Blake is waiting on the sidewalks when I drive past his house and we mostly sing along to my playlist on our way. The party is lit and most people are already drunk. I spy for pony but she is not there. What did I think? Her boyfriend wasn't showing up either. I wonder if he told her what was wrong with him. Just thinking of them telling each other their feelings makes my jaw tense. Good she didn't show up anyway. She'd annoy the hell out of me. I think it's a general instinct to get to the counter where shots are laid down when you get to a party.
I can't help but think of Charity. I mean I didn't like him, but hate is a huge word and I know he must suck for him being away from his parents. I didn't ask what his back story was. I didn't want to let him close to me. Tried that, been there and I promise it doesn't end well, usually. All the same, I have been a bitch to him and it's not cool. I push my thoughts when a blonde drunk girl walks up to me and pulls my hand, makes me dance. Later another, then another, making sure to add shots in between my dancing. I am completely wrecked when I watch Pony walk in alongside a senior. I know he was a senior because I see him in the school music team. Everyone knows the team. I try to cover my face with my hands so that she doesn't see me.
"Hey arsehole, I didn't know you waste like a girl." She blurts out when she is a safe distance from where I stood.
"Dang it." I raise my hands in surrender. "You caught me." I laugh out so loud, I don't recognize myself. Maybe it's the liquor. She walks me out when I start gagging like I want to throw up.
"I'm sorry." I begin to say. "I'm not usually a bitch. My dad-" I swallow. I want to shut up. Dang liquor. It gives you too much confidence. Why am I too comfortable here, with her. That's what makes me blurt out stuff.
" My dad. He almost forgets we exist when a scholarship kid is in the house, he notices them aaa lot. I know he usually wants them to feel comfortable and like part of the family but sometimes I miss when he's my dad. When he comes home and says, hey son how was school, and stuff you know.." I gag again and she takes off my jacket.
I'd hate that covered in puke. She holds my hoodie strings back as I lower my head to try and get it out of my system. She is not disgusted, or she doesn't show at least.
"Why are you so good to me." I almost whisper as I wipe off my mouth. I've been nothing but a pain in the butt to her. She opens her mouth to say something but talks herself out of it.
"Look Pony," her expression changes to confused and it hits me.
I don't know her name!
Shit!
I laugh at the sarcasm and she gets her hands off my shoulders. I can tell she is mad so I stop laughing.
"If you were not so drunk right now then I'd-" She stops mid sentence. They are so alike. Probably good for each other. "You wanna have some fun?" She half screams.
"Fun is what I'm trying to have. What'd you have in mind?"
"The school has quite the BB pitch." She turns around and disappears into the house.
The school? I tense.
"Pony wait.." She is gone before I could form a real sentence.
"Any of you want to have some real fun?" I hear her scream over the music.
The crowd screams and dashes out. There's no way to control that many kids.
"Let's gooo." She jerks my hand and I stagger her way.
The lights are blinding. I guess mostly because I'm drunk.
"Let the party begin." I hear Pony yell over very loud music that had been cued into the school speakers.
"Fuck!" I scream knowing no one would hear anyway.
"Wanna dance?" Pony yells over the music, her breath tickling my ear. She doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, she grabs my hands and places them on her waist, lifting hers to rest on my shoulders.
Her hips begin to sway, pressing gently into me, and I feel every movement through my fingertips. Instinctively, I tighten my grip, guiding her rhythm, grounding us in the beat. I look down at her, and there's a flicker of mischief dancing in her smile.
Her eyes catch mine—bright, unbothered, teasing. I lose myself in them for a second too long. She slows down and starts to let go.
What?
I don't want her to stop dancing.
That's not what she had in mind.
She spins around, pressing her ass firmly against the zipper of my jeans. Her hips roll slow, deliberate at first—then faster, grinding in rhythm. My breath hitches. I grip her waist, pulling her tighter, until there's barely air between us. Her shirt rides up, and my hands find the soft skin of her lower back. Warm, smooth, electric.
Her rompers shift higher as she moves, and I bite down a groan. She's into it. More than that—she's enjoying making me want her. And God, I do.
I turn her around and pull her in so fast her chest hits mine and she gasps. I want to swallow those gasps. She should be doing that in my mouth. I think to myself. Not letting go of her waist, i pull her up so her height elevates and she's on her toes.
Her lips part a little in surprise. She's so close I smell her breath and my eyes shatter inconveniently. I lean lower since she did not match my height. I'm not so tall maybe a 5 foot 8, but she is a 4 foot 9 to the most so I'm towering over her. Her ponytail is in place so I don't need to push her hair back to get to her ear.
I brush my finger gently against her ear, just a whisper of contact—and her skin jolts. She's sensitive. My breath hitches more.
"I want to kiss you so bad right now," I murmur, low and aching.
She lets out a sharp gasp, audible and involuntary. My lips trail lower, just brushing the curve of her neck again. She shivers.
Then, just like that, she steps down from her toes and pulls away. The moment shatters.
"You're drunk," she says, her voice steadier than I expect. She doesn't turn to look at me, just pivots and walks off, her back to me.
"You drunk." She states the obvious and turns her back on me to walk away.
I bite my lip involuntarily. She is so damn hot and I don't want her shorts rising to anyone else.
I want to go after her so bad but I don't want to be a jerk especially after she starts dancing on her own, I can tell she just wanted to have fun. I didn't even know her name. I am such an ass.
Rick is outside seated smoking and unconcerned, Blake, well girls are getting on his radar today, maybe his charm works on them drunk. I laugh at that thought slightly and walk out to join Rick.
"Any fun?" I say joining him on the stair.
"You know me, can't avoid a chance to get high." He smiles and snaps his fingers then hands me the pen.
"You?" He asks.
I don't usually smoke, but I suck out of the pen and choke on it. I give it back laughing.
"I don't know." I say between the laughter.
That was honest.
I'm hang up on my dad's tendency of being away. How sad mom gets at times. Sometimes he disappears completely for months. I don't even know what to think on the kind of trouble we could be in if we got caught in the school's grounds.
Pony. Why am I so hang up on her. What is it that makes me want her? I'm sure it's no longer about Charity.
Charity! I'm guilty for wanting his girl. I've never wanted to be that guy and how stressed he looked today? Was it about her?
So many thoughts are running in my head, I don't notice cops walk in and well, I leak of weed and alcohol, what can I say?