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WHAT AN ASSHOLE-CHAPTER 12
ELI'S PERSPECTIVE
The music was blasting, the people were sweaty, and everyone was so close together it looked like they were all butt-fucking each other. My eyes searched for Clare but I was a little distracted by all of the whores grinding up on me. As soon as I walked through the door, some girl rubbed my leg. I felt like, totally violated.
Pfft Jokes! It was kind of awesome. But that's beside the point.
I like how Adam and I came here together, but Adam decided to wait in the car and "guard Morty". Aka he is too much of a pussy to even come help me look for his own best friend.
But in a way it was a good thing because drunk people like to do crazy shit to cars at night.
I finally spotted a girl across the bar with curly auburn hair and hesitantly called out Clare's name. The girl kept giggling and throwing back shots quicker than anything I've ever seen. I squinted my eyes getting closer to her, and noticed it was in fact Clare Edwards.
"Just one more, one more!" Clare screamed, holding up two fingers, to the bartender.
Jesus, she was wasted.
I think if you asked her to add one plus one and walk in a straight line at the same time, she probably couldn't do it. She was hanging off of the edge of her seat, and was begging for more shots.
My eyes narrowed and I moved more quickly when I saw a guy's arms wrap around her waist.
"Clare, come on, let me take you home," I told her trying to get her to focus on me. She looked me up and down, analyzing me, and burst out laughing, downing another shot. I really didn't know what was so funny about me at the moment, but she couldn't stop laughing.
I gripped her arm and the guy intervened, "Hey man! Why are you being a fucking cock block?"
"She's a minor," I glared at him. As soon as I said that, he quickly unhooked his arms from Clare and left.
Clare placed her hand on my shoulder and sadly asked, "Why'd you take my friend away? Where'd he go?"
I laughed at Clare because she was just so drunk but at the same time was aggravated that she was so out of it that she didn't realize that that guy was atleast twenty-five and just wanted to have sex with her. She looked at me awaiting an answer and I asked her a simple question, "Clare why are you here right now?"
She smiled, gripping the shot glass in front of her about to bring it to her lips when I grabbed it out of her hand and slammed it on the bar counter.
"Enough drinking Clare, you're done for the night," I told her as she frowned like a baby does when you take away their toy.
It didn't look like I was going to get a truthful answer out of Clare as of right now so I just took it upon myself to decide that the best thing for her to do is to just come back to my house and sleep it off there. The way she's been drinking, it's going to be bad tomorrow morning and she won't be able to take care of herself. I've experienced how a hangover feels, and trust me it ain't so pleasant. I'll text her parents from her phone saying that she's sleeping over at Alli's and have Adam get Alli onboard.
"Come on Clare, time to go," I told her gripping her hand so I wouldn't lose her going through the crowd as I pulled her away from the bar.
She laughed and pulled me back to the bar. Clare stumbled over herself as she tried to walk, and I couldn't help but smirk at the sight. She had successfully gotten into a bar at her age, managed to score booze, and come out alive. I should go drinking with Clare sometime she seems really fun to be around when she's drunk.
"Can I get a Bloody Mary?" Clare asked breathing out and wiping the side of her mouth.
I growled, and she said, "Make that two!"
"Clare, I don't want to drink, we have to go, I have to get you home," I told her as she smiled and nodded.
I smirked happy she was finally agreeing with me, and then all of a sudden her smile disappeared and her face went serious, "No, I want one more drink."
The bartender handed Clare two drinks and I asked, "Aren't you going to give me one?"
She shook her head, throwing her head back and downing the drink in less than two seconds.
"One is for me and the other is for my friend," she told me giggling.
I laughed and asked, "Who might this friend be?"
"Myself!" She screamed chugging the other drink and slamming it down on the table.
I chuckled, kind of starting to like the carefree drunk side of Clare Edwards. I'm so used to seeing her crying and upset that I couldn't even really fathom the thought of seeing her like this. But let me tell you, I liked it.
