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7
I've been around for a long, long year
Stole many a man's soul to waste
Everyone in the car was drunk with the exception of the driver - Soda. Everyone was drunk, including me. And everyone was singing. The radio was cranked so loud, I could barely hear myself singing, but I knew I was.
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
The Rolling Stones - everyone like 'em.
I screamed the lyrics along with everyone else until the song was over. Everyone laughed loudly, hitting one another. Evie, practically in Steve's lap, along with Soda in the front, yelled, "What do we want?"
"The Big Bar!" everyone yelled back.
"When do we want it?"
"Now!" All of us screamed it at Soda.
Soda laughed, pressing down on the pedal harder. It was getting dark outside and if I had been sober, I would've yelled for him to slow down. But I was too busy dancing in my seat between Two-bit and Danny.
"Alright, what's up next?" Danny said.
The radio was static and then the sound of bass come through the car. My Girl by The Temptations.
Evie screamed, throwing her arms around Steve. "It's our song!" She kissed him and they kissed through basically the whole song.
Two-bit threw his arm around me, interesting smile on his face. He was the most wasted of us all. He put his hand on the side of my face. "I got sunshine on a cloudy day."
I laughed, curling forward, my nose and forehead touching his. I leaned back, dramatically mouthing the lyrics. "When it's cold outside I've got the month of may."
Two-bit leaned back and scream-sang, "I guess you'd say, what can make me feel this way!?" He looked at me, going quiet. "My girl."
I smiled. "Talkin' 'bout my girl." I turned toward Danny, seeing his eyes closed, his head back, smile on his face. "You okay, little brother?"
Danny's eyes opened and he smiled. "Just thinkin' about a girl."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "You're disgusting."
"Me?" Danny pointed to me and then to Evie. "You guys are makin' out, am I supposed to make out with Soda over there?"
Soda's hand reached back. "Come here, baby!"
I laughed loudly, sinking in my seat.
We drank more when we got to The Big Bar. It was two hours from town and a completely different world from downtown Tulsa. The bar was much bigger. And Evie's cousin was much happier to give us free beer than Buck was.
The bar was bigger, the music was better, the light was normal, not red. The vibes were different, and though it was incredible, it wasn't Buck's. Either way, all of us got much too drunk and started dancing.
I was sitting at the bar, getting the last of my drink down my throat when Two-bit grabbed my hand and spun me around, pulling me toward where everyone was dancing.
I shook my head quickly. "No, no, I - I don't - I can't -"
Two-bit laughed, holding my hand and yanking me.. "Jesus, Deb, it's just dancing."
"I don't dance," I said to him.
"I'll show ya."
The Beatles started to play. Twist and Shout, to be exact.
Two-bit pulled me close to him, his hand very low on my back, the other on my hip. "Alright." He pushed against my hips as his moved also. My hips went forward as his went back, but they somehow still touched.
Our breathes were mixed together and our noses rubbed against one another. Dancing was so intimate.
When his hand slid down to my behind, I pushed against his chest. "Two-bit."
He just chuckled, grabbing me again and turning me around. He wrapped his arms around me as he pulled me against is chest. "Come on, baby. Have a little fun." He grabbed my arms and pulled them so that they were up in the air, his hands sliding to my hands and encouraging them to lock behind his neck. "Keep those hips moving," he whispered into my ear, one hand over my ribs and the other on my hip again. His hips would go back and mine would follow, both of our hips doing small circles.
It felt good. I could feel Two-bit's body and it felt good.
I sighed, keeping my hands locked behind his neck. I turned my head, our lips nearly touching.
Two-bit pushed me away gently, showing me his own dance moves, which were very, very bad. He was doing it on purpose and it was making me laugh.
I wanted to badly not to like Two-bit, but he was making it so hard.
I was starting to sweat. I made my way to the door, letting it slam behind me. I walked towards Soda's car and I sat on the the hood. I breathed out, looking up at the stars. I heard the door close and soon enough, Two-bit was sitting beside me.
"How you doin', baby?"
"I'm good."
"Good," Two-bit drawled.
I laughed, leaning back and laying down on the hard windshield of the shitty car. "What a good night."
The stars were beautiful and it was quiet outside. We could still hear the loud music inside, but no one was outside of the car, screaming or yelling or anything. There were no cars on the street in front of us, or people walking around. We were kind of in the middle of nowhere, to be fair.
Two-bit laughed in a goofy way, proving to me that he was absolutely smashed. "Yeah." He glanced at me and then looked up at the sky. "You ever think about us together?"
I laughed to hide my already burning embarrassment. "No."
Yes, of course I had. There was a moment in my life where all I thought about was Two-bit and I together. But I was with Scott.
"Remember when we kissed?"
