The Dare

Chapter six: Wednesday - Part 2

CeCe

I recognized the bitch as Candy Cho.

Pshh. More like Candy Hoe.

No, seriously. She was practically drooling all over him, and he was just smiling and letting her. I knew we were over now, but couldn't he at least wait a full 48 hours before showing visible signs of forgetting all about me.

Fuck. I could feel the tears coming.

I had to get myself together. I grabbed a glass of the punch that had been put out, just to find that it had been spiked as usual. Good. Maybe I'd get shit faced and make my life so much better. I downed it quickly and reached for another. I never drank. One glass of punch should put me on my ass. Two would be even better. As I tipped that one down, I felt someone at my shoulder and a hand touched my waist. I inhaled and whipped around. Gunther? No, it was Deuce. I felt the air slowly rush out of me and I knocked down a third glass of punch, toasting silently to my disappointment.

"Hey, CeCe! You look fab-u-LOUS, girl!" he leered down my neckline and waggled his eyebrows like a goofball. "Are you trying to make Gunther insane?" he grinned as he pushed my shoulder. I knew he was only kidding. He was obviously sent my Rocky to cheer me up and give me some male attention.

"I think Gunther is otherwise occupied, Deuce," I smiled weakly. Please don't let me humiliate myself in front of all these people; I silently prayed to anyone who might be listening from above. Any embarrassing deed of mine would be definitely recorded and turned into a YouTube video. I downed another glass of punch, not really giving a shit for now. With some false courage, I would be able to fake happiness through this horrible night.

"Well, Hell's CeCe, if he's not looking, let's take advantage and wrap around each other on the dance floor," he snickered as he dragged me to the floor. I smiled and let him pull me along.

The last glass of punch I'd gulped was giving me a nice, numb feeling. Deuce was a good dancer and thanks to his ability to think fast in tight situations, he was able to haul me around without being knocked over by my lack of dancing skills at this present moment in time. The alcohol helped relax me, and I was able to lean into Deuce, closing my eyes and pretending that it was my Gunther's arms that were guiding me. Gunther told me once that Deuce had a little crush on me when we were, like, seven. I couldn't even wonder if he still liked me, because of the way he looked at Rocky. Like she was his everything. The way Gunther used to look at me. He snuggled me closer, and as he did, I realized that he didn't smell right, that he didn't smell like my Gunther. I sighed against his chest.

Suddenly, Deuce tensed. "Uh, CeCe, I don't think Gunther is all that occupied." I heard him gulp loudly. "Actually," he stuttered, sounding a little worried, "I think he's going to come over here and de-nut me." I scoffed. Like Gunther cared what I did or who I did it with.

"He's with Candy," I mumbled into his shoulder. The four glasses of punch had taken immediate effect and I knew I wouldn't be able to turn and look at them. I couldn't deal with seeing Gunther happy with somebody other than me.

"Look CeCe, he's going to rip my head off if we keep dancing. What do you say we just go back and get something to drink," he dug me out of his shoulder and shepherded me back to the refreshment table.

Drink? Another drink? What a good idea; it sounded like it was just what I needed. Deuce pushed another glass in my hand and took a step away from me. He was staring over his shoulder and seemed very concerned with what was there.

I owlishly glanced that way too and saw Gunther staring at Deuce, basically trying to kill him without actually touching him. I smiled at Gunther and gave him a little wave. He was so sweet, all worried about me, I thought as my eyes tried to focus on his precious face. But... wait. Wasn't I mad at him for something? I tried to make my brain work through the alcohol-induced haze... Nah, it wasn't happening. Actually, he didn't look all that sweet at present. His face was all tensed up and his nostrils were flaring. I saw that bimbo, Candy, tugging on his arm, trying to get his attention. No, she wasn't a bimbo; I reminded myself as I shook my head. She was a nice girl, bitchy at times, sure, but an ok chick. And pretty, too. I wanted to rip all of her pretty brown hair out, and we'd see how cute she was then.

"Let's just sit you down over here, CeCe, by these nice girls," Deuce pushed me a little frantically towards a quiet group of single girls. He shoved me into a seat. "Here you go, CeCe. Need anything? No? Well, I see someone I really need to talk to…gotta go!" He was gone in a flash.