"Alright, let's get out of here," I told her gripping her hand. Right as we turned to leave the bartender yelled out, "Hey you got to pay for her drinks!"
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Really Clare?
Fuck.
"How much?" I yelled back at the bartender because the music was so loud. Clare danced behind me, not paying attention to what was going on.
The bartender pulled out a calculator from his pocket to count up how many drinks she had. I've never been so scared to know the amount of something.
"$256.00," the bartender said as my knees dropped from underneath me and Clare caught me before I hit the ground.
"Eli we should have sex at your house!" She screamed in my ear and giggled.
I was about to go off at her, when I bit my lip and stopped myself. She's drunk Eli, she doesn't know what's going on. Breathe in, breathe out. I closed my eyes, breathing in and breathing out. Why must I be punished for Clare's wrong doings? I didn't know this is the price I'd pay for rescuing my crush. Not to mention the literal price…two hundred and fifty fucking six dollars.
"No problem," I heard someone say, cringing when I realized that person was me.
I pulled out my wallet slowly, and looked between the folds and sighed. I did have enough money, but I didn't want to pay for it.
"Eli, I have to peeee," Clare interrupted me as I tried to count the money out in my hand. She clung to my shoulder like a bored five year old in a grocery store. Her breath smelt like full-blown booze. It was so bad, you could probably smell it from China.
I placed what used to be my birthday money on the counter and sighed.
Clare tugged on my arm and she asked, "Eli, can we have sex in the car?"
I didn't want to hear it anymore because after paying close to three hundred dollars on alcohol that I didn't even drink, I was pissed. Clare teasing me about having sex was just the icing on the cake. But I knew she was drunk and didn't understand a thing she was doing or saying. I just wish she would ask me this when she was sober.
Yeah right, some wish.
That's like wishing for Jake to die. Haha imagine if he died tonight, I would feel so guilty. Wait, no I wouldn't, I'd laugh my ass off and then shit all over his grave.
"I want another beer," she said while getting her lips antagonizingly close to mine.
Clare kept going on and on about touching me, and I just lost it. I picked her up and put her over my shoulder as she screamed, "Eli! I'm flying! Hey look there's my friend! Bye Jimmy! Wait, or was it Timmy? Timmy! No, I'm pretty sure it was Jimmy! Maybe it was Ronaldo."
Only Clare would go from Jimmy to Timmy to…Ronaldo.
Carrying a shitfaced girl over my shoulder out of a bar as she pointed to people and screamed at them made me bust out laughing.
Once I got back to the hearse, Adam's eyes bulged noticing I was carrying Clare.
Hey, she wasn't budging, it was my last resort.
Adam quickly opened the trunk of the hearse, and I plopped her down in it.
"Are you going to rape me?" She asked giggling, her eyes wide with excitement.
I smirked, "I will if you don't shut up."
"But it wouldn't be rape," she said smiling, her eyes glazed over.
Adam growled and said, "Stop playing around with her Eli, she's drunk!"
Clare's answer intrigued me so I ignored Adam and questioned, "What do you mean it's not rape?"
She giggled, pulling her knees up to her chest and looked at the ceiling of the hearse.
"It wouldn't be rape...if I wanted it," she told me licking her lips. I stared at her my mouth agape and then quickly shut the trunk of the hearse before I lost my shit and attacked her with my penis. Maybe her spending the night wouldn't be a such good idea. But Adam couldn't take her home, and Alli's parents would shit their pants having a drunk girl in the house. Also, Clare's parents have already been successfully lied to. All that she has left is me.
I ran to the front seat, and Adam asked me, "Will she be okay in the back?"
"Trust me, she'll be fine," I hissed gripping the steering wheel.
Everyone at the bar probably thought I was some rapist, because I carried her out of the bar against her will. And I did place her in the back of a hearse...
Oh well.
Let them think what they want.
"Jake wasn't in there with her," I told Adam as he stared at the red light coming up.
Adam gulped and said, "I just want to know what happened that made her drink like this. Eli, she looks like she could have kept going all night if we didn't come and get her."
