Chapter 6 Half Assed but Amazing!

Fuck…My…Life…

My head was pounding. It felt like someone had smashed it multiple times in a door and then decided to kick the shit out of it. My hand found my face as I roughly rubbed down it. I opened my eyes and looked at the clock…fuck, it was 12:30 in the afternoon. I wondered if Brandon was still there and what my parents were thinking. I normally would have checked in with them if I was going to be this late. They thought I was spending the night at Kelly's. My parents knew Donna's parents were out of town and that she was staying at Kelly's too. I knew Jackie Taylor wouldn't call, my lie was safe but the more time that past I knew they would wonder and start calling the house. I slowly sat up trying to pull myself together. I whipped the covers off of me and moved my legs off the side of the bed. I slowly stood and made my way to relieve myself in the bathroom. I looked confused as I noticed I had no underwear on. Nice Brenda, what you just get drunk and pass out and decide to fling your panties off? Classy. I shook my head and thanked god I was alone.

After washing my raccoon eyes and splashing some water on my face, I quickly found my underwear and made my way out of the bedroom. I heard voices coming from downstairs as I approached. I walked in and saw Steve and Dylan sitting at the kitchen table with mugs of what looked like coffee and Donna sitting at a bar stool eating cereal.

"Morning." I mumbled to no one in particular.

"Hey there Bren…how you feeling?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"Like someone kicked my head in, you?" I didn't make eye contact with him as I grabbed an empty cup from the counter and poured myself a glass of orange juice.

"I feel great! A bloody Mary sounds good, you interested?" joked Steve.

I swallowed invisible bile as I made my way to the kitchen table, orange juice in hand. I sat down and noticed Dylan glance at me. He shyly smiled at me silently; I just looked at him oddly. His expression was hurt suddenly and he looked down into his coffee cup. "What the fuck happened last night?" I mumbled wanting to kill myself.

"I am going to cut out." Dylan said suddenly getting up. "Thanks Donna…I'll see you guys later." he looked at me one last time. He looked sad…maybe he was just hung over too. I didn't say bye but his eyes stared into mine as he mumbled bye and headed out.

"Later McKay." called out Steve before taking another sip of coffee. We all heard the front door slam shut and I pressed my forehead to my hand as I lowered it to the table.

"Ughhh god what the fuck did I drink?"

Steve laughed, "Mucho Mango Margarita's with a side of Ruffies." My head shot up.

"What? Ruffies?" I saw Donna swing around on her stool as we both stared at Steve curiously.

"Yeah…you know Rohypnol…the date rape drug…you don't remember anything?" Steve was serious now.

I shook my head, "No."

At that moment Brandon and Kelly made their way into the kitchen holding hands and looking a lot more refreshed than I did. "Good Morning." Kelly said chipper.

"Ooo is that coffee?" Brandon said as he eyed the pot on the counter. He looked up at me and chuckled, "Bren…rough night?"

"Shut up Brandon." I was not in the mood for him at all. I looked at Steve who looked like he was going to continue and I subtly shook my head and he gave me a nod in understanding. I would have to wait to hear what an ass I probably was last night later when I could get Steve alone. I barely listened as they made small talk in the kitchen. I called my parents and checked in. Told them I was lying out by Kelly's pool with the girls. Only in California was my mother's response at the fact it was December and she thought it was funny we were swimming. She also added she hadn't heard from Brandon and I told her I had talked to him and he was still at Steve's doing the same thing. That took care of my parents for a couple hours so I could try to pull myself together some more. Shower and make myself more presentable so they wouldn't be suspicious as to what the hell I did last night. I was curious as well. We helped Donna clean up, surprisingly it wasn't that bad. Shortly after Brandon announced he was going to walk Kelly to her car and I took advantage.

"So Steve…what happened last night?" I said curiously not caring Donna was there she had already heard as much as I had.

"Let's just say Brenda, you were lucky McKay was there."

"Dylan?" I was surprised at that; I hadn't talked to Dylan in months.

He nodded his head and didn't continue.

"Hello…Steve are you going to spit it out before Brandon comes back or what?"