I looked around, a little confused. A minute ago, I was comfortably into my Gunther fantasy, dancing against Deuce's chest. In a matter of seconds, I'd had a drink shoved in my hands, a chair shoved under my ass and Deuce had fucking disappeared like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were after him. I snickered at the thought as I tried to focus on the crowd to see where he'd gone. My eyes fell to my hands. Oh, a cup! What goes in a cup? A drink! What a good idea! Let's have another one! Mmm. I loved this punch. Maybe, I should have some more. How did I live without it before now?

Before I could stagger to my feet, two black shoes appeared before me. I looked up slowly, dragging in my breath. About a foot too soon, my eyes took in the face of one of my classmates, Frankie Graves. Not Gunther, Frankie. The air left my chest again. Fuck, this night was full of disappointments.

"Hey, CeCe, want to dance?" he inquired, smiling pleasantly. It was a nice smile. It just wasn't my smile. My smile was being given to that bitch, Candy. No, she wasn't a bitch. She just needed to get her ass away from my Gunther. She didn't deserve a Gunther smile. Gunther's smiles were too nice for her.

"Shuuure, Frankie!" I wasn't slurring yet, I noticed with pride. But the punch was making short work of any inhibitions I might have had. "I'd love to dance.

"Great. I heard there's be lots of pretty girls at this party. Only seen one so far," I thought this was very nice and patted the arm reaching around my hips. The arm wasn't long enough; it wasn't warm enough. It was the wrong arm. Another wrong arm came around my other side and I was crushed into another chest. This chest wasn't right, either. It was even worse than Deuce's because at least Deuce's chest was sort of the right type o f smell and was almost the right height. I sighed. One of the arms came up and a hand touched my hair. That was nice. Gunther touched my hair all the time. This hand wasn't doing it quite right, but it was good enough for my purposes. I closed my eyes and pretended it was his hand stroking my hair. I could go with this.

I liked it. I liked it a lot.

"I'm so glad to get you to myself, CeCe," a wrong voice whispered into my ear. I looked up confused. Oh, yeah, Frankie. I wished he'd shut up. He was messing up my hair fantasy. "It's good to see you away from Hessenheffer, for once," he was blabbing again. If he kept running his mouth, I couldn't pretend he was Gunther.

For fucks sake, shut up, Frankie!

"He's with Candy," I frowned. I didn't need the reminder. Just get back to the hair thing, Frankie, I thought irritably. He did. I smiled and turned into his chest. That was better. My blood warmed with the punch I'd consumed. Mmm, Gunther was running one hand up my back and digging into my hair. His sweet mouth was licking my ear and skating down my neck. His smell was off, probably because he'd been around that bitch, Candy, sweet, precious Candy. I was going to kick her ass in civics class. Gunther was rubbing against me. I could feel his erection in my stomach. His lips were trailing my cheek and had just touched my lips when suddenly, Gunther was jerked away from me. I started to stagger but was saved when I was pulled behind a huge muscular body. Gunther? Huh? Wasn't I dancing with Gunther? Oh yeeeahhh, I was pretending Frankie was Gunther. Right. I giggled. I was smaaart.

A furious voice bit out, "What in the fuck do you think you're doing, Graves?" Somehow, Frankie Graves had intruded into my Gunther fantasy. A hand, Gunther's hand was wrapped around my waist. I looked up to see Gunther had his other hand thrust into the neck of a very startled Frankie Graves. Gunther was shoving him against a wall, dragging me along behind.

"I am going to rip off your dick and shove it down your throat, you piece of shit," Gunther's menacing voice growled into Frankie's ear. "Don't you ever lay a finger on her again."

I stumbled against Gunther. "Heeeey, Gunther!" I crowed. "You're with Candy," I nodded wisely.

Gunther turned to look at me and suddenly his face took on a horrified expression. "CeCe, you are drunk off your ass," he whispered savagely to me.

"Oh, no, I'm drunk on my feet, Gunthery," I giggled. I was very pleased I'd stayed upright the whole night. "I haven't fallen down once," I announced proudly.

Gunther turned his basilisk like stare on Frankie once again and bounced his head against the wall. "What kind of low life fuck are you, getting her drunk and putting moves on her?"

