Skins

[GnomesAteMyCake]

Cole chuckled at the banter that bounced between Nate and Amara whilst he and Jamie passed a vodka bottle back and forth- a bottle that was becoming quickly empty. Clyde quietly clung to a small bottle of blue WKD which had been laced with a small amount of the vodka that was disappearing as his eyes flickered between the other teens.

"Honestly Nate, what are you? Five?" Cole smirked, his normally stoic face becoming more playful the drunker he got. Jamie giggled and briefly hugged him, wrapping her arms around his thin chest and resting her head on his shoulder. Nate winked while Cole simply placed his own head on hers. But the contact was soon broken; a small gesture between friends to show Jamie's amusement.

"Five? No no, my friend. I am simply drunk and want a free change to shove my tongue in someone's mouth and cope a feel, is that so wrong? Nate answered back, his eyes sliding out of focus as he placed his hand on the empty JD bottle and span it, the glass skidding across the floor slightly with the force of it. The neck slowly stopped on Clyde, who squeaked with fear. Nate groaned, covering his face with his hand. "I gotta kiss a dude? On my first shot? Weak!"

"So give him a dare, genius,"Amara giggled, fanning her face with her hand as she looked over at Clyde with a gentle smile. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, honey."

"Balls to that! You get the bottle, you do what you're told! That's how the game works! Right Clyde, you have two choices; you go chat up a girl and bring back your war stories, or you and I get it on right here, right now."

"Or-" Cole quickly interjected as he noticed Clyde's face turn a sickly shade of green, "-You take a shot. Simple. Truth, Dare, Kiss or Drink. So pick one, bud."

Clyde looked at the four others; Amara smiling kindly, her eyes slightly out of focus; Jamie, trying desperately hard to wrestle the vodka bottle out of Cole's impossible grip, the boy in question looking at him with a small trace of amusement on his face; Nate, looking at him with a smirk to rival the devil and Ford, who looked as if he didn't care all that much either way (in reality, he was eyeing his parent's rapidly decreasing liquor cabinet and wondering what favors he could pull to re-fill it before they got back. Who knew four teens could drink so much!)

"I'll...I-I'll go for the girl," Clyde muttered quietly, putting the bottle on the floor before heading for the door. When he was out of the room, he didn't even have to talk to any girls if he didn't want to; they wouldn't know. He could just make up some lie of getting shot down or scribble a random number on some paper and try to pass it off as a phone number...the possibilities were endless. The only thing he planned to do right now, he thought to himself as he clambered over a tightly interlocked couple who were half-stood, half-slumped against a wall, blocking his way- was to find a quiet corner and gather his barings and kill some time before going back to the drunks in the back room.

~~

Said drunk, meanwhile, were living up to their names and getting steadily drunker, the dares becoming more and more outrageous; Jamie had to run into the main room and draw attention to an almost shagging couple whilst the others laughed around the door; Amara flashed some more skin which was met by the cheers of her drunken male friends; Ford had to wrestle his way into the kitchen and win three rounds of the beer pong that was set up at the kitchen table... it was going great, until Nate desided to up the ante...

"This has all been too PG, aside from Amara's little 'show' a while back," Nate half-shouted, a cocky grin on his face, his slicked-back hair now hanging into his eyes as he looked around the room. "Amara, you've known Jamie for a while, right? Let's see some love!"

Amara looked confused for a few moments, a frown starting to form on her face as Nate wriggled his eyebrows obviously. Sighing, Jamie put down the bottle she was drinking from, pushed herself into kneeling, grabbed her friends face and pulled her into a quick, closed-mouth kiss. Amara pushed her back roughly, her face reddening as she wiped a hand across her lips. "What the fuck, Jamie?!"

"It was just a dare, Mar. Chill out a little," Jamie answered, shrugging her shoulders as she took a swig of her drink, leaning heavily against the wall of the room as it span around her.

"Yeah..." Ford muttered, the acrid smell of a joint floating over them as he finally lit up. Nate smirked, holding his hand out for it.

"Not cool, Jamie..." Amara muttered, looking her her hands as she felt the heat rising on her cheeks. It was a good thing it was only them in the room; if someone else had seen that, then the rumors would only have gotten worse, and Mar just didn't didn't need that. Still, Nate had royally pissed her off by asking her to do that... "Too PG, eh Nate? Well then, what about you and Cole? I wanna see you boys locking lips, now."