"Oh right." Steve sat down and I sat next to him. "We were all drinking pretty heavily and I was joking around with Kyle and Josh and some other guys from the football team when I heard shouting and banging upstairs. Kyle and I looked at each other and ran up to see what the commotion was. When we got there, you were lying on the bed passed the hell out and Dylan had Tony Miller by the shirt against the wall."

"Tony." I whispered remembering we had hung out and flirted a lot last night.

"Dylan told me to get Tony the hell away from you and he ran over to you. You were still oblivious while he doted on you. I heard Dylan yell to Tony about what he had given you and took Tony downstairs and out the fucking door. I'm not sure after that what happened but as Kyle and I threw Tony out the front door he said "Come on guys, you know how it is, she was begging for it. Some girls just need a little more persuading." Steve rolled his eyes, "What a prick…anyway that was the last time I saw Dylan, he seemed sincerely worried about you and extremely pissed off at Tony. I guess I missed it but I think Dylan punched him." Steve shrugged like it wasn't a big deal and I sat silent in shock.

Dylan had helped me? I was almost positive he hated me. He hadn't really talked to me in months but then again I didn't talk to him either. At that moment Brandon had come back in and asked if I was ready. Soon after we were on our way home and I couldn't stop thinking about Dylan, Tony and the whole unknown mess that apparently happened last night. The fact I was drugged was scary enough. I thought about waking up without panties on and felt mortified. I realized maybe Dylan could fill in the blanks for me. If anything, I had to thank him. If he saved me from a possible date rape or something like that, I owed him more than a thank you.

"Why are you so quiet Bren? Did you have too much fun last night?" Brandon smirked as I turned around in the passenger seat. Donna was driving us home and she eyed me and I knew she was wondering if I was going to tell Brandon about what had happened.

"I'm fine." I lied, I would eventually tell Brandon but not until I knew the facts. "What are you going to do today?" I asked him changing the subject and secretly wondering if maybe I would have a chance in talking to Dylan today. He had left before Brandon had come downstairs, maybe they had planned to hang out today?

"Don't know…Dylan had mentioned yesterday about coming over and working on the car but I didn't talk to him much last night. He must have been busy with a little hottie last night."

I cringed at the thought then I remembered…Casey. Tramp. I had to swallow the increase of saliva in my mouth, I was still pretty nauseous and the thought of Dylan getting head from that little skank made me want to vomit. "Yeah…busy with a sluts big ugly mouth on his dick."

Brandon and Donna glared at me and I realized I said that out loud. I didn't really talk like that. It's one thing when it's my inner thoughts but I had surprised them. A slow smile spread across my brothers face, "Do tell?" he said suddenly leaning forward from the back seat.

I was quiet and I glanced at Donna, "Brenda walked in on nasty Casey going to town on Dylan's crotch last night. She is something else. Who does that? Hey…Dylan…want to put something in my mouth…its disgusting." Donna finished for me with extreme disgust in her voice and I just continued to stare out the window. Donna was a bigger prude than I was, I honestly wasn't against something like that even though I had never done it but a party with a random guy seemed cheap and slutty to me.

"Lucky bastard." Brandon said shaking his head. I turned around and glared at him. He smirked and sat back. I assumed him and Kelly hadn't gotten that far then. Thank god. Gag.

I shook my head and Donna and I glanced at each other, "Boys." we said in unison and she pulled up in front of my house. I opened the passenger door for Brandon but he decided to jump out of the convertible from the back seat instead. Donna giggled as Brandon ran up the front yard.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag. As I shut the door I thanked Donna for the ride and the party. She stopped me as I turned around to walk up to my house.

"Ahh Bren?"

"Yeah?" I turned around and looked at her.

"Do you like Dylan or something?"

"What? No!" I knew I answered too quickly.

She smiled and nodded, "Sure about that?"

"Wh…Why do you say that?" Nice Brenda, keep stuttering you idiot.

She shrugged, "I don't know…you seemed really upset about Casey and I just thought…maybe you were jealous."

I fake laughed, "Yeah I'm jealous of her…not." damn it, did she see right through me? Had Brandon?

