(Harriet's POV)
About two weeks passed by and absolutely nothing could bring me down. Harley was back in school and I was allowed to sit with her through her detentions, passing notes to each other. Deuce had broken up with his old girlfriend to be with me. I still couldn't tell if that was harsh or sweet, was it? Clawd's relationship with my sister faltered just slightly when he saw only a second of her real temper but he loved her nonetheless. It all was starting to go right, like the ending of a fairy tale…until now.
It was mine and Harley's 17th birthday. She wanted a huge party but I was still having inhibitions about it. What if it got out of control? Who would clean up after them? Still, Harley convinced me to have a party.
Around 7:30 was when they started arriving, presents and dates with them as they entered our home. It wasn't until 8:00 that things started to kick up. Monsters were playing on the game stations, talking, or using our bedrooms. Deuce walked in, a small box with a green ribbon in hand.
"Happy Birthday, babe" he smiled as he kissed me on the lips.
I don't know why but I couldn't pull away from him. Another thing I didn't know was why the punch bowl tasted a little funny. Hungrily, I kissed back with my body pressing against his. At first, he was a little nervous about this but he didn't act the same way when we sneaked into the bathroom with another cup of the funny tasting punch.
In the morning, I woke up in the bathtub with the curtain pulled down over me. What happened last night? My head throbbed painfully as the rest of my body ached. As I slightly moved, I heard someone groan. Oh crap. It was then that I realized I was laying the bathtub with my head of Deuce's chest but the most shocking part was when I looked under the curtain. Our clothes were thrown all over the room and neither of us wore a thread of clothing under the curtain.
Last night, the punch was spiked. Last night, I drank the very same punch. Last night, Deuce came over…the rest is kinda obvious.
As quickly as I could, I rushed on my clothes and pretended to be sleeping on the couch when Harley woke up on the floor. Monsters from last night passed out everywhere; in our beds, on the floor and even the stairs. My sister stumbled towards me, her hands rubbing her temples.
"Harri, wake up" She croaked, gently shaking my shoulder.
"Hmm?" I pretended to have just woken up as I faced her.
Before she could say anything else, my eyes shot open and I raced into the kitchen. Gripping the edges of the trashcan, bile rocketed up my throat. The only thought that could process through my mind was 'I hope that was only because of the spiked punch.'
Sorry it's a little short. Is Harriet really just having a hangover or is she truly pregnant? How will Deuce react? How hard will Harley kick his ass now? Where was Clawd at the party? All questions will be revealed in the next chapter or the next one, or the next one, or the next one!