"What?!" Cole squeaked, his eyes widening and his jaw dropping. "You're kidding, right?!"

"Like hell I am! Get it on boys! The dare has been said, and you can't back out now!"

"This is fucking stupid-"

"Cole, don't be such a pussy, come here. They wanna see a kiss? I'll give you a fucking kiss," Nate muttered, pushing himself to his feet and staggering over to his friend as Cole attempted to scoot backwards away from him, only to have his path stopped by the wall. Nate fell to his knees before him while Amara and Jamie giggled and crawled closer for a better veiwing spot.

Nudging Coles legs a little wider, Nate settled himself on his knees as he reached out for Cole's face, his hands cupping his cheeks gently as a thumb brushed his cheekbone. "Relax dude, it's me, not some stranger. It's only a dare...but might as well make it good, huh?" Smirking

(But it almost looks like a smile, holy fuck...)

Nate closed the distance between them, his eyes locked with Cole's before they dipped to his lips and back. Cole felt Nate's breath warm on his face, a mix of alcohol and weed on it, before a warmer set of lips settled over his own.

Cole tried to keep his eyes open, to show that it wasn't a kiss, it was just a dare and it didn't mean anything, dammit...
But with Nate continuing to stroke his face gently, the pressure against his lips steady and constant, not pushing entry, he couldn't help but let his eyelids flutter closed, his hands coming up to grip the sleeves of Nate's jacket tightly.

He could hear Amara and Jamie squealing and tittering in the background, but it hardly seemed to matter...not when Nate pushed further into the kiss when he felt his best friend returning it, his tongue flicking out to run along Cole's bottom lip while he parted them-

"Fuck me, Jamie, please tell me you've got your phone on you! We need pic's of this!"

"Fuck that noise, this shit needs to be recorded! Bloody hell, that's hot..."

With a final flick of his tongue across the roof of Cole's mouth, sending flickers of electricity down his spine, Nate broke the kiss, pulling back the smallest amount as he panted, his hands still on Cole's face, with he shyer friends hands gripping his forearms.

"Nate..." Cole stammered, his voice rough as his eyes struggled to focus on the face in front of him, an emotion clouding his eyes that Nate had never seen on the boy's face before. "What-"

"Fuck, I've been looking for you guys for ages! The party's crazy out there, what're you-"

Oh god, please, no....

"What the fuck is going on here?!

Nate hastily scrambled to his feet, almost falling onto Cole's lap but keeping his balance (thank god for small favors...) and staggering to Britney, his lips still shining from Cole's kiss, his pupils blown wide from a mixture of alcohol, drugs and the tingling feeling left on his mouth from his best friend.

He looks wrecked....I...I did that. I could kiss him again, kiss him now, and he'd beg me for it....

I did that.

Fuck.[/i]

Pushing himself to his feet, Cole barrelled past Britney and Nate, egnoring the calls of the two girls still sat on the floor, egnoring all the drunken teens that continued to sway and grind to the pounding music, egnoring everything untill he couldn't hear anything but his own ragged breathing. He was in the garden.

Collasping against one of the large umbrella trees that dotted Ford's impressive garden, Cole gathered his legs to his chest and wrapped his arms around them, eyes staring ahead as his brain proceeded to rip itself apart.

I just kissed my best friend!!

Yeah, but it was a dare, he said so-

Did you see the look in his eye?! That was the 'hunter' look he always shoots at girls when he thinks he can convince them to shag him-

No he didn't, you're just freaking out-

Of course I am!! I just made out with my best friend! My best male friend! And the worst part....

The worst part....

I liked it.[/i]

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Britney frowned, crossing her arms as she gave Nate a pointed look. "What the hell, Nate? You're completely smashed! And you just completely kissed Cole! I swear to God, if you weren't so completely desperate for me, is have already broken up with you!" The sexy nurse costume that she wore made it hard to take her seriously, especially since she wasn't wearing anything but a possible pair of panties under it.

As her appearance was as distracting as it was, Nate seemed to be having a hard time looking her in the eyes. "Aw, come on, Britt. Lighten up!" To prove his point, he pulled her towards him, placing a huge, slobbery, intoxicated kiss on her lips. Disgusted, she pushed him away. Eyes nearly green with envy and face red with anger she growled, "Get away from me! God, I'm out of here. At that she stomped out, flashing a pink, lacy thong at her behind as her dress rode up. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed, and as the person answered the phone, she spoke with a sickly sweet innocence. "Um, hi, police? I came to my boyfriend's friend's Halloween Party, and I just found out there's a lot of drugs. The address is..."