The rest of the car ride to Adam's house was in silence. No one said a word, except for some incoherent mumbling from Clare. Adam and I were both left dumbfounded about why Clare had drank tonight.
When we left them in the movie theater, they were fine, blissfully sucking eachother's faces off.
The slam of the passenger's door snapped me out of my thought process. Adam went around the back of the hearse to get Clare out of the trunk. He gripped her side and helped her get into the passenger seat.
She slid in next to me, and giggled when our knees touched.
Adam stopped and leaned down near my window, "Take care of her."
I nodded, "Will do."
"Eli, this is your last chance, don't fuck it up," he told me touching my shoulder and walking up the steps to his house.
I made sure he got in okay and I turned to face Clare who was grinning at me. I breathed out laughing, still not believing that I had Clare Edwards in my hearse, at two am on a Friday night, drunk. What has come of my life?
Clare touched the door handle, and smiled.
She was like a baby, it seemed like everything she touched was new to her. I smirked, and sighed, starting the engine and mentally thanking god that she has finally shut up and just stuck to touching inadament objects.
As I was driving Clare asked, "Where do babies come from?"
I saw a devilish gleam in her eye, showing that she was testing me to see my response. I smirked and shifted in my seat, "Well Clare, a stork drops you off when you're a little baby on your parent's front stoop. They pre-order you, kind of like a cell phone."
She giggled and said, "That's sounds like a load of bull."
"Yeah well, don't believe me that's fine. But, I'm pretty sure that's how you and me got here," I told her glancing over at her and her blue eyes lit up.
I breathed in and once we pulled up to my house. I didn't move, waiting for Clare to make her move first. She touched the door handle to my hearse and her face showed the most confused expression I've ever seen in my life.
She looked at me and asked, "Either you open the fucking door or I'll pee all over your car."
I quickly got out of my side of the car and tugged on the door, but it was locked.
She tricked me.
"Clare, open the door," I told her.
She shook her head and giggled.
"I got you," she mouthed bursting out into laughter.
I sighed, and said, "Clare, open the door or you won't be able to see what the stork dropped off."
Clare's eyes lit up in excitement, and she quickly opened the door, slamming it into my junk in the process. She burst out in laughter as I tried to balance myself. I couldn't, and I dropped to the floor hissing in pain as Clare waited patiently in front of my house.
This is what I get for helping her out, an empty wallet and a busted nut.
"Can this day get any better?" I bellowed sarcastically to no one in particular.
"Eli, I think I'm going to throw up," Clare said. I jumped to my feet and groaned in pain when my cock rubbed up against my painfully tight skinny jeans. I took my keys and frantically opened the door then grabbed the kitchen garbage can knowing she wouldn't make it to the bathroom.
I closed the door and flipped on the lights as she vomited straight into the can.
Eh, I give her props, if I was as drunk as her I would have totally missed the garbage can and threw up everywhere else.
I kneeled down next to her and rubbed her back gently as she disposed of all the booze she consumed tonight. I felt bad because I always cry when I throw up, and when I'm alone throwing up it sucks. It just makes me shake more, and scared that I might throw up a lung.
So to reassure her that she wasn't alone I said, "It's alright, I'm here," and I continued to rub her back.
I watched as tears dripped down her cheeks, one hand wiping her face, the other laying aimlessly by her side. I moved my hand from my bruised nuts to the one by her side. Her freezing hand and my warm hand became one when I interlaced our fingers.
She held onto my hand for dear life, clutching it in a bruising grip.
"Don't worry, you'll be fine, I'm right here by your side," I whispered in her ear as she slowly pulled her head up and wiped her lips with a shaky hand.
I sighed and she said, "Thanks."
I glanced at her appearance, and noticed she had a drink stain on her shirt, and if she was sleeping in my room, she'll most likely get sick. I have a bad draft in my room, and with the cold drink stain all over her shirt, it wouldn't be a good mix.
I stood up and hissed, fucking bruised nuts.
