Rated: R for language, sexual content and alcohol usage in the next chapter and probably in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi like I said before in previous chapters.
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Chapter III: Whiskey
(Paige's POV)
Today was my party. I invited pretty much everyone. And I mean everyone. Just people from the school, of course. With my parents gone and Dylan away at the university, I had the whole house to myself. Now all I have to do is pick an outfit.
Obviously, no more pink. As much as I love that color, I'm pretty sure everyone is sick of me wearing it. Hazel even said she did. I flattened my hair with an iron, getting it straight and looked in the mirror. Now I had the hair down, I could go for clothes.
Since it'll be the last party I'll actually throw if I get caught, might as well go out with a bang. So obviously pants were out of the plan. With the strange heat wave going on, a jean skirt seemed more practical. I chose a blue jean skirt that was short but not too short. With a red top that had a pink outline, I picked out some shoes and got dressed. Again, how the hell did I end up with pink again?
I looked at my alarm clock. It was only 7:55 and I heard the doorbell ring. People are already arriving and from the look outside my window, I was going to have a good time.
I ran downstairs in my party outfit as I like to call it and the doorbell rang again. I brushed my hair down and made sure I was in order. I opened the door and there stood Hazel, Jimmy and Marco.
"Hey, Paige." Hazel said as her usual self. I let her and Jimmy enter and stopped Marco.
"I thought you went to see Dylan." I said to him. I closed the door behind him.
"I did but his roommates said he was out. I wasn't gonna stay and not miss your party." Marco said. Sometimes, he can be so cute.
"Well there's punch and all that other stuff in the living room." I said. He smiled and went where Hazel and Jimmy was. With the stereo system hooked on a local station, they would play every song that's out. That way, everyone is happy.
Minutes went by and a lot of people started to come by. It was only 8:15 and I had all these people in one room or two.
I glanced at the door while being in the mist of a conversation with Ashley and Ellie and saw Jay coming in. If he's here then obviously Alex was too. Though you couldn't miss him and his so-called Montreal Crew, he kissed Alex on the lips for all to see. What a fucking showoff.
"Excuse me." I said to the girls. They said bye and went back to their conversation.
Besides them, Spinner had came also. Even though Spinner and me aren't together anymore, I still had to see him everyday and it was all right between us. He was talking with Craig in the kitchen and I gave both of them a weak smile.
I poured more punch in the bowl that was almost empty. It seemed that everyone was having a good time. Even Emma was smiling. It was surprising to see her after the whole fiasco of him coming back and the fight. As I glanced around the room, I noticed that Jay was alone with the rest of his gang. No Alex in sight.
Now where did she go? She better not be stealing anything from this house. I thought about where I could find her. The upstairs was definitely off limits but I figured where I could find her.
It was then I found myself going down into my basement or my father's den. Furnished with a TV, couches and carpet, I knew I would strike luck here.
And I did and there was Alex sitting on the couch, watching TV.
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"What do you think you're doing?" I asked her. I was standing on the second step before I hit ground.
Alex looked at me and scowled. "What do you think I'm doing, Princess?" It sounded like she was drunk. She probably is drunk. "I'm watching TV. Now leave the fuck alone."
"I'm not letting you stay down here in my basement half drunk." I said back to her. I walked over to her and stood in front of her view.
"Get out my way." Alex said. Yeah, she was drunk. I could definitely smell it.
"What have you been drinking?" I ask her. She pulled out a small silver flat looking bottle.
"It's Jay's whiskey. I stole it out of his pocket when we having sex." Alex said. She had throw in the sex part.
"And you decided to come down into my basement and get drunk?" I asked her. My hands were on my hips and I was still blocking her view. Alex looked up at me and smirked.
"Yeah. Your party was so fucking boring that I'm throwing my own party. Just me and Whiskey here." She took another sip of it. God, that is disgusting.
"This is bullshit," I muttered under my tongue. Alex heard me though.
"Did Princess Paige actually cuss?" she teased. She held up the bottle and gave a cheer. "Here's to you." She drunk some of it again and handed it to me. Like what the hell am I gonna do with it?
"No, thanks." I handed it back to her and she handed it back.
"Aw, come on. It's a celebration of Princess Paige becoming sour." Alex said. If it was the only thing to shut her up, I drunk some of it. What a nasty taste. No wonder I never did whiskey but Alex seemed to handle it.
"It's nasty." I said.
"It's an acquired taste." Alex said back. She took the bottle and sat it on the table. I ended up sitting down next to her. I still could taste that whiskey taste in my mouth. And I started to get hot again. Does heat always follow me where I'm going?
The silence between us was deafening as I let that whiskey travel within my system. As we both sat blindly at the TV screen, I wasn't as hot as I was before but it was still there. I had to remind my dad to get air conditioning down here. And the next thing that happened was still a blur. But I managed to swallow that nasty Whiskey taste and grasp the feel of Alex's drunken lips against mine.
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A/N: Oh, kissing. I had to put that in before I moved onto Alex's POV. Hers is up next. Remember to r/r and don't flame me cause I have no time for that. But if you wanna give me one, email me it instead, okay? Return back for chapter four in Alex's POV entitled "Pleasure." Ciao.