[Aubs]

As everyone stood in silence on the events that’d just gone on, the sound of heavy chuckling broke said silence with Nate laughing uncontrollably as Britney stormed out of the room. No one understood what’d caused him to be so capricious, until they watched him swing around with a completely emptied bottle of Jack in his hands. Spinning around uncontrollably, he quickly came to a halt as he soon began to vomit on the rug.
“Nate, for god’s sake!” Jamie shouted out, as she rushed over to the aid of her friend.
“Heh, for my dad’s sake, Nate!” Ford joked, running over with towels to clean up the mess.

“I- I- I’m alright! I’m alright!” Nate shouted, placing a hand on the couch next to him. He leaned his body against it, trying to get a hold of himself. "Shit, no- no- I'm not alright! I'm fucking drunk man! DRUNK!" He slumped more on the couch.

“You are a fucking hot ass mess,” Amara acknowledged. She stood a distance away, her arms folded across her chest as she just observed, opting not to help. “This is why we can't take you no where! Making out with Cole, then scaring him away like a wolf- Chasing Britney away, something I could care less about and am so happy you did actually, and then throwing up on Ford’s parent’s rug. You just all over yoself, boy. You got anything to say, Mister Jack Daniels?”

Nate shrugged to Amara’s comments. He wiped off the leftovers of vomit still on his chin. “I got- I got one thing to say! Li-lis-ten! Listen! I got something to say!” He let the room get quiet, with only the sound of the blasting stereo in the other room controlling the sound. Not one of them spoke a word, each of them focusing on Nate the ring leader of all the shenanigans that’d gone on so far. Even with a shitload of vomit on his suit, he still stood strong like the confident young man that he was. Letting everyone finally focus on him, Nate decided to continue on. “Fuck it!”
“Fuck what?”
“Fuck it! Life- Everything! I only got one damn life to live, I’m going to live it to the fullest!” He took off his black suit jacket and sling it over on the ground. “I’m going to get my rocks off kissing any-fucking-body I- I want to and, and-” he stopped. “What was I talking about again?”

The door soon creaked open, as Clyde walked back in. "Is- everything alright in here?"

"Fuckin' duh, Sherlock!" Nate retorted, swinging his arms around erratically. "Don't everything look alright in here? I- mean- Like- don't fucking look at it, I said! This way, NO!" He found himself pausing yet again. "Don't fucking look over there, I threw up but we.. we won't look at that! Watch me instead!"

[Aubs]

Nate continued to spin around dizzily, as he tried to get a full grasp on life again. No matter how much he would catch himself from getting drunk, if that was even possible at this point, he just couldn’t stop himself from taking yet another swig after swig. The bottles were practically calling his name at this point. “You see,” Nate spoke again for the first time in fifteen minutes. “This is- this is how- THIS IS HOW YOU GET FUCKING WASTED, my friends!” He suddenly dropped the bottle of vodka he had gripped in his hand, the shattering sounds of glass causing him to giggle giddily like a schoolgirl. “Shhh! Don’t tell any-anyone!” He laughed. “I didn’t drop- It wasn’t me!”

“What the fuck?” Amara questioned, rushing over to get towels and a broom with Ford to tend to the mess. “Someone keep the damn alcohol way from drunky here!”
“I don’t know how I’m gonna replace the entire cabinet before Monday..” Ford spoke, sweeping up the bits of glass with a broom and dustpan. For the first time all night, a look of uneasiness showed on the young boy’s face. “Just- someone help me take Nate upstairs to help him get-”

Nate dropped yet another glass, prompting him to utter out a groan. “Awwwwwww.. I’m, I’m, I’m- all the booze is almost gone! Who the fuck- who’s drinking all of it up?” Nate whined, bending down to try to drink the left over liquids on the ground. Before doing so though, he stopped himself. “Oh shit, there’s glass in this!”