I looked at him. He was so handsome. "Yeah." I smiled, remembering the moment and how much I had liked it, but also how much it had hurt me. "Yeah, I remember."
Two-bit's face turned toward me. He looked me in my eyes with his drunk ones. "Did you like it?"
I chuckled lightly. "Two-bit, come on."
"I did."
I stopped laughing, looking at his serious face. Both of us leaned forward slowly and Two-bit's lips were on mine. I took a deep breath through my nose, detaching to breathe out through my mouth. "Two-bit, we shouldn't -"
He kissed me again, his hand grabbing the side of my face and holding me there. Our lips fit together, moving feverishly. His arm came around me and pulled me onto his lap. There I was, knees on either side of Two-bit's hips, my arms around his neck, fingers through his hair, Two-bit's hands on my back and butt, gripping each one fairly.
Two-bit was kissing me with more passion and feeling than Scott had ever kissed me with. And I was reciprocating.
His tongue touched my lips and I opened my mouth slightly wider. He squeezed my backside with both of his hands, pushing me onto his body. He groaned loudly, starting to push me off of him. "Get in the car."
I stood and crawled into the back seat backwards, Two-bit crawling in in front of me. His lips attached to mine again before we were fully inside and we moved around awkwardly until the car door closed and we were in a comfortable position.
Two-bit reached for my shirt and I wasn't pushing his hands away. After he pulled it over my head, his hands landed on my chest as his wet lips touched my neck.
Our lower halves were rubbing against each other and I was out of breath. I was getting worked up. I couldn't form a thought in my brain and I was hot and sweaty and excited and turned on.
I moaned, only noticing then how dry my throat was.
Two-bit was moving so fast. He was already unbuttoning my jeans, but he couldn't get them down with just hand. But he could stick that one hand into my jeans, over my underwear.
I gripped his arms, closing my eyes.
Then there was a knock on the window. I gasped at sat up, looking at one of the bartenders and listening to his muffle words through the glass.
"I'm not tryin' to ruin your night, but you guys gotta park somewhere else if you wanna do that."
Two-bit, breathing heavily, gave the guy a nod. He looked down at me. "Let's go somewhere else then."
I, also breathing heavily, looked at him in shock. "I'm with Scott."
Two-bit glanced over my face. "Oh, shit."
"I'm with Scott," I repeated, grabbing my shirt. "And you knew that. I knew that." I started to panic. "Oh, god." I started to feel sick. "Oh, no."
"Debbie -"
I looked at him in my panicked state. "We have to pretend this never happened!"
He grabbed my shoulders and nodded. I didn't know what he was thinking, but he seemed pretty focused on making sure I wouldn't freak out. "Okay, okay. Everything's gonna be fine, baby."
I could feel the breaths start to return to me. "Scott can't know. No one can know. This never happened!"
Two-bit nodded again, helping me sit up. "Okay." He turned my shirt the right side out and handed it to me. "This never happened." He looked at me with less intensity, smiling a little and shrugging. "We're both drunk. We don't know what we're doing."
"Right." I nodded, feeling a little better. But just a little. "So, let's just pretend it never happened."
"Okay."
"Okay."
We stared at each other for a couple seconds and then we both exited the car on opposite sides. We went back into the bar and pretended it never happened. It was easier than I thought, but my head still hurt.
I felt like half a person. The inside of me was dead. That was what being hungover felt like.
I was sleeping before I was being shaken awake. My eyes opened slowly, seeing Soda in front of me. "What?"
Soda smiled lightly. "You're home."
I rubbed my eyes, sitting up fully and looking at my blue house. "Oh, no." I groaned, leaning over the seat and tapping Danny, who was tucked up against the window, due to Two-bit taking up the entire seat. "Danny."
He stirred slightly, mean look on his face. "Mm."
I pinched his leg. "We're home."
Danny sighed, eyes still closed as he opened the door. He practically fell out, I could see his feet on top of the seat, the rest of his body on the ground. "Ow."
I chuckled, moving to tap Two-bit's leg. "Two."
"Hm?" His face was stuffed into the ripped seat of Soda's car.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Mm."
I smiled, facing Soda again. I slid across the seat and hugged him. "Thanks for this, Soda. I needed this."
Soda hugged me back tightly. "You're welcome, Deb." He patted my back and pushed my lightly. "Now get that slug out of my car."
I laughed, getting out of the car and walking around to where Danny was. I just barely picked him up with the little strength I had. "Jesus Christ, give me the strength the get my brother into the house."
Danny laughed, starting to walk on his own. "You're so much cooler than you were a couple months ago, Deb."
"Well, thank you," I said, patting his back. We walked into the house and I watched Danny barely make it down the hallway. Thank God our mother was already at work.