Something terrible seemed to click in Gunther's brain. His head whipped around to stare at me. A subtle change came over his face. It took on a feral quality I'd never seen before. Kinda like a serial turned back to Frankie and literally slid Frankie up the wall a foot so he could stare straight into his eyes, making Frankie's body dangle like a puppet's. Whoaaa. Gunther was strong. Gunther's lips curled back from his teeth. He shoved his face into Frankie's and I watched as his eyes narrowed. He slowly and carefully turned his head as if he was positioning himself at just the right angle to rip out Frankie's throat.

"Did you put something in her drink?" his voice dropped to a slow, vicious whisper. The menacing sound of Gunther's voice and his primal stance made my hair stand on end. Frankie's face had an expression of frozen horror. I tried to get Gunther's attention but he was fixated on Frankie with the intensity of a predator before it struck its prey. Frankie gasped frantically as Gunther's fingers tightened. Gunther leaned in closer to Frankie's throat, almost touching it. The low, intense whisper continued. "I am going to tear off your head and piss down your throat, you fucking-"

"Hey, Gunther, we got it from here, bro." The anxious voices of Ty, Deuce, Rocky and Tinka surrounded us as the guys rushed up on either side of Frankie. They gave Gunther reassuring looks as they tried to pry his hand off Frankie's throat. I could see Frankie's face was turning a strange shade of purple and his eyes were starting to bug out in a peculiar manner. Now that help had arrived, I relaxed. I looked at Frankie. He really looked very funny, dangling there. I started to giggle - loudly.

"Gunther, man, Gunther! You got to let the son of a bitch go. You're going to kill him!" The guys couldn't peel Gunther's iron fingers back from Frankie's throat. "Gunther, you can't rip his head off in public, dude." This struck me as funny, too.

"Take care of CeCe. We'll take care of this guy. He won't bother her again. Ever. Will you?" They glared at Frankie who was making hysterical wheezing noises. He tried to shake his head against Gunther's vice like grip.

"You're gonna crush the asshole's windpipe, man. CeCe needs you, Gunther. You have gotta get her out of here." Deuce pleaded with him.

Frankie looked so funny, like he was going to shit his pants or pop his eyes out. I couldn't tell which first. I laughed uproariously as I weaved furiously about, anchored by Gunther's clasp on my waist.

Gunther glanced at me and finally relented his hold on Frankie's neck. Frankie crumpled to the floor and his breath rasped heavily in his throat. He looked about frantically for an escape but found none as Ty, Deuce and Rocky surrounded him. His face went from purple to white in record time, with dark red swelling already showing on his neck. He looked up at Gunther like Wile E. Coyote waiting for the anvil to fall on his head. By this time, I had deteriorated into snorting gales of laughter.

Gunther turned me into him and seemed to be sniffing me cautiously. I started dancing in his arms, singing along with the music. This was a great song. I loved dancing. I was a great dancer and an even better singer. Right? Well I thought I was, anyway. Gunther and Deuce seemed to be arguing over something. Who cared? I was having a wonderful time. Candy Cho was nowhere to be seen. Maybe she got hit by a bus. Hopefully a big bus.

Suddenly, I was swung around and Gunther strode out of the room, half carrying, and half dragging me behind him. He slammed open the closest exit door and dropped me on a bench just outside the building.

"Just what in the holy fuck do you think you are doing, CeCe?" Gunther snarled in my ear. I smiled beatifically at him.

"Hey Gunther, I loooved my head rubbing. Would you do it again?" I tried to burrow my head under his tense arm.

"Again? CeCe, I haven't touched you all night. That was Frankie Graves who had his hands all over you. And that's not the only thing he was rubbing against you!" Gunther seemed to be about to blow a gasket. "Did he give you a drink?"

"It's okay, Gunther. I kept pretending he was you. It worked out just fine as long as he kept his mouth shut." I grinned at him so he would see everything was all right.

"It certainly is not OKAY, CeCe! You were practically dry humping every guy you came in contact with!" He was not calming down. He seemed to be working himself up into an even more ferocious temper. "Did that son of a bitch give you a drink?"

I looped my arms around his neck as he was bending down with his face just inches from mine.