“Jamie, you and Ford take Nate upstairs.. He’s about to work my last nerve and I ain’t tryna kill nobody tonight.” Amara suggested, as she wiped the ground. “Me and-” she stopped to look over at Clyde, who had just been a seat filler for the past half an hour. He’d said nothing. Absolutely nothing. “Me and bookworm over there will stay and clean up. Is that alright with you, quietness?”
Clyde turned toward Amara in his seat. She’d intimidated him greatly, so it was plain as the night sky outside that he’d reply yes. “I uh- sure! I’ll help.”

“SHIT, MY HAND!” Nate soon cried out, the sight of blood seen dripping all over his right hand. He’d tried to drink off the ground when everyone wasn’t paying attention to him, so it was more than evident by the glass in his hand that he’d done the most idiotic thing. But who could blame him. It was good vodka.

In the Present..

So that’s how that happened to my hand? Nate thought to himself. He hadn’t spoken another word to his parents after letting them know he’d arrived to the party. They however, hadn’t seemed to stop talking. Wondering about his drunken disturbance, how he’d managed to lie about nothing happening, or why the only ones caught from the party were his friends.. but Nate hadn’t been able to tell a thing. He couldn’t remember.

[GnomesAteMyCake]

"Hey dude, you okay?"

Looking up, his eyes slightly blurred and overly wide due to the lack of light in Ford's monsterous back garden, Cole struggled to focus on the person the voice belonged to. Blinking once or twice, he finally locked onto the red-headed boy in front of him, his head cocked to the side and two drinks in his hands. He handed one wordlessly to the brunet before falling to the ground beside him, grunting lightly at the drop. Smirking, Cole knocked the drink back, not caring all that much what was in it.

"So what's your name?" the redhead asked, looking at Cole over the top of his own drink, the lights from the house glittering in his brown eyes.

"...Cole. Yours?"

"Jake."

The two boys sat in silence for a while, Jake sipping his drink while Cole secretly wished for more; it had given him a pretty decent buzz, making the mistakes of the night seem less and less like an issue. Okay, so maybe he'd kissed his friend, and maybe it felt better than he thought it would...who cares? Right now he was up with the stars, swinging around the planets, and he sure as hell didn't want to come back down.

"So what brings you out here by yourself? There's a decent party going on inside; why aren't you there breaking a few hearts?"

"Is shtupid..." Cole slurred, his balance gone to pot as he dipped procariously towards Jake. Smirking, the redhead pulled the other's head to his shoulder. Blinking a few times, Cole sighed before allowing himself to rest against the boy, his eyes falling shut. "I kiss'd muh besh friend..."

"She won't mind, right? If she's you're best friend, and you're pretty fucked, dude-"

"Nate's uh'boy."

"Oh. I see where your coming from," Jake answered softly, a gleam leaping in his eye that was missed by the half-unconsious painter beside him. Pulling his flip-phone from his pocket, he opened it, the soft light from the screen lighting the boys face next to him. Hmm... Jake thought to himself, smirking wider as he carefully slipped an arm around Cole's back. A cute, confused drunk...my favourite.

"Hey gorgeous, you ain't falling asleep on me, are you?" Jake asked, lowering his voice to almost a purr. Cole stirred slightly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and worrying it slightly, groaning as the redhead jostled him, pushed his back against the tree and-

Eyes slowly flickered open at the feeling of lips against his, a tongue forcing entrance, but he didn't have the strength in his arms to push the other away. A feeling of dread coiling in his stomach, Cole did nothing but allow the kiss, allowed the other boy pull his arms up above his head and hold the wrists together with one hand while the other roamed...

"P-please," Cole managed to mutter as Jake bit along his neck. "D-don't-"

"Shut up," Jake said shortly, his teeth sinking in deeper and pulling a gasp from the painter's throat. Gasping, Cole managed to kick weakly with his legs. Sighing, Jake released his hands before standing, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked down at the boy on the ground, his shirt untucked and his pants unbuttoned, smirking at the mess. "Nothing worse than a slut that complains. I'll see you around, Cole."

Saying nothing, Cole sat stock still as he waited for the feeling to return to his hands before cleaning himself up and wiping a wrist across his eyes. At the end of the drive, he could see the flashing of police lights.

[Wendy Ann Beckett-Jolina]

Christian really had no clue why he was at the party in the first place. Britney had grabbed an old sheet off his bed, cutting two holes in it before shoving it over his head and pushing him into her sparkly, Barbie-esque convertable before speeding of to Ford's house, music about getting high and going off with random guys blaring from the radio. It really wasn't Christian's thing, and he was almost glad he had some indistinct sheet over his head. Granted, being seen in his sister's car could have done at least something for his popularity, but honestly, he would rather not have his sister's reputation.