"Well he did save you…maybe he feels the same too?" for being naïve Donna was sure being observant today.

"Come on Don…this is Dylan McKay, he makes out with a different girl every night, he was just getting a blow job from one of the girls in our class. Someone like Dylan would never be interested in someone like me. I'm too innocent and not as pretty as half of those girls he hooks up with."

She shook her head, "Brenda…you are totally prettier than them and plus…the girls Dylan hooks up with are good for one thing. They aren't girls that he would take seriously. I don't know…I just don't think Dylan would have been so mad that he punched Tony out if he didn't maybe feel something for you. That's all I am saying. Look call me later, my parents are coming home tonight, I need to make sure all traces of my party are gone before I am grounded for the rest of my life."

Without saying another thing she drove away and I just stood there like an idiot and watched her car until it was out of sight around the corner. Her words rang out into my head over and over and suddenly I was questioning Dylan's motives also. I had thought he liked me in the beginning but soon after those thoughts disappeared, I mean, I wasn't like those girls and when I did practically throw myself at him, he denied me. What if he did? I realized I had been standing outside for ten minutes with a goofy grin on my face as I came too. The thought of Dylan interested in me did things to my body I only felt when I thought about him. It made my stomach flop with butterflies and an unfamiliar tingle between my legs. I shook my pervy fantasy out of my head and headed into the house.

I sat on my bed as I read the same page over and over. I had a test in Brit Lit the following day but I couldn't concentrate. My mind thought about Dylan, Tony, the party, what Donna had said. I couldn't think about anything else. My parents weren't home, they had some company gala to go to for my dad's firm and they had told us they would be home late. I had went downstairs a couple times, glancing out into the driveway but Mondale was covered untouched and I had assumed Dylan wasn't coming over. I threw my book off my lap and onto my bed giving up reading it. There was no point in pretending. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't think I was ugly by any means but prettier than all those girls? I didn't see it, maybe their confidence made them more attractive? I took a deep breath running my hands through my hair and quickly adjusting my bangs when I heard a thud from Brandon's room. I decided I was going to talk to him, I always talked to my brother, we were so close like that. Initially I didn't want Brandon to know about Tony, he would be pissed and no doubt he would say something to him when really I'll I wanted to do was forget about it. But I knew I had to be realistic. Brandon would hear at school and he would be more upset I didn't tell him myself. I knocked twice and slowly opened the door. My eyes found an empty bed and then my eyes quickly scanned his room. There in the corner seated at Brandon's desk chair was Dylan. He had his feet rested on the desk with a text book in his lap. He slowly looked up at me and I smiled at him.

"Hey you." he said quietly as he closed the book and lowered his feet from the desk, "how are you feeling?" god he was hot. I took a deep breath and glanced at the ground thinking maybe I was being creepy by staring at him.

"Umm good actually." I looked around, "Where's Brandon?" I stood nervously at the door.

"We were studying but Kelly called so he took the call downstairs, they been on the phone for 45 minutes already." he rolled his eyes and leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. "You know…young love."

"Retch." I said with a smile making my way into the bedroom and closing the bathroom door behind me. He smiled at me and watched me and I made my way to the bed and plopped down. There was an awkward silence between us and after a few moments I just spoke up. "Thank you…by the way."

He tilted his head and looked at me confused.

"For saving me…Tony…for punching him…thanks."

He suddenly understood and nodded, "Of course." His voice sounded upset and I could have sworn he clenched his fists at the mention of it.

Being brave I got up and walked over to him. As I got closer he watched me and leaned back in the desk chair as I approached. I knelt down in front of him and looked at him. He looked nervous as I leaned into him, I don't think he realized what I was about to do. I lifted my arms, "Come here." I practically whispered.

He swallowed hard and leaned into my arms. I wrapped them around his neck and squeezed him tightly hugging him. "Thank you so much." I repeated. I felt his nose brush into my hair and I heard him inhale me. He ran his nose down toward my ear and I swore I heard a small moan come from him. It turned me on and sounded so erotic. I felt the butterflies again and the tingle in between my legs. Dylan's hand caressed my back and suddenly I felt his finger tips graze the small amount of skin that was exposed between my tiny t-shirt and the top of my sweats. I leaned out from him keeping my arms around his neck and his didn't more his from my waist either. We stared at each other for a long moment. I wanted to kiss him but I was hoping he would lean in and make the first move.

