Elis POV

I walked into the cafeteria. It was Sunday night. We had a long weekend. Tonight, Clare and I were going to Ali's open-house party. Her parents went to New York City for the weekend for some Bollywood Film Festival. No parents meant no rules. This was gonna be good.

I got a text from Clare.

"Who are you getting alcohol from tonight?"

What the fuck? Clare drank?

I texted her back, "Sav and I are splitting a 30. You want me to get you something?"

I knew I shouldn't advocate my girlfriend getting drunk, but hey, there wasn't going to be any parents. The party was a gigantic sleepover. Who was I kidding? I knew how to get alcohol from anywhere. I had a fake ID, after all. Back at my old school, I was hardcore into drinking, smoking and partying every night. Since then, I've cut back, but I do enjoy my fair share of parties, and a nice cold beer every so often really hits the spot. Maybe a couple bong hits once a week or something, but I'm no longer a "partier" you could say.

"Passion Fruit Smirnoff? I'll pay you back, promise ;) " She said.

"This ones on me babygirl. Just make sure to thank me for it later :) "

"Babygirl? I'm not your infant!"

"We'll see about that one ;)"

I was so flirtatious when I was with her. Babygirl? I would never call anyone else that. But it was so true. She was my baby. I'm obsessed.

Clares POV

Ali and I were getting ready for the party. She convinced me to wear my new dress, a tight little number with a floral pattern and a built in belt. I had on 4 inch heels, to make me slightly over 5'4. It sucked being so short.

"Girl, you look hot! Eli's gonna freak!" Ali exclaimed.

"Whatever, Ali. Wanna take shots?"

"Saint Clare, what has gotten into you?"

To tell you the truth, I didn't know. Taking shots and getting drunk was so unlike me. But the old me was pretty much gone. I wanted to try out a new, rebellious, wild streak. And so far I loved it.

Eli's POV

I got to the party, and Clare was absolutely plastered.

"Hi babbbbbbbyyyyy" she came up to me. Baby definitely should not have that many syllables. She was messed up.

"Hi drunkey." I kissed her. Hard. Tonight was gonna be fun. I scanned the room. All eyes were on Clare. I knew why. She looked stunning. Her hair was straightened, she had a dangerously short dress on with 4 inch heels, but she was still as tiny as ever. She looked hot. I looked around again. Fitz was staring directly at us. Typing furiously into a blackberry. I flipped him off and kissed Clare again. I wouldn't let him get to me.

2 hours later, Clare was completely obliterated. I picked her up and brought her into Sav's room, our bedroom for the night. She immedietly got on top of me and proceeded to kiss me. I immedietly got excited, but knew I couldn't hook up with her in this state. It'd almost be like taking advantage.

Her breath tasted like vodka.

"Woah there. Don't you think you should lie down or something? You're wasted, Clare."

"I just want to kiss yo-"

She started puking. Great.