His musings were broken by aforementioned sister, who stumbled on stiletto heels past him, eyes locked on some older jock who looked like he wanted to see under the tight nurse's costume she wore more than he wanted to take another hit of tequila, seeing as he literally dropped his drink on the expensive shag carpet, eyes dilated and full of lust as he shamelessly stared at her. She seemed angry, but just as intent on him as she stumbled into his arms, locking lips with him almost instantly.

I should probably let her work it out by herself for a little while...

---

Britney had been intent on Alex since the beginning of the party, and now that Nate had pissed her off, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get to him. Almost as instantly as she fell into his arms, her lips locked with his, and grabbing the collar of his shirt, she dragged him to a secluded corner, kissing him as if her life depended on it.

He was muttering something intelligible, slurred by both the drugs and lust, biting her neck lightly as he slowly inched his hands up her skirt, but suddenly stopped as red and blue lights flashed, the sound of a siren just outside the house. The brunette looked shocked, looking at Britney as if she knew what was going on...

...And she did.

[Eva]

Everything was happening so fast. Jamie could feel the exact second that the good night turned bad, and she wanted nothing more than to just go home now. But she couldn't abandon her friends right now. Nate needed help, and there was going to be alot of stuff for Ford to fix. Jamie walked over to Nate and knelt down. "Come on, you fucking idiot. We need to do something about your hand." she snapped. "Ford, let's take him to your room." Jamie said. She took off one of the half-sleeve from her costume and uesd it to stop Nate's blood from getting everywhere. With help from Ford, Jamie was able to get Nate onto his feet.

After setting Nate on the floor in Ford's room, Jamie looked turned back around. "Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. I have to go get some things." Jamie told Ford. She ran back down stairs and squeezed through the still-going party. Things had gotten so bad that she had actually forgotten there were other people here, not that it mattered.

Jamie ran into the kitchen and began searching the drawers for tongs. Nate probably had glass in his hands, and while drunk people weren't the best surgeons, this would have to do. After Jamie found the tongs, she looked up for a split second, not even intending to look out of the kitchen window, but she had. It was dark, but she could see some kind of ruff-housing going on. Being the generally savvy type that she was, Jamie knew what kind of bad things could happen at parties. She grabbed a vase from the counter and ran outside.

When Jamie came into the garden, she couldn't see any signs of action, but she did see lights. Red and blue. From the corner of her eye she saw something move and turned. "Cole!" she gasped. Jamie ran over and knelt beside her friend. He looked liked something was just wrong. "Are you okay? What's going on?" Jamie asked. Someone had called the police, and now Jamie was terrified. "Cole, come on. I think we can slip past them." Jamie urged. Her concern for Nate, Amara, and everyone else was now basically gone. In the face of being arrested, she was willing to do anything.

[Aubs]

“Well, it was nice talking to you Elias. I actually, I have to go now though.” Salome voiced, looking down at her phone. Moving as if she were Cinderella at the Prince’s ball, she attempted to rush for the door when Elias grabbed out at her hand. Turning back to look at him, she tried to inch toward the half-opened door more. “Elias-” Salome calmly voiced. Elias, on the other hand hadn’t spoken a word. Instead, he let his eyes do the talking. “I have to go, my parents are expecting-"

“Please,” Elias began with a lingered pause. “Just stay for a little while longer. I just need to spend a couple more minutes with you, alright?” He wanted to leave his metaphorical mask on in a sense, but he felt that with this girl that this was someone who finally got him. Someone who could appreciate his wit, who knew him better than he possibly knew himself. He just had to spend more time with her.

Salome stared down at her feet before moving her eyes back up at Elias. There’s no way he’s going to get some kind of hold on me after a night of knowing each other. I mean, I want to get to know more about him but- She sighed to herself. I’m ready to go home. She let go of Elias’ hand and reached for the door. “We’ll have plenty more time to get to know each other Elias, but I’m tired. I’m ready to go home.” The two stood in silence, embracing each other’s warmth without having to touch each other. They were sure to have kissed when shouting from another room broke their silence.

“FOR FUCKS SAKE, NATE!”

---

Downstairs, Amara and Clyde continued to clean up after Nate’s mess. The two hadn’t really spoken a word to each other since Jamie and Ford had left the room, well outside of Amara shouting commands that was. Clyde, still wanting to respect her wishes, just kept on doing whatever she said. He didn’t want to turn her off because then he knew he would be fearing for his life. Wanting to assert himself and be more friendly finally opened his mouth to speak.
“This was a nice party, huh?” He swept up the last pieces of glass and emptied them into a trashcan before moving over to the couch to take a seat.

“Nice?” Amara snarkily replied back, standing up from tending to a spill on the ground. “Yeah, I guess you could say it was nice from the perspective that neither of us were the train wrecks tonight. Not that I ever am, or that you ever come to parties or anything..” She pushed strands of her hair from out of her eyes and set her towel down on the coffee table.

“It’s not, like uh..” Clyde paused, feeling a bit uneasy. He hadn’t expected the conversation to go further than his first sentence. Hell, he’d half expected Amara to go all foxy diva on him, so it was surprising to him that she even responded let alone was quite cordial about it. Not knowing what to respond though, Clyde figured that he going with the flow of things would work. At least until he embarrassed himself. “I don’t really get- invited to these things. This is my first party in a- in a while, so I’m probably more excited than anything, you know?”

“That makes sense,” Amara found herself being able to understand the boy across from her. She noticed another thing about him though other that the fact that being alone with him made him a teensy bit more attractive to her. “You don’t have to act so nervous.” She voiced, walking over to the couch. Standing above him, she watched as he turned around and looked up at her.

“I don- What do you mean?” Clyde mumbled, his body beginning to tense up at the sight of Amara approaching him. While she had been one of the meanest people he’d known, she was still a girl. A pretty hot one at that.
Amara moved closer to the couch. “I think you know what I mean, Clyde.” She addressed, announcing the boy’s name aloud to him for the first time ever. Before, any mention of said boy had always been referred to as "bookworm," or any other form of calling someone smart [or in his case average]. “You don’t have to be nervous, alright? We’re just talking.” She playfully ruffled her fingers through his messy hair. “There’s nothing wrong with talking, is there Clyde?” She spoke with more emphasis on his name again.
“I uh.. I guess not. Mar, are- are you alright?”
“I’m fine, are you alright?” Amara questioned flirtatiously back, her hands still playing in the boy’s hair. She moved around the couch and straddled herself over Clyde’s lap, causing the boy to lapse into a semi-panic attack. His body grew tight with slight hesitation. Was this some kind of test? If it were, he was sure to have failed, as he hadn’t studied one bit. "I uh.. I,”
Amara placed her finger against his lips to quiet him. “Just shut up and kiss me already, damn.”

The two moved in closer, brushing each other’s body’s against the other. Soon, their fondling got more and more intense, with Amara taking the aggressive lead. This was surely out of the ordinary for the both of them, but who could you blame when two horny individuals were alone in a room with each other. They continued to make out, with Clyde now on top of Amara and her hands racing up and down inside of his shirt. Getting hotter by the second, they could have taken each other’s clothes off at that point when in the other room they heard shouts and screams.

“POLICE!”
“Get your hands in the air!”

Amara stopped moving. “Shit..”

---

Faster than they knew it, Nate, Ford, Amara, Clyde, Elias, Britney, Christian and over fifteen other teenagers were arrested and taken into custody by the authorities. Salome had been among the group at first, but with as much connection as the girl had she was able to escape the booking process and make her way home. Jamie, smart enough to know an even bigger problem was bound to arise with police in sight, took Cole and the two of them got away without getting caught. Luckily, no one was able to spot her nearly dragging Cole’s fragile body away through the neighborhood. Britney and Christian’s parents posted bail for their children within the hour, but refused to send transportation to them until they figured it were punishment enough. Well, they would have probably sent for someone had they not been enjoying dinner.. in Hawaii. All in all though, not many were able to get out of the aftermath of Ford’s party. As each of their parents or guardians came in to get them, they all had to admit.. although things ended badly that was one hell of a party.

Back in his car, in reality, Nate was now finally able to fully remember everything that’d happened. When he had the time to reflect over everything he felt .. well, he hadn’t felt anything. There was no remorse for kissing Cole, none for making Britney feel like shit [not that that was anything new in the slightest], and he certainly felt nothing for having drunk and ruined all of Ