready to practically get it on in the middle of the floor.
Haley scoffed and shook her head, going over to the three people. "Lucas, I thought you said you would lay off the heavy booze. You have to drive home tonight you know."
Lucas' head rolled to the side as he draped his arms over the two girls. "I know, come on then let's go. Brooke and Peyton can come with us."
"No way! There's no way I'm getting in that car. Look at you, you can't even walk straight!"
Lucas looked down at his feet and then back up at Haley. "Yeah I can! Watch!" He began to walk but then tripped over his shoe lace, causing him to hit the floor face down. "Ouch."
"See what I mean?! I told you!" Haley tapped her foot on the ground as the two girls attempted to pick Lucas up...but they wound up falling down with him too. So now there were three drunken idiots on the floor and a very pissed off Haley.
"Okay Haley." Lucas said, his voice muffled because he was basically talking to the floor. He couldn't find the strength to lift his head up. Pulling his keys out of his pocket, he threw them at her. "Go start the car up and drive us home."
Haley threw the keys back at him. "Are you kidding me? I can't drive! I don't even have my license!"
"So what, you won't get caught." Lucas hiccupped and groaned, causing the two girls lying next to him to giggle and smack him on the a$$.
"I've never driven a car in my life! And I don't plan to get pulled over and then have the cops find out there are three drunk people in there with me!" Haley was going to continue but realized that her hammered best friend wasn't putting up a fight. "Lucas, are you listening to me!" She bent down to look at his face and found him asleep. "Great, you decide to get trashed and pass out on me at the house of your evil brother. Just perfect."
Not believing the circumstances she was in, she thought of any way she could get home. She couldn't call her mother. What would she tell her? 'Hi mom, I'm at a party with a whole bunch of booze and drugs. Wanna come pick me up?' That definitely wouldn't work. She couldn't take Lucas' car now especially since he was asleep. She wouldn't trust herself driving it anyway. The cab service was on strike, and if she called Lucas' mom, she'd find out he'd been drinking.
She mumbled to herself and stepped over Lucas' sleeping form on the floor, reaching for an empty cup and a bottle of vodka. "If you can't beat em, join em." She said to herself, chugging the contents of the cup and pouring herself some more.
Nathan sat out on the beach for a bit longer and decided it would be best to go inside. The wind was picking up and the sand was beginning to get into his eyes, which wasn't exactly something pleasant.
He walked into the house and grabbed another beer, going over to Tim and a few other guys who were sitting in a group around the kitchen counter.
"Hey Nate, where the hell have you been? The keg's almost empty!" Tim shouted, slapping his hand on the table.
"Busy." Was all Nathan said back to him, as he took a sip of his beer.
"Well thanks for being so informative, bud." Tim looked around and stared at something on the ground in the next room. "Well lookie what we got there. The bastard passed out! What about the sh!t we were gonna do to him tonight?!"
Nathan rubbed his hand against his forehead. "I don't care, Tim. I have a nice buzz goin' on here, and I don't want it to be ruined by bringing up the dude's name, alright?" He had already heard enough of it from that girl. Haley..whatever her name was. He didn't need to hear it again throughout the remainder of the night.
"Wait, is that..Peyton and Brooke passed out next to him?!?" Tim laughed, lifting himself up from his seat, as the other guys did as well. "He's mackin' on your ex, Nate!"
"Tim, drop it, okay? I. DON'T. CARE." Nathan was about ready to slap him when he heard his cell phone ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and groaned, sitting it down on the counter.
"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Tim asked, leaning over to see whose number showed up.
"I don't plan to. It's my dad. Do you honestly think I wanna talk to the guy right now?" He held up his beer as to show Tim that he was a bit on the tipsy side.
"Fine then. I'll answer it." Tim picked up the phone off the counter.
"What are you doing! Give that back!" Nathan reached for it but missed.
"Hello?" Tim said, waiting for a response on the other line. "Mr. Scott! Dan the man! How the helll are ya, dude?"
