REGINA

God this party sucks.

I've had pedicures more exciting. The same guys getting on the same hoes. Ugh. It irritated me to my core. I needed some meaningless sex or something like a burger. Fuck. I was supposed to be watching my weight. Ever since I last wore my prada skin tight dress and I broke the zip I vowed to loose 3 pounds to everyone when really I aimed for a stone. There was no way I was going to end up like Dad and I was going to work for it unlike Mom, who just went under the knife everytime she felt down.

My phone beeped. Gretchen.

SHANE IS HERE WIV TAYLOR R. UGH. ALSO A JUST GOT HERE. KITCHEN. LUV YA XOXOXO

I headed to the kitchen. I didn't care about Shane. Forget him. At least Aaron was dumb enough to fall for anything I told him.

"Hey cutie!" I shouted across the kitchen.

Aaron turned around and gave me 'that' smile. It used to make butterflies dance in my stomach but now all I felt was hungry and bored. Nothing about him really excited me anymore. Nor any of the other guys that would probably be my personal bra 24/7 for free if I let them. They were all the same. Useless apart from for one thing.

"Urm, hey Gina" he said.

"Don't call me Gina, you know I hate it outside the bedroom"I flirted pressing my body against his.

I saw his pupils get bigger as he focused. I played with my neckalace to get his attention on my chest and I knew he was in the palm of my hands. It was too easy really. Boring. And I was too good at it for it to bring me any more pleasure than eating a doughnut. Fuck. Stop thinking about food.

I took his drink from him and downed it.

"Hey!-"he started, but I smirked and started making out with him so we were sharing it together. Euck I hate vodka I thought as my mind drifted to my last shopping trip and I was glad I didn't buy those shoes because some tart over in the corner was wearing them. I forgot my eyes weren't shut for a second but then carried on the act with more focus on making it look hot.

I pulled away and swished my hair and a guy with the tart dropped his drink over her. I laughed. People were so stupid.

"Hey baby, I wanna go get something to eat" he said

Great. I thought. I knew he wanted taco bell or something. For gods sake how was I supposed to get in the senior prom dress.

"Baby, you know I'm on a diet"I said, falsely overly offended. I feigned a sniff and started to storm off knowing he'd follow like a puppy.

In the hallway he was pawing at my hand.

"Gina, gina I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you. Please, I really am sorry"

I pretended to wipe my eyes. I sighed and shrugged, pouting. "Ok"

I knew the innocent girl act did it for him – it worked on all the guys.

Tenderly he lifted my chin and kissed me sweetly. I mean, you gotta hand it to the guy, he was a good boyfriend but so was the next guy.

"We can do what you want baby" he said

"Let's go get drunk then."I added mischeviously

"Your wish is my command", he bowed like a Prince and chauffeured me back into the kitchen and then poured me a glass of vodka and coke. "Mi'lady", I giggled properly.

I felt his dick bulge inside his jeans as we made out in a chair, all I had to do was pull his hair and bite his neck and he was mine. I wish he didn't just want me for my body. I mean, it was true, ok I was hot – but he barely knew anything about me. Not that I'd tell him – why let people know 'you' when they can just stab you in the back.

"Baby" he murmured into my ear. I was starting to feel drunk and I hated feeling out of control. I needed to focus my efforts so I didn't end up crying in my room like last party I drank this much. I steadied myself on his chest.

"Mhmm?"I moaned, fluttering my eyelashes.

"Wanna go somewhere private?", he winked

I smirked, "sure thing big boy. You go and get ready in the granny flat and I'll be up in a bit"

He jumped up and precariously placing his glass in front of his crotch he exited the room looking back to see me wave seductively.

Glen Coco always let me have the granny flat at his parties, I mean, we were childhood friends and I did give him, and I quote, "The best blowjob he'd ever had", for his 17th birthday. I needed to pee.

I downed the last of my vodka wincing at its aftertaste and exited the room locking eyes with a jock guy who stopped mid sentence to his friend in response and left his mouth in a little 'o'.

Ugh. Some chick was sitting next to the bathroom crying blocking my path. I decided to play it sweet- drunk people could turn on you, especially the girls.

"Hey sweetie, could you let me in the-" I stopped, shocked. As she'd look up, beneath the black tear-stained hair and makeup was no other than Janis Ian 'Dyke'.

"Oh my god"I laughed. "The dyke tried to dress up to impress the boys…or should I say the girls"

"Shutup Reginaayoursucha bitch. Nowonder no one likessyou. Whyaree you evenspeaki-hic- to mee iffI'VE GOT SUCHA A LESSSSSSSBIAN CRUSH ONYOU." He head lolled back and she smacked it on the wall and blacked out.

"Oh fuck". I mean, I fucking hated the bitch, but if I was gonna let her die choking on her own sick that was a new level.

I flipped out my phone and sent a text to Aaron , surprisingly, fumbling with the keys a little too much.

SRRY BBY FRIEND IS SIK N NEED 2 TKE CRE. ILL MAKEIT UP2 U. XOXO PRINECSS

Then proceeded to drag Janis to the spare room bathroom. Hah. Someone had drank most of the mini bar. Idiots for leaving it full really. Janis looked worse for wear and then I noticed the sick on her dress. Ew ewew ewewe I thought as I stuck her propped up in the shower. As if she'd remember anyway I thought as I took my own dress off. Versace was never in a million years going in a shower. Besides I looked better in underwear anyway. I was checking my ass out in the mirror and how it was looking a little too round these days and then I remembered Janis.

I turned the shower on and the cold water sprang her into consciousness.

"Thatwasnt my sick ow myhead"she muttured, then her eyes widened when she saw my state of undress. I was pretty sure you could see through my wet, white bra and knickers but whatever. Hah give the lesbian something to dream about.

"If you tell anyone I helped you, I'll make your life hell" I said jabbing her.

"as if it isn't already"she muttured and something about her honest demeanour due to her intoxication almost made me feel sorry for her.

"Its not coming off, you're gonna have to change."

She stumbled out of the shower onto the rug and started trying to pull her shoes off.

I washed my hair while I watched her struggle with a kind of admiration of her hilarious attempt and then stepped out.

Now she was trying to take off her dress and failing miserably.

Oh what does it hurt I thought. I strode over and began to pull the wet material that clung to her. Two perfect breasts sprung free and I felt some weird overcoming emotion I put down to jealousy that mine didn't hang like that.

She made no attempt to cover up and stood shivering slightly in only her knickers, well, boy boxer things that had skulls on them. Honestly you'd think she was 15 if she didn't have those amazing tits. I shook my head. Did I honestly just think that.