"Let me take you upstairs, you can sleep in my bed," I told her wrapping my right arm around her waist, hoisting her body to stand up. She walked by my side, and leaned her head on my shoulder tiredly.
Once we made it in one piece up the steps, I walked her into my room, and placed her on the bed. I went through my drawers, and pulled out a pair of boxers and a big T-shirt for her. She'd look great in my clothes.
I handed her the clothes and said, "You should change into these."
She looked at the clothes, and tossed them on the floor.
I growled picking them up and said, "Clare you have to change or your going to get sick."
She giggled and I knew the drunk Clare wasn't gone yet.
"Please Clare, I'm so tired, just put these on," I told her handing her the clothes.
Clare smiled and said, "You dress me."
No, no, no, God why the fuck are you doing this to me? I would never be able to contain myself if I had to change her. I couldn't do it. Please Clare, fucking snap out of it.
"Clare, you're a human being, and you can dress yourself," I told her.
She responded, "But you said I was a stork."
"I said you came from a stork, oh, forget about that, just please, change!" I told her.
She shook her head throwing the clothes at my face and I growled in frustration pulling the clothes down from my face and sighed heavily.
I guess I would have to change her...I had no choice. Unless, I just wanted to leave her and let her get sick.
No.
"Alright, I'll change you, lift your arms," I told her as she quickly lifted her arms and smiled at me.
I gently gripped the hem of her shirt, and slowly pulled it up over her head letting her shirt fall on the floor. Her chest immediately caught my attention. Even though she was wearing a bra, she looked...amazing. By far the most mesmerizing woman I've ever laid eyes on.
I wanted to touch her...I needed to touch her...I couldn't touch her.
My hands shook lightly, as I gripped my Dead Hand T-Shirt, and gently placed it over her head as she pushed her arms through both arm sockets.
Now her skirt.
I took a deep breath and said, "You're going to have to stand up."
Since she was basically half out of it by now, and her eyes dropping, she leaned on me, as I gripped her waist lightly.
She hissed in pain and I mumbled, "Sorry."
My hands skimmed her side, and I lifted her shirt up a little and I saw two blotchy and bruised handprints on both of her hips.
Jake.
I'll kill him if he did this to her.
I took a deep breath, and put the argument aside for later.
My fingers frantically played with the front of her skirt, and I slowly lowered it to the floor, she pushed it aside with her feet. I bent down to get my boxers and I slowly held them open as she torturously placed one foot at a time in each leg hole.
I moved the boxers up hesitantly, as my hands brushed against her smooth legs.
My heart was racing so fast, I could hear it pound out of my chest.
"Jesus," I mumbled as I finally stood up.
The hardest thing I could have ever done was dress Clare and not be able to touch her, or...kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace, as I gently lowered her onto my bed. Clare wrapped herself within the blankets as I smiled when she faced the wall.
I breathed in, and kissed her on the forehead before leaving her alone in my room and shutting the door behind me. I didn't plan on bringing her to my house and making her sleep in the same room with me. You might ask why I wouldn't sleep next to Clare when she was all mine as of right now this second?
Well, I wouldn't do that for one reason and one reason only.
That reason is because drunk people wake up not remembering a thing from the night before. If she woke up and saw me in the same room as her she'd probably have a heart attack and pass out, and I am not in the mood for that.
I sighed, going to the freezer and grabbing a bag of ice.
Once I grabbed the bag, I limped to the most uncomfortable couch in the world, and plopped down on it.
I spread my legs, hissing when the ice touched my bruised dick and sighed.
Tonight, I learned a couple of things. Never, ever, let Clare drink again. And, if she does make sure I'm drunk too so when we have sex both of us can be blamed. Another thing, I like Clare. I definitely, without a doubt, one hundred percent have feelings towards Clare.
They do say God works in mysterious ways.
Man, he's more mysterious than I am.
And trust me, I'm the weirdest book you'll ever try to read and figure out.
I smirked knowing that Clare is the only person that picked me out, never judged me by the cover, and kept turning the page even though the book was just a mess…
END OF CHAPTER 12
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