"Awww, don't fuss at me Gunther. You don't lurve me anymore, remember? No, he didn't give me a drink. I did it all on my own. And I didn't hump anybody. I danced with Deuce 'cause he was warm and he smells okay and he reminded me of you and I just pretended Frankie was you rubbing me. That's okay, isn't it? You were with her, you know. You're not mad at me, are you?" I stared into his beautiful eyes. I could feel tears pooling in mine. I couldn't stand for Gunther to be mad at me at any time, but especially not tonight.

He looked stricken at my expression. "No, honey, I'm not mad-" he started to say and then interrupted himself. "Hell, yeah, I'm mad, CeCe. I don't care what you were pretending. I can tell you what was happening: and one thing that wasn't happening. You were NOT rubbing yourself against me! Graves was all over you at that miserable party and you let it happen! And you were drinking yourself into oblivion!" He was seething.

I stared up at his angry face and promptly burst into noisy tears. Gunther instantly sat beside me and scooped me onto his lap. I sobbed into his sweet neck. He stroked my back soothingly.

"It's all right, sweetheart. It's all right. Don't cry now. I'm not mad anymore. I just don't understand. What's gotten into you?"

He was holding me close and rubbing my back in small circles. I shuddered and sniffed noisily. I leaned back so I could look him in the eye. "You were with Candy," I howled accusingly. I instantly felt the tears start again and I collapsed back into his chest, clutching his neck like it was a lifeline.

"Honey, I was just talking to her. I wasn't groping her or kissing her neck or humping her or even dancing with her."

"No," I sobbed, inconsolable. "She's too nice for that. She's so nice. I'm so ha-ha-hap-ahappy for you, Gunther," I cried, clutching him as close as I could.

"You don't look too happy, CeCe. Now, tell me what's the matter, sweetheart. You know you can tell me anything," he was stroking my hair and nuzzling my cheek.

"Oh, Gunther, I'm such a stupid shit," I wailed, tears flowing.

"You are not a stupid shit, CeCe. You just drank too much and acted like a stupid shit tonight. Now, what's going on?"

"I can't tell you," I hiccuped "It's just too hu-humiliating!" I couldn't look him in the eye; much less tell him what an idiot I'd been. I leaned my nose into Gunther's neck. I loved to smell my Gunther. His nice smell mixed invitingly with the clean linen of his shirt. He looked so handsome tonight in his beautiful shirt and jeans.

"You smell so good, Gunther. Have I ever told you how good you smell?" I rubbed my nose against his neck and then traced a line from his collar to his ear with my tongue. My inhibitions were all long gone. "Mmmm, you taste good too, Gunther." I'd wanted to taste him for months. I bit his earlobe and swirled my tongue along the outer edge of his ear.

It finally struck me that Gunther had suddenly tensed up and was no longer stroking me. He probably wanted to dump my drunken ass on the ground and go get perfect, sweet Candy.

"CeCe, honey, stop. You can't be doing that kind of stuff in your condition. I can't take it. Now, let's get your things and I'll take you home."

"I don't want to go home, Gunther. I want to be with you," I snuggled in his chest, happy again I'd gotten him away from that home wrecker, Candy. "Don't you want to be with me, Gunther?" I ran my hand up his throat and turned his face till we touched noses.

He closed his eyes and groaned. His head fell forward into my neck and I could feel his nose slide up my neck to my jaw. Mmmm, felt soooo good. My hands encased his huge shoulders. I reached around and ran my fingers up the back of his neck and into his silky hair.

"CeCe, please, you don't know what you're doing," he moaned. "Now, keep your hands to yourself and let's get out of here."

"I know exactly what I'm doing, Gunther," I whispered in his ear. "I'm seducing you," I giggled. "How do you think it's going?" I nudged my nose into the crook of his neck, and started tracing patterns with the tip of my tongue.

"Alright, that's it," Gunther snapped and stood up abruptly. He held me in his arms and I wormed into his chest.

"CeCe, keep your hands to yourself, now, I mean it!" he growled as he started moving towards the door.

I caressed his neck. I wanted it back. I started to whine. "But Gunther, it feels lonely. It didn't get-" My arms were suddenly grabbed in one huge hand and brought down to my waist.