I walked into the kitchen, ready to fix myself a cup of coffee. When the phone rang, I cringed, picking it up quickly. I put it down on the table, gathering my thoughts for a second and then lifting the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Shit, Debbie, I've called you at least four times!"
I pulled the phone away from me ear, waiting until he was done yelling. I put the phone back to my ear when it was silent. "I'm sorry, Scott, I was out - asleep." I cringed. "I was asleep."
"Well, we're going out tonight."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Okay? Uh, when?"
"Tonight. 6. We'll go to dinner and then a movie."
"Okay."
"Bye, babe."
"Bye." I hung up the phone slowly, leaning down and placing my elbows on the table. I put my face in my hands, eyes closed and I sighed heavily. I could've fallen asleep right there and then.
I would shower, take a long nap, wake up before my mother got home, and then go out with Scott.
And that was exactly what I did.
We went out for dinner, talking completely and only about him. And then we went to a movie, where we didn't talk at all - which I was very thankful for. And then Scott did that thing he always did; he took me to a secluded place, where things quickly escalated to something I didn't want.
We were laying in the backseat of his car, his sweaty and eager body on top of mine, lips wet, eyes closed.
I pushed his hand away from my upper leg. "Scott..."
He groaned into my neck, lifting his head and looking me in the eyes. "Come on, Debbie. You pull me into the backseat of the car and then you push me away when I go for your skirt. What's your deal?"
My brows furrowed and I started to feel sick. "I'm not ready for this."
His expression didn't change, but the look in his eyes was so different from anything I had ever seen from him. "It doesn't matter what you want," he said in a low voice. "Do you know how much money I've spent on you? It's time for you to pay me back." His pushed my hand away from the zipper at the side of my skirt and zipped it down so hard and so fast I thought he was going to rip it.
I pushed against his chest, feeling the flip in my stomach and the tickle at the back of my throat like I was going to be sick. "Please don't."
He didn't hear me as he continued to yank down my skirt with just one hand, the other holding onto my right shoulder, his elbow pressing against my left one. He was holding me down and taking off my clothes at the same time.
What talent.
I started to panic. "Scott!"
"What?" He looked at me, crazed and angered.
I reached down for my skirt. "I told you I wasn't ready for this."
He stopped my skirt at my knees and held it there. "You're playing mind games with me, Debbie."
My eyes started to water and I felt my throat turn dry. "Can you take me home, please?" A tear fell down my cheek and I couldn't hold back the sob that surfaced as I pled again. "Please."
Scott watched me with indifferent eyes and then he got up of his knees and pulled my skirt up to my waist. "Yeah, I'll take you home."
I nodded, zipping it up the quickest I ever had and getting out of the car. I got into the front seat and did up my seatbelt as he started the car. I fixed my sweater and hair as he pulled off and I didn't say anything for the entire ride. Neither did he.
When I got home, I got out of the car and ran into the house, closing the door and pressing my forehead against it. I put my hand over my mouth to keep quiet as I let myself cry. I used my hands to cover my mouth and my nose as I slid to the ground.
I was just so exhausted. All that panic and worry tired me out. I needed to sleep. I need to shower first, and then I would sleep.
"Debbie?"
I gasped, standing quickly and wiping my eyes. The lights stunned my eyes and I pretended not to be affected. "Yeah?"
Danny's eyes were full of concern as he took a step forward. "What happened?"
I shook my head and offered up a smile. "Nothing."
Danny sighed, his shoulders slumping. He walked close enough to grab my shoulders. "Deb, if Scott is hurting you in anyway -"
"He's not," I said quickly.
"But if he was -" Danny said just as fast. "You could tell me, you know."
I scoffed, shaking him off of me. "I'm older than you. I should be giving you advice and promising to be there for you, not the other way around."
Danny's jaw turned and there was no more sympathy from him. "What the hell am I supposed to do when you come home cryin'?"
"Keep your voice down," I said to him, pointing. "Mom's in bed."
Danny shook his head, staring at me as if I had grown a third arm. "Jesus, Deb, have you ever let yourself feel bad for you? Scott did god knows what to you and all you care about is waking up mom?"
"It doesn't matter what Scott did," I insisted, turning toward the hallway and tried to make my way to my bedroom. "It's done now."
"What's done?" Danny questioned, standing in front of my door.
I looked him in the eyes. "Nothing happened, Danny. Let's leave it, okay?"
He didn't move out of the way. "I don't like that guy."
"I know."
"He's a bad guy, Deb."
"Okay, Danny."
"You should just drop him."
I glared. "I'm tired, Danny, and I just want to sleep. Please, will you get out of my way?"
He sighed, moving away from my bedroom door. He walked further down the hallway to go to him room, looking defeated. "Goodnight."