Nathan's eyes bugged out of his head as he heard the way Tim was speaking to his dad. The guy was going to automatically tell there was a party going on by the amount of noise in the place. Not to mention the way Tim was acting. He was so smashed...he was talking like a moron.
"Party? No way man, why would you think that! Oh that Nate..he has one of those..um...cd's that are supposed to make you go to sleep. Ya know, sounds of the rain forest, sounds of the storm..sounds of the trailer park. Well this one is sounds of the all night kegger down at the beach house. It's really great, you should buy it!"
Nathan put his head in his hands. He was going to kill Tim. Literally strangle him and leave him out as road kill...if his dad didn't get to him first.
"You wanna talk to him?" Tim looked over at Nathan, who was shaking his head no. "Uh yeah, he's on the crapper right now. He ate some nasty burritos. Montezuma's revenge or something like that. Alright yeah, I'll tell him you called. Later pops." Tim hung up the phone and Nathan glared at him.
"Montezuma's revenge? Tim, you get that when you go to Mexico and drink the water, you dumbass!" Nathan smacked the back of his head.
"Ow! Well it got him off the phone, didn't it!"
"Yeah, probably to come down here and kick my a$$." Nathan took another sip of his beer to try and calm his nerves. The drunker he could get, the better he would be at forgetting about his dad.
He was about to go get a shot of vodka when he heard Tim call his name while still looking at his phone. "Holy shit, Nathan! Who is this chick?!?"
Nathan tried to pull the cell phone out of Tim's hand but he couldn't get his grasp on it. "It's nobody."
"Well, that nobody is freaking hot. What's her name? Is she here? Can I talk to her? Hell, can I bone her?"
"No dumbass, you can't." He pulled the phone as hard as he could out of Tim's hand and stuffed it back into his pocket. "How'd you find that anyway?"
"I don't know, I pressed a button and it popped up. Dude, she is so fine." Nathan got up to go to the refrigerator and Tim followed him.
"Yeah, too bad she's a bitch." He mumbled, getting out a new bottle vodka.
"I like bitches, Nate! Hook me up with her, please?" Tim begged, grabbing Nathan's shoulder.
"NO! Now forget about her, she isn't worth it." Nathan closed the refrigerator door and went back to his seat, trying to block out Tim's excessive begging.
He didn't want to hook Haley and him up. For one, she wouldn't go for Tim anyway. He defintely wasn't her type. He also didn't know why he was getting so mad about the guy asking though. Haley wasn't Nathan's property. He didn't even know her. He didn't even like her. Like he said, she was a bitch.
At least that's what he kept trying to convince himself.
Eight hours later, the party was well over, but the remnants of the night before still remained. Half empty liquor bottles were scattered accross the kitchen and living room floor, leaving drip trails from where they toppled over. Food lined the counter tops, spilling onto the floor and trailed out onto the deck. Articles of clothing were thrown on the couch and hung over the deck railing. The place was a downright mess.
Haley groaned as she rolled over on her side, not liking the immdeiate feeling she got once she tried to open her eyes. To put it more bluntly, she couldn't..nor did she want to. She knew she had drank too much the night before, and could have killed herself for doing so. It wasn't like her to do that, especially since she should have been home studying last night instead of out partying.
Pulling her arm over her face, she tried to block out the sun and gently open her eyes. Once she finally adjusted to the bright light, she scanned her surroundings. They weren't the least bit familiar. The walls were a shade of dark blue, with numerous posters and basketball jerseys, the floor was lined with a plush white carpet..and the comforter was made of soft down, with a dark blue color to match the walls. Then it hit her. She wasn't in her room..she wasn't in Lucas' room. Afraid of what to think next, she looked over to her side and saw Nathan sleeping next to her. Oh God tell me this isn't happening, she thought to herself amidst her panicking. Without thinking twice, she let out a scream that could be heard from a mile away.