"CeCe, I'm telling you right now, you have driven me over the edge." he hissed viciously in my ear. "I can't take any more and unless you want me to pile drive you against the side of this godforsaken club, you are going to keep your goddamn hands and mouth to your goddamn self. Now, do I need to be any more fucking clear?"

"Okay," I giggled. "That looks like a good place over there," I pointed to a columned area behind the club.

Gunther stared at my face in shock and then clenched his eyes closed and lowered his head. "Christ almighty," he gasped. "Please, CeCe, please, no more. For me, honey, please just sit quietly and don't say another word. Please!"

"Do you want her, Gunther? Do you not want me any more? Did you love her?" I didn't think I could take the answers but I couldn't seem to keep my mouth from spewing forth the questions.

Gunther inhaled slowly and paused before opening his eyes. He stared deep into mine. "CeCe, you know there is no one for me but you. I don't want any woman other than you. I can't think of any woman, other than you."

I stared up in his beautiful, sincere eyes and burst into tears yet again. "I'm such a horrible person, Gunther. I don't deserve you," I sobbed down his neck.

"No you're not. Now quit talking about yourself like that. We're going to get you home and get some coffee in you. And after you sober up a little, we're going to get you in bed. I won't leave you, honey." He stroked my head. He was muttering under his breath. "I'm supposed to be sleeping over at Rocky's..."

"Then we'll get you to my house. My parents are gone for two days. You'll be fine, okay?"

"'Kay."

A door slammed open and I heard Deuce's voice. Gunther stopped playing with my hair. What was Deuce doing out here? Why couldn't he just go away and leave me alone with my Gunther? I wished a sinkhole would conveniently appear and swallow Deuce whole so I could have Gunther to myself again. I could hear their voices but didn't care what they said. My sobs subsided as I crawled up Gunther's neck and started rubbing my hair against his jaw. He was so warm and loving. When he talked to Deuce, I could feel the words vibrate through his chest. Mmm I closed my eyes and let the alcohol and Gunther's nearness relax me. Maybe I'd take a little nap.

"CeCe, CeCe sweetheart," Gunther's voice raised me from my stupor. "How many drinks did you have?"

"Eeeeyyeeedunno." That came out funny. I couldn't keep my words straight. I shook my head. Bad idea. I was starting to feel a little dizzy. How many drinks? I looked at both of my hands as if they could give me the answer. "Four or sssicksss or sumthun lik that." I made a three, then a five then a seven with my fingers, turning my hands back and forth.

Gunther and Deuce were exchanging sharp words. The only word I paid attention to was the dreaded H word-hospital.

"I'm not going ta the hoshpital, Gunthery." I couldn't focus on both of his eyes simultaneously so I looked directly into one and tapped his chest as I made my point. "I tol you, I haven fallen dow once. I jus feel a liddle dizzy, thas all." What was the matter with him? I didn't need a hospital. I snuggled back and closed my eyes.

Deuce kept running his mouth and upsetting Gunther. We were moving and I cracked one eye open to see the parking lot. Their voices faded. The parking lot started going round and round. Uhggg. We got to Gunther's car and I felt myself being moved to other arms. "Gunther!" I whined, reaching frantically for him.

"Right here, sweetheart." I felt myself being carefully placed on his lap in the car. Hmmm, I nestled in his arms and closed my eyes, trying desperately to keep the car from swirling.

"I love you, Gunther," I mumbled into his neck. I felt everything going quiet and black.

I heard Gunther's voice from a distance.

"I know sweetheart. I love you too."

Chapter Preview: I felt like shit. I mean, I didn't know if shit even had feelings, but if it did, how I felt right now would be it.

Like, fuck. My throat was burning, I had cramps, I felt bruised all over, and I had no idea where I was.

Maybe Frankie took me home. Maybe I was raped. Maybe he killed me afterwards and I was dead.

Maybe I should open my eyes and find out. I eventually found it in me to open my eyes, and when I Gunther's face, his eyes on me, all the memories of yesterday night came back to me. "Hi," I whispered. He smiled sleepily. "Hi."

So I made this chapter extra long because I'm a horrible person and haven't updated in ages.

Another reason why I haven't updated in a while is that I'm been considering stopping this story. I'm still kind of indecisive about that.

Thanks for reading!