I returned to see Nudge dancing with Dylan and I rolled my eyes. Betrayer. I searched around for Max and Fang but they had probably gone back to our place. Now what was I going to do? I grabbed another drink and downed it. A fast paced song came on and it had a good beat to it. I climbed up onto the table and started dancing. "Go Ella!" Someone shouted. I kicked off my shoes and noticed I had my own little audience. "Ella! Ella! Ella!" They began chanting. I could barely hear Nudge yelling at me to get down through all the chanting. "Take it off!" Someone cheered. I slowly undid the tie of my dress and some of the guys yelled and wolf whistled. I swung my hips and pulled my arm out of one sleeve. "Ella get down!" Nudge yelled. "Ella stop!" Gazzy and Dylan also called. "Come on Ella. Get down" I saw Iggy standing at the edge of the table with his arms out. My head was hurting a bit but I ignored it as I pulled my other arm out of the sleeve. All the guys cheered as I let the dress fall to my feet. All at once my head spun and I felt all those drinks start to come back up. I stumbled and fell. I waited for the crash but Iggy had caught me. "Let go of me" I tried to struggle as he carried me away. "I'm trying to help" he said. "I don't want your help. I hate you" I spat but it didn't faze him.
Iggy's POV
She continued to squirm and I was having trouble carrying her and not trip over everything. The cool night hit me as I walked out of the front door with a shivering and half naked Ella in my arms. I carried her to her house, hurrying for she looked a little green. "Max! Fang!" I called when I got there but there was no reply. Of course they weren't here, I mentally hit myself. I carried Ella up to her room. I was so not in the mood of taking care of a drunken Ella. I didn't even like her when she was sober. I had half a mind to just leave her, but not only would Max, Fang, Nudge, Gazzy and even Dylan kill me, but Ella would hate me even more and trust me, that was not a good thing. I can handle Ella when she is just disgusted at me and thinks I'm an annoying perv, but if I left, she'd have good reason to really hate me. I sighed as I picked up what felt like her p.j's and helped her pull them on. I swear it was like taking care of a baby. I now know that I never want to be a dad. I walked into the bathroom and felt around for a cloth. I wet it and grabbed what I hope was a bucket on my way out, just in case. It turned out the bucket was a good idea for only 3 minutes later she was puking her guts into it. I patted her on the back and held her hair while she continued to throw up. "Come on Ella. Bed time" I said trying to get her to go to sleep. "You're not the boss of me" she slurred. "Ella Elizabeth Ride you get into bed this instant" I tried acting like a parent. If she was acting like a child, maybe she'd listen if she thought I was an adult. She groaned and climbed into bed and I tried not to grin at my brilliance. Well at least I knew what kind of drunk she was. She was an immature, child-like pushover who did anything you practically asked her, as long as it wasn't me asking. "Maybe you should come to bed with me" she giggled and I felt her warm fingers slid up my shirt. So an immature, child-like, pushover with a sexual side? Well you wont hear me complaining. I let her pull my shirt off and she kissed me. I felt compelled by my hormones to kiss her back. Ella had a rocking body, not that I'd ever give her the satisfaction of admitting it out loud. Sure I hated her and she hated me, but everyone was right when they said I was a sexist pig, I just loved the action, if you know what I mean (wink, wink.) I would never, ever, never ever ever, want to date Ella because she was such an annoying bitch, but hell I would want to bang her. And it looks like I was about to get my chance as she took her shirt off and made her way to my pants. I moved my hands around her smooth bare back and found my way to her bra clip. I cupped her face with one hand and was about to unclip her bra with the other. My fingers brushed her cheek and I pulled back from the kiss to get air. I could smell the alcohol from her. I felt kind of guilty for taking advantage of her like this. I had two voices in the back of my head, good and bad. Just go for it. Get some bad said. It's Ella. The girl from next door. The sister of your brother's girlfriend. The girl who drives you crazy and not in a good way good argued. No one likes you. You've never got any action before, and you'll probably never will. So just take this chance Bad tried to convince me. Iggy your better then this. Are you really going to take advantage of Ella? It's just Ella Good practically screamed. Great, now I'm arguing with myself. Maybe I am crazy. But I was right, well part of me. I pulled on my shirt and did my zipper up. I managed to pull Ella's shirt back on her and I got up. I grabbed what I hope was a cup from her bed and filled it with water from the bathroom. "Come on Ella. Drink up" I said practically forcing the water into her. "Ella, water will help" I said and she slowly began to drink it. I went and filled it up again and made her drink that too. I filled it up for the third time but sat it by her bed for I didn't want her drinking too much and throwing it all up. "Ella, go to bed" I told her before leaving.