The smell of weed and tobacco filled the now thick air in the house, music was cranked up to the point where the windows were about to shatter, bodies were grinding up against one another in a drunken attempt at dry humping, and Haley James was...drunk.
It didn't faze her that she was chugging straight from a bottle of vodka, which had undoubtedly become her new best friend. Now, she hadn't exactly had any pleasant experiences with her good buddy vodka the last time she was at a party. But this time, she was determined to make it up to him. Yes, she had granted Mr. Vodka the honor of being male. Why? She had no idea. She was drunk! Nothing made sense at this point, so she wasn't going to question herself.
Haley took another sip and swayed from side to side. Maybe she could pass this off as a new dance move instead of a lack of posture and poise due to excessive alcohol consumption. Yeah, maybe not.
Part of her wished Nathan would come along and take the bottle away from her so she didn't do any further damage to her liver. Then another part of her wanted to slap him upside the head because he was the reason why she was drinking like this. Well, she had Lucas to blame too but Nathan was part of it.
All this thinking was making her head hurt. And that caused her to take yet another sip of the clear liquid. She squinted as the substance burned down her throat. All she had to do was put the bottle down and walk away..or stagger away because she was pretty sure at this point, walking would be quite a chore. Or maybe she could just switch to beer. Scotch maybe? Schnapps? A strawberry daquiri for Christ's sake. Mr. Vodka was no longer her friend.
She felt stupid. This wasn't her..drowning her problems with alcohol. There were people in this world with far more problems than Haley James. What gave her any right to think otherwise? So, her best friend turned into a psychotic man beast and her boyfriend just ups and leaves her for the night..due to the psychotic man beast's actions, of course. Should she really demoralize herself by drinking like a fish? Hell yeah.
Just one more sip. One more sip and you put the bottle DOWN. That's the way it was all night. It was just one more sip and she'd stop. That was clearly about fifteen sips ago. And it was around that time where she noticed purple fairies dancing on the ceiling. Now blue and pink fairies joined the mix and they were performing a scene straight out of River Dance. Oh, those talented fairies.
Haley was almost tempted to join them but then realized that she lacked the ability to get onto the ceiling. Silly Haley, ceilings are for fairies..not drunk hoe bags who cheat on their boyfriends with psycho man beast best friends.
She scoffed at her stupid mind games and put the bottle down on the counter. No good would come out of having any more of that vodka. Besides, she had to stop now before she wound up getting her stomach pumped. Yeah, that was exactly what her mother would love to see.
It was playing in her mind now. The way her mother would introduce her to guests. "And this is my daughter Haley. The drunk lunatic who likes to drink to the point where she pisses alcohol! Isn't she just ducky?"
By now the rest of the alcohol was obviously setting in because never in her right mind would Haley's mother use the word 'ducky'. She wanted to smack herself for thinking of such an insane scenario but unfortunately, she wasn't sure if her head was still attached to her body.
Maybe she should just lie down for a second....
On second thought, no. Not after she just saw some kid throw his guts up right onto the carpet. Oh and what a lovely shade of pink it was. It matched perfectly with the jacket she had on. Call in Christopher Lowell, ladies and gentlemen. Or maybe a fashion consultant from the E! Entertainment channel. Haley James has officially found a color that will match with vomit. Now who says bodily fluids can't look good on what you wear?
The pounding in her head began to increase and Haley rubbed her fingers over her eyes. She needed to find Nathan. Not only to ask him to take her home but to tell him everything..dish out every single thing that happened between her and Lucas. The guilt was just going to keep boiling up inside of her until it exploded so it was better to get it out now.
Of course she didn't realize the fact that she was drunk, her inhibitions were lowered, and she was about to say something monumental to her boyfriend-who definitely wouldn't take it too well. Maybe he was drunk and passed out? Nah. Besides, he had to drive her home so he probably wouldn't have more than one beer. Lucky for her.
