The paper doesn't look that interesting to me, so I putted it on the vanity in my room upstairs. The rest of the day I felt lonely, ate some cereals and fed Hades and Persephone, but the rest of the day I just lay on the couch, watching Toddles and Tiaras and other tedious things. It was not the most exciting day ever, so in the evening, I decided to text everyone, after I placed a bottle of whiskey on my mouth. Drinking alone was the worst thing ever, so why not drinking with some friends? After the text is send, I shove the CD in its player and connected the boxes. I don't take the effort to clean up, it will be a mess anyway, after wards. I walk upstairs and take a shower, I quickly shave my legs. I decide to put on a pair of black pumps and a little red cocktail dress, which ends just above my buttocks. Then, I shove some barrettes in my hair to make it look perfectly. I'm not even done or the doorbell rings.
It's matt, a tall, blonde guy, who, judging his lips, is a very talented kisser. "Hi, come in." I say flirty. I hug him a little to tight as he walks in. A blame the whiskey for that. I don't even have any time to push the 'play' button of the music, or the bell rings again. Chris and Santana walk in, when I open the door, who are now probably boy- and girlfriend. She is wearing a skirt so short, you could hardly see her ovaries when she bents over. I never liked Santana, because she wanted to steal my position as the headmaster of the cheerleaders and constantly was mean behind my back, but I've been pretending for ages. We both now we are actually enemies, but maybe the fact my old position is all hers now will change our relationship. So I hug her and pretend to be enthusiast that she is her, while my mind is thinking of ways to kill her for taking my place as Chris' girlfriend and cheerleader captain. Then I welcome Chris with a long kiss on his cheek, maybe as long as it takes to give Santana a feeling of jealousy. I run back to the living room to put on the music. As soon as it starts, Chris shouts: "Chick, where did you leave the alcohol?" I roll my eyes, because he knows where I left the alcohol because he been here for like thousand times and blame his drinking problem, and disappear out of his vision by walking in the hallway. After I hugged and let in Christina, Rachel and Jennifer, three girls form the cheerleader team. I decide to leave the door open because it's time for me to enjoy my party. When I get back in the beating heart of the party –also know as 'the living room'-, Santana and Chris are kissing like we use to get them a room. I try not to run to the kitchen and get the sharpest knife to kill them both. I disgust it even more when Chris gets his hands under her skirt where her but begins. I turn away and join Matt, I don't know if I like him or think he's nice, but I start to move my body in the rhythm of the music in the way we cheerleaders do, and get as close to him as possible. He seems to like that, so I don't stop. I wouldn't even stop if he didn't seem to like it. In the shortest time, the house, including the garden was full of drinking, dancing people, and I drunk up the second bottle of whiskey. I was not a person to not go drunk after that, so as soon as it is empty, I bent over to kiss Matt. He reacts surprised, but then decides to be fine with this and gets his arms around me. I have no idea how long our kiss lasts, but after it, I know I was wrong about the theory that he would be a good kisser because of his lips. But whatever, I'll do everything to make Chris and Santana look fools. I turn around and walk away, without saying a word, leaving Matt a bit dismayed. I see Jennifer staring at us, with probably the biggest eyes I've ever seen. She is famous because of her title to stay sober in every single party and to still be a virgin. I mean, come on, I probably lost my virginity when I started to lose my tooth. "What?" I snap.
"Nothing. I just… was wondering how you can be such a good kisser." Okay, also a stalker and never been kissed and optional a lesbian. And yes, I get very judging when I'm drunk. I make my way out of the living room, to the other side of the hallway, which is still a bit crowded, and full of partying people. Some guys I've even never seen before. I open the door of the bathroom –Gee, being drunk really make you need to pee a lot-, but before I reach it, I bump into Chris, who is alone for a change and also drunk (surprise). "He, Chick." He says, well he can't really speak, with his tongue thick of alcohol. "Hi… I just… I just was…" I point to the bathroom, but then get my arm down slowly. He looks at me, his bottle of wine falls in thousands of pieces on the floor. Nobody even notice it. "What… What is it?" I whisper. After all, he does seem to hear me. He shakes his head. "O, I love you." Before I can react or even can blink, his lips are pushed to mine and his hands are like everywhere. My big eyes look at him dismayed. What the… But I can't finish that sentence or I decide it's not that bad. I used to disgust his alcohol breath in our kisses, but now I'm a alcoholic anyway, so it doesn't matter. And if you don't focus on that, he actually is a good kisser. I close my eyes and examine the inside of his cheeks greedy with my tongue. He gets more voracious too, and his hands start to roll of the little jacket I wear over my dress. Soon, it ends up on the floor, together with the broken bottle. I undo the buttons of his shirt, so a big part of his naked chest is visible. I pull him closer to me by taking a fist of his T-shirt. I push myself against the wall and get him as close to me as possible. Then, we sneak together into the closet room there is. I'm sad to turn away from him to lock the door so nobody will interrupt us. I push the white button next to the door –the light goes on, but not to shiny- and the green one underneath it –a roaring sound comes out of the middle of the room- "Feel like taking a bath?" I ask, beneath our kisses. He nods, too focus on our sexual meeting to even answer. I lead us to the hot tub, which gives us a bubbly welcome, without letting go of him. Sooner than I could remember, my dress lays on the ground and I have undo him from his shirt and trousers including shoes. Our breaths are heavily and melted to one. I get my leg around him and give him a push in the right direction of the hot tub. When we both are in, I kiss him more passionate than ever, and I swing both my legs around his waist. He groans as I slide my hands down his six-pack and leave them near his underpants. I get my fingers in it, to shove it off. The sound of our breaths and the bubbles is the only thing we here, the music is far away. The people are far away. Everything is far away. His hands start to make their way to my boobs, and I totally don't mind. I support them by getting myself even closer to him. I sigh full of pleasure as the part of his naked under body touches mine. First gently, but then greedy and a bit rude. I groan and keep kissing him as he gets himself in. He keeps pushing me to him. I know him, so he will be done in a few minutes. Normally I don't like that, but everything seems to be better with a lot of alcohol in your stomach. Gasping, he trows his head over my shoulder and pinch his fingers into my naked shoulder. It takes a long time before he catches the breath again, especially when I keep touching him everywhere. But when he does, he pushes his hand to his mouth, and puts his hands to my shoulder to get himself away from me, as far as the hot tub let him. "What the hell?!" He shouts. I pull up my eyebrows.
"Do I have to explain to you? You just had sex in a hot tub on the most awesome party ever, with the hottest girl you've ever seen." I say, sarcastic.
"O, shut up." He ticks his finger to his forehead. "You're nuts, Ophelia Lockheart." Okay, it's bad when people call my my real name. Most of all just call me by my second name, Regina.
"I go out of here." He climbs out of the hot tub, but then realizes he left his underpants there and pinches it out. "Fine." I say.
"Fine?"
"Yeah, fine." He puts on his clothes and stares at me. Then he walks to the door, with mad paces. "I didn't even like it anyway!" I scream after him as he smashes the door.