So Monday started out the same as every other Monday, I woke up with a screaming hangover, and had to wake up a passed out guy sleeping it off on my bed- naked. I think his name was Josh or something. I had sex with him last night, and I didn't regret it. Sure he wasn't that cute, but from what I remember, he was really good in bed.
Last night there was a party in one of the collage dorms, and despite the fact that I'm really unpopular in high school, the collage guys really like me. After he left, I started getting ready. I smoked a joint that I got last night, and drank some vodka straight out of the flask that I carry around, and proceeded to shower and put on makeup. Soon I was downstairs waiting for Dick to give me a ride. It's not that I can't drive, I even have my own car, I just don't like attempting to drive when I'm too fucked up to think straight. Dick knows this, and for him it's leverage to keep me in line.
When he walks downstairs he sees me and says "Nice noises last night Katie... I almost thought it was Kendall."
I just smirked.
"Guess you need me to give you a ride huh? You know they say that drugs and alcohol kill brain cells, and considering that you repeat the whole 'wake and bake' routine every day I'd say that you're losing quite a few brain cells"
"Even if I do this every day till I die, I'll always be smarter than you, Dick."
Dick just walked outside, me following, stumbling slightly, with the combo of the drugs and alcohol, along with my new stiletto heels. But I knew it was the shoes, I'm used to the drugs, and alcohol, I can even usually walk a straight line.
The car ride was quiet, me taking sips- or rather gulps from my flask, and Dick just driving. We both knew that I was fucked up, but neither of us admitted it. Dick finally spoke about five minutes away from school. "Can I have a sip of that?"
I passed him the flask, no questions asked, I didn't need to, I knew that Dick didn't like getting out of the same car as me when we went places, usually there was someone waiting and calling me a slut or something, and he hated it, not that I was being called a slut, but that I was being called a slut when he was there. He poured the vodka down his throat, following it with a piece of my cinnamon gum, both of us knew how to clean up and act proper when we were supposed to.
When we arrived at school, we got out of the car, sure enough his friends were there to greet him. "Dick! Dude, what's up? That was an awesome party on Saturday dude."
I walked through the group, trying to slip through unnoticed, but his friend, Logan had to comment. "Hey Dick, who knew that your sister would actually show up today, I mean it sounded like she was having a good time at home last night."
Of course Logan was at our house last night, he pretty much always was these days, between being friends with Dick and banging Kendall. I did the only thing someone in my position would at that point, I turned around and in an almost sweet voice laced with bitchiness, I spoke "Logan. . . . I almost didn't recognize you, usually when I see you, I see you running from Big Dick, and pulling on your pants, I mean, after all Big Dick would be pretty pissed if he found out that Kendall was banging some teenage boy with a four-incher."
I walked away, managing to not stumble, smiling while his friends laughed at him.
Lunch couldn't come any faster, everything had worn off by that point, so I walked up to Dick and asked for his keys.
"Why? Where are you going?"
"None of your fucking business, but since you're being soo nice, I'm going home for lunch."
Dick handed over the keys after telling me that if I crash his car I'm dead. Like I actually would drive his car back, I figured that if I'm too fucked up, the least I could do is drive my own car.
When I got back to school, I went through classes in a haze, and by the end of the day, it wasn't much better. Dick came up to me and asked for his keys, then seeing the glazed look in my eyes, he asked if I drove his car. I told him that I didn't, but he had to drive us home in my car.
It wasn't the first time that Dick had driven my car, he was the only person besides myself that I allowed to drive my '67 Mercury, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't the last time he would.
The drive home was almost exactly like the one to school, same route, same conversation- none. When we got home neither of us spoke, Dick wasn't really that stupid, well he was- academically, but when it came to people, he was dead-on.
That night, Kendall didn't come home, Cassidy did, but the only time we saw him was when I announced that supper was ready. I may be fucked up, but when I cook supper, I feel like maybe I'm not such a screw-up after all. They both hate tofu, but I'm a vegetarian, and I'm not going to cook meat, but they both like the meal. . . . even if they complain.
When I went to bed at ten, I tried to get a couple of hour's sleep before the inevitable happened.
Sure enough at midnight, when my dad got home, he started nudging me to wake up, as he took off his suit. Luckily I had smoked a lot of pot before I went to bed, I don't remember much.