It bothered her that Nathan hadn't found her all night. He didn't even attempt to talk to her. In fact, she hadn't seen him since he stormed away from her earlier. He didn't have his cell phone on, and he hadn't touched the keg. Haley would know..she was standing by it the whole time.
All she wanted to do was find him and kiss him senseless. That sounded like the perfect plan. She could use a kiss..she hadn't gotten one all night. It wouldn't hurt if all these people left either. She just wanted the whole house to her and Nathan so that nobody else could intrude on them.
Haley felt a tap on her shoulder and instantly knew it was Nathan. She had left him a message on his voice mail a short while before and told him to meet her by the keg. She figured she'd stay there the whole night anyways so it was a pretty safe bet to make him meet her there.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips onto his. He instantly responded, pushing his fingers through the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her closer to him. Typical Nathan gesture.
What was just a kiss turned out to be a heated make out session. Definitely something that wasn't meant for anybody else to see. Haley breathed out heavily and ran her lips across his cheek, whispering into his ear.
"Let's go upstairs."
He nodded quickly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her up the stairs. He must have been just as drunk, because it took a good five minutes to get up there without falling.
Haley was about to stop and yell at him because he knew he had to drive her home later but she stopped herself. She should just enjoy herself now because in a few minutes she'd have to stop him and tell him everything. And she knew this was totally the wrong time to do it, she knew she was leading him on so bad only to tell him something awful but if she didn't do it now, would she ever do it? Probably not.
She felt him pin her to the door as his hands snaked underneath the material of her shirt. His lips trailed soft kisses down her neck and she moaned, causing him to push more of her hair off to the side to gain better access.
Opening her eyes just a bit, she looked at her surroundings. She was in what looked like to be Nathan's room. At least she wasn't in some random part of the house...or the bathroom for that matter. The last thing she wanted to do was make out in a disgusting bathroom.
Pulling away from him, she grabbed his collar and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his waist. But he quickly rolled her over on her back as he hovered over her.
She had to tell him.
It didn't faze her that she was chugging straight from a bottle of vodka, which had undoubtedly become her new best friend. Now, she hadn't exactly had any pleasant experiences with her good buddy vodka the last time she was at a party. But this time, she was determined to make it up to him. Yes, she had granted Mr. Vodka the honor of being male. Why? She had no idea. She was drunk! Nothing made sense at this point, so she wasn't going to question herself.
Haley took another sip and swayed from side to side. Maybe she could pass this off as a new dance move instead of a lack of posture and poise due to excessive alcohol consumption. Yeah, maybe not.
Part of her wished Nathan would come along and take the bottle away from her so she didn't do any further damage to her liver. Then another part of her wanted to slap him upside the head because he was the reason why she was drinking like this. Well, she had Lucas to blame too but Nathan was part of it.
All this thinking was making her head hurt. And that caused her to take yet another sip of the clear liquid. She squinted as the substance burned down her throat. All she had to do was put the bottle down and walk away..or stagger away because she was pretty sure at this point, walking would be quite a chore. Or maybe she could just switch to beer. Scotch maybe? Schnapps? A strawberry daquiri for Christ's sake. Mr. Vodka was no longer her friend.
She felt stupid. This wasn't her..drowning her problems with alcohol. There were people in this world with far more problems than Haley James. What gave her any right to think otherwise? So, her best friend turned into a psychotic man beast and her boyfriend just ups and leaves her for the night..due to the psychotic man beast's actions, of course. Should she really demoralize herself by drinking like a fish? Hell yeah.
Just one more sip. One more sip and you put the bottle DOWN. That's the way it was all night. It was just one more sip and she'd stop. That was clearly about fifteen sips ago. And it was around that time where she noticed purple fairies dancing on the ceiling. Now blue and pink fairies joined the mix and they were performing a scene straight out of River Dance. Oh, those talented fairies.