Fuck it. I leaned in and brushed my lips slowly over his. The feeling of his soft lips consumed me. Our lips were barely touching, they weren't even moving against each other. It was as if we were both shocked and taken over by the feeling of our lips touching we didn't even deepen it. I felt Dylan's hands tighten around my waist and pulled me to him. I realized that I was still kneeling in front of him, I was in between his legs and I could feel his hard on against my stomach and the wetness in between my thighs. Holy shit I was kissing Dylan, well not really. There was no tongue or anything really. It was intense but it seemed like a long peck. He breathed into my mouth and pulled away slightly. I had my eyes closed and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I didn't know if his eyes were open or closed but I felt his forehead press against mine. His taste still lingering on my lips, his sweet breathe breathing into my face. He was delicious and I wanted him. I had never had feelings like this before, not the feelings I had for him but the physical ache to be with someone. I rubbed my legs tightly together, my body needed friction, it was odd but it made me tingle more.

"Bren…" he whispered like he wanted to say something. I opened my eyes as his forehead was still pressed against mine.

His eyes were closed after all, "Dylan…" I whispered back in hopes he would continue.

We both heard movement down the hall and just like that Dylan was pulling me off the ground and separating us. I stood there in another world, I didn't even care I was about to get caught with my brothers best friend in his room. I felt like the room was spinning. I continued to stare at him and Brandon came through the door.

"Dylan bro, I brought you a soda." he threw the can to Dylan and as Dylan took his eyes off me for a second he caught it.

"Hey Bren." Brandon acknowledged me and went and sat down on his bed as he opened his soda. I tore my eyes from Dylan and watched Brandon set down his soda and continue to glance through the text book he must have been studying before Kelly called.

"Well…I should get back to studying." I didn't even recognize my voice. It was shaky and high. Dylan sat back down on the desk chair and smirked at me. He must have noticed the voice change as well.

"Night Bren…Oh Dylan's sleeping over…so we have a ride to school tomorrow." He said without looking up.

All I could do was nod as I slowly backed toward the bathroom door. Holy shit I was horny as hell for this boy and he was going to be sleeping in the room attached to mine by a small connecting bathroom. I managed to make it to the door and as Dylan and I stared at each other I opened it but before I had pulled it wide enough I ran into it. I heard Dylan chuckle and without making eye contact again I rushed out of my brothers room before I could make a bigger fool out of myself. I flashed through the bathroom and into my room closing the door quickly. I pressed my back into it and closed my eyes as what had just happened flooded my mind.

Sweet baby Jesus, that boy is a sex god. I have never wanted to rip someone's clothes off as much as I wanted to his. He seemed cocky and confident and I acted like an idiot, stumbling over my words and barely able to walk. Ha Cocky, Dylan's cock…holy shit what was I doing; now I was thinking of Dylan's extremities.

I tried to lie down even though it was pretty early. All that I could think about was that half ass kiss that was so amazing. If a long peck was like that, how would a real kiss with him be? With tongue and our lips opening and closing in sync. I tossed to the other side. I pictured him running his fingers through my hair and roughly bringing his lips to mine. Leaning me against the wall and pressing his body against mine. I tossed again. His hands on my breast, kneading them, oh god sucking them. I tossed again, his fingers touching me, rubbing me. I roughly tossed again, then I pictured his dick in front of me, I fantasized about doing what Casey the whore did to him and my eyes literally flew open as I sat up quickly. Holy shit, he was in the next room, and I wanted him.

Fuck…My…Life.

*evil grins* haha Brenda is naughty in that head of hers. So what did you think? Did you know she wasn't going to remember? There are a lot of secrets these two are going to be keeping from the gang…that's the only hint I am going to give you in this story. Any guesses? What's going to happen next? Want to hear Dylan's POV about this half kiss we'll call it? Do you remember the first time you felt this way about someone? Share it if you don't have a lot to say with a review.