The Dare

Chapter six: Wednesday - Part 1

CeCe

"You done yet? Rocky asked, her eyes closed as I put eye shadow on her. "Not yet. Geez. So impatient." She sighed. "If you're taking this long to do my makeup, I'd better look sexy as fuck."

"You always do. Now shut up and let me finish." Rocky and I had been getting ready for Candy's party for at least two hours now. After school was over, we'd gotten the train to our apartments. As I sat in the train, I worried. I couldn't help it. "You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" Rocky asked me. I nodded. "Try not to,"She said softly. I ground my teeth together. "He's my - was my - boyfriend, Rocky. I can't just completely forget about him because you want me to."

"I'm not asking you to forget. Just to... not remember."

"Yeah. 'Cause there's such a difference between the two." Sarcasm, in case you hadn't guessed. "Look, CeCe. I'm sort of tired of your fucking moping and whining. I get it, you just broke up Gunther and you're bound to be depressed and shit, but holy fucking shitballs, woman, it's not the end of the world. You and I both know that, within aw week, he's gonna be begging for you to take him back. Or vica-versa. So calm the fuck down." And I did. I did calm the fuck down. Not completely, but enough to keep Rocky happy.

I was still freaking the fuck out. Mostly because I had this feeling that Gunther and I might really be done for good.

And I could not handle that shit while sober.

So that was my intention and basically, my reason for going to this party. To get shitfaced and just forget.

I know it's unhealthy and probably very stupid but, right now, I seriously don't give a shit.

"Um... CeCe?" Gah! Couldn't Rocky see I was having a painful flashback-moment here? "What?"

"Are you done? With my makeup?" I shrugged, suddenly losing interest. "Yeah, sure, whatever." She turned around to look in my bedroom mirror. "Sweet," She commented, nodding her approval. I smiled. "How do I look?" She made a face. "Meh."

I started to get a little worried.

"I'm kidding. Now lets go," She said. I nodded followed her into my living-room. Deuce was sitting there, on my laptop listening to Gangham Style on YouTube. I didn't even feel like yelling at him for being on my laptop without my permission. He looked up at us when we walked into the room, but mostly Rocky. "Wow," He muttered, shutting the laptop. "You look hot." He told her. Rocky blushed and giggled, and then Deuce stood up and took her hand, and then they started making out like the fucking love-struck teenagers they were.

It's not like I was jealous or anything.

Pshh, nope...

Okay, maybe a little.

Or a lot...

I just wanted my boyfriend back, okay?!

And then I started coughing sarcastically to interrupt their love-fest like the bitter old bitch I was. "Can we go now?"

"Deuce pulled away from Rocky and rolled his eyes. "Sure." Deuce was driving us because of the simple fact that his cousins had somehow managed to forge a Driving Licence and his parents were okay with this...

...Sometimes, I worry about him.

"And when she saw the necklace, she just looked so happy..." Ty sighed, looking ecstatic after telling me about how Tinka had reacted when he got her a - I kid you not - solid gold necklace for their second month anniversary.

Wow.

But the thing was, I really didn't give a shit about who gave who what for the whatever anniversary.

When we got to the damn party, me and Rocky danced for a while, and Deuce stood by the drinks table chatting to various randomers. I kept looking around, and Rocky noticed. "Stop looking for him, CeCe," She said. Well, yelled, actually, if you take the volume of the music into account.

The party itself was your typical club. Dark, filled with desperate guy, desperate girls, a huge punch bowl on the snacks table (obviously spiked), you know the sort.

And I really didn't care. I wanted to see Gunther, and, apparently, my desperation was so obvious that others were noticing. "I can't help it, Rocky," I murmured, peering over her shoulder at the entrance. She sighed, and, just then, the song changed. It was slow, and sweet, and it made me feel sick.

"This is for all you lurve-birds out there," The deejay announced, chuckling. He was definitely high or drunk or both. I saw Rocky eyeing Deuce over at the drinks table, and I sighed. "Go get him, Rocks. Go dance and be happy." She shook her head. "What? No. I'm dancing with you."

"Well, sorry, but I'm straight, and I'm pretty sure the stoner-" I hooked my thumb in the direction of the deejay -"Said lurve-birds." She sighed. "Are you sure?" I looked around and saw the entire crowd swaying to the beat of the song. Guys and girls dancing together, just being happy.

Just because I couldn't have that didn't mean Rocky couldn't. "I'm sure." I told her, trying to look reassuring. I ran off before she could see that I wasn't sure.

I sat down at a table, and that was when Ty came to sit beside me. "Where's Tinka?"

"She was sick, she couldn't come."

"Oh."

And somehow, we got to where we were now. Him telling me about Tinka's reaction to the solid gold shit he got he for their anniversary. And it was just making me sadder because Gunther and I would probably never have an anniversary again.

Our eleventh month would be in two weeks.

I am such an idiot. Why didn't I beg him to take me back when I had the chance? "CeCe? Are you listening?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, Ty, I'm listening." He didn't seem convinced. "What'd I just say?" I sighed. "Okay, fine, I wasn't listening." He nodded. "Gunther's here," He said. I looked around frantically.

I hadn't wanted to admit that getting to see Gunther was my reason for coming to this party. But it was. "Where?" He looked over at a dark area of the club. "There."

And there he was, as perfect as ever, of course.

Until I saw some bitch on his arm.

She was there, dressed like a slut, laughing an smiling and being all happy. And Gunther seemed equally happy too.

I got up and walked to the snacks table and grabbed a cup and poured some of the obviously spiked punch into it, ignoring Ty asking me where I was going.

Like I said, I could not handle this while sober.

Any guesses on what might happen next?

To Be Continued...