Haley was almost tempted to join them but then realized that she lacked the ability to get onto the ceiling. Silly Haley, ceilings are for fairies..not drunk hoe bags who cheat on their boyfriends with psycho man beast best friends.
She scoffed at her stupid mind games and put the bottle down on the counter. No good would come out of having any more of that vodka. Besides, she had to stop now before she wound up getting her stomach pumped. Yeah, that was exactly what her mother would love to see.
It was playing in her mind now. The way her mother would introduce her to guests. "And this is my daughter Haley. The drunk lunatic who likes to drink to the point where she pisses alcohol! Isn't she just ducky?"
By now the rest of the alcohol was obviously setting in because never in her right mind would Haley's mother use the word 'ducky'. She wanted to smack herself for thinking of such an insane scenario but unfortunately, she wasn't sure if her head was still attached to her body.
Maybe she should just lie down for a second....
On second thought, no. Not after she just saw some kid throw his guts up right onto the carpet. Oh and what a lovely shade of pink it was. It matched perfectly with the jacket she had on. Call in Christopher Lowell, ladies and gentlemen. Or maybe a fashion consultant from the E! Entertainment channel. Haley James has officially found a color that will match with vomit. Now who says bodily fluids can't look good on what you wear?
The pounding in her head began to increase and Haley rubbed her fingers over her eyes. She needed to find Nathan. Not only to ask him to take her home but to tell him everything..dish out every single thing that happened between her and Lucas. The guilt was just going to keep boiling up inside of her until it exploded so it was better to get it out now.
Of course she didn't realize the fact that she was drunk, her inhibitions were lowered, and she was about to say something monumental to her boyfriend-who definitely wouldn't take it too well. Maybe he was drunk and passed out? Nah. Besides, he had to drive her home so he probably wouldn't have more than one beer. Lucky for her.
It bothered her that Nathan hadn't found her all night. He didn't even attempt to talk to her. In fact, she hadn't seen him since he stormed away from her earlier. He didn't have his cell phone on, and he hadn't touched the keg. Haley would know..she was standing by it the whole time.
All she wanted to do was find him and kiss him senseless. That sounded like the perfect plan. She could use a kiss..she hadn't gotten one all night. It wouldn't hurt if all these people left either. She just wanted the whole house to her and Nathan so that nobody else could intrude on them.
Haley felt a tap on her shoulder and instantly knew it was Nathan. She had left him a message on his voice mail a short while before and told him to meet her by the keg. She figured she'd stay there the whole night anyways so it was a pretty safe bet to make him meet her there.
A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she turned around, wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips onto his. He instantly responded, pushing his fingers through the belt loops of her jeans and pulling her closer to him. Typical Nathan gesture.
What was just a kiss turned out to be a heated make out session. Definitely something that wasn't meant for anybody else to see. Haley breathed out heavily and ran her lips across his cheek, whispering into his ear.
"Let's go upstairs."
He nodded quickly as she wrapped her legs around his waist and allowed him to carry her up the stairs. He must have been just as drunk, because it took a good five minutes to get up there without falling.
Haley was about to stop and yell at him because he knew he had to drive her home later but she stopped herself. She should just enjoy herself now because in a few minutes she'd have to stop him and tell him everything. And she knew this was totally the wrong time to do it, she knew she was leading him on so bad only to tell him something awful but if she didn't do it now, would she ever do it? Probably not.
She felt him pin her to the door as his hands snaked underneath the material of her shirt. His lips trailed soft kisses down her neck and she moaned, causing him to push more of her hair off to the side to gain better access.
Opening her eyes just a bit, she looked at her surroundings. She was in what looked like to be Nathan's room. At least she wasn't in some random part of the house...or the bathroom for that matter. The last thing she wanted to do was make out in a disgusting bathroom.
Pulling away from him, she grabbed his collar and pushed him onto the bed, straddling his waist. But he quickly rolled her over on her back as he hovered over her.
She had to tell him.