I sip on my water for a few minutes and then go back out to dance.
Maggie is dancing with Parker, Nick, Logan, and Aiden, so I join them. Hard to believe that two of the hottest guys at school don’t have dates.
Aiden tells me it’s time for our dance and pulls me into his arms.
I pull out of his arms and dance with a more respectable distance between us but, really, we’re all sort of grinding on each other.
For the first time all night, they play a slow song. Aiden pushes his leg between mine and moves his hips against me. I feel the fog in my brain start to collect. Like it always does when I’m near him.
But, no.
I can’t.
“I told you, I can't dance with you like that anymore.”
He grins at me. “Can't blame a guy for trying.”
I gave him a sad smile. I had fun dancing with him. I don't know what kind of game he's trying to play. Maybe it’s just that gods are used to getting their way. Or maybe not getting a Homecoming date bruised his ego.
“What?” he says when he sees my pout.
I shake my head. “I’m just disappointed that you'd say that. But it shouldn't be a surprise. Have fun tonight, Aiden.”
I stop at the dessert table, grab a cheesecake square, then go sit down with Whitney.
“The boys still aren’t back,” she slurs.
I can tell that the alcohol she was chugging early is starting to affect her.
While I’m eating my cheesecake, I notice that Whitney is watching Peyton and Camden, who are doing some very dirty dancing right in front of us.
Jake and Dawson finally make it back to our table. Jake is stumbling a bit.
“Where have you been?” Whitney yells at him.
He goes to sit down, misses the chair, and falls flat on his ass.
Dawson drags him to his feet and helps him sit on the barstool.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. Mission accomplished,” he says. He slides a flask under the table to her. She openly chugs from it.
I give Dawson a kiss. I can tell he’s a little tipsy and I’m happy he’s not drunk like Jake.
I hand him my bottle of water.
He takes a swig and says, “We’re heading back to the hotel now. I just called the driver.”
“That sounds like a good idea.”
“Jake and Whitney both drunk is going to get ugly. I don’t want them to ruin our night. I’ve had the best night with you.”
I give him another kiss. “I’ve had the best night with you too.”
He grabs my hand and says, “Come on, Jake. Let’s go.”
As we head out the door, Peyton and Camden follow us.
“Hey, bro, can we hitch a ride back to the hotel?”
“Yeah, sure,” Dawson says.
We all pile into the limo.
Whitney is swaying just sitting still. She’s looking from Dawson to Jake to Camden and it sort of reminds me of when I was standing in my entryway with Sander, Brooklyn, and Cush and wondering what in the world made me think having them all in one place was a good idea.
I guess at least she’s drunk.
Jake has his arm sloppily wrapped around her.
She whispers to Jake, but she’s drunk, so we all hear exactly what she says to him.
And I probably won’t be repeating it.
She tries to give both Dawson and Camden one of those looks that tell a guy that he doesn’t know what he’s missing.
Dawson and Camden laugh at her.
She ignores them, pushes Jake into a corner of the limo, and starts making out with him.
Dawson pulls me a little closer and says quietly, “I ordered us room service. It will be there when we get back.”
“Yum. What did you order?”
“Chocolate covered strawberries to go with the rest of our champagne and . . .”
“URRGGGG,” goes Whitney, and then proceeds to puke all over the floor of the limo, somehow, thankfully, managing not to get a drop on my leather skirt.
Got to give the girl points for that.
She wipes her mouth on Jake’s jacket then lies across the back seat of the limo and starts crying.
Jake slides away from her, holding his hand up to his mouth. Then he starts gagging.
I quickly reach over to roll down the window just as Camden gags and adds to the pile of puke on the floor.
Jake sticks his head out of the window like a dog.
Peyton leans over to me and says, “Is this awesome or what?”
Sunday, October 9th
Tigger with boobs.
1pm.
Dawson and I wake up late in the afternoon.
“I’m starving,” he says, as his stomach growls.
“Me too.”
We grab the menu, decide what we want, and he orders it.
When he sets down the phone, he attacks my neck and says something about how we have twenty-five minutes to kill.
While we’re eating, I hear my phone buzz.
I dig around the room, find my bag, and check my messages.
Katie: Where the HELL ARE YOU!!! I HAVE to talk to you about last night!!!!!!!
Dallas: Katie was making out with Tyrese last night after you left. Like we were dancing together, having fun. I come back and she’s making out with him. We’re done.
Me: Dallas! Are you okay? Are you upset?
Dallas: I’m more pissed than anything. Really, I feel used.
Me: Because you lost your virginity to her and she didn’t really love you?
Dallas: Ha! No. I’m pissed because I spent a bunch of money on her and then she does that. Although, really, we had no long-term potential. She’s way too high strung for me. It was like dating Tigger with boobs.
Me: OMG. She totally does bounce around like Tigger. Still, I’m sorry.
Dallas: I’ll survive. It’s not like we were going out. I’m still talking to other girls.
Me: Good. I’ll see you later.
Me: Dawson and I are in our hotel room. Where are you?
Katie: I’m at the dorm.
Me: Dallas told me you got drunk and were making out with Tyrese?
Katie: I think maybe it was more than making out. A lot more. I think we had sex. What if I get pregnant????!!!
Me: Oh, wow. Why do you think you had sex? Do you remember it?
Katie: Kind of. I remember thinking we were going to and then that’s it. I’m so embarrassed. And I’m FREAKING out. I think he was drunk too. What if we didn’t use anything?
Me: CALM down. It will be okay. Are you okay? Do you want me to come home?
Katie: No. But do you think maybe you could talk to him? I’ve been throwing up and I look like shit. Annie is here, but she doesn’t know what to do. She’s taking good care of me but, you know, she’s never done anything, so she doesn’t really know how I feel.
Me: Did he take advantage of you?
Katie: I wanted to leave with him. Would I have if I wasn’t drunk? No.
Dawson sees me frowning. “What’s going on?”
“Katie hooked up with Tyrese last night. Well, this morning, I guess, after the party. But she was really drunk and isn’t sure what happened. She’s freaking out because she’s pretty sure they had sex. Katie’s not on the pill or anything, so if they did it and didn’t use protection . . .”
“She’s been getting drunk a lot. It’s getting annoying.”
“I know. I talked to her about it. What should we do? Should I just call him and ask him if they did?”
He pops another French fry in his mouth, chews it while thinking, then says, “Let me.”
I give him a kiss on the cheek. “You are so adorably sweet. You know that, right?”
“I don’t think I do,” he teases. “Why don’t you show me?”
“Text Tyrese, then I will probably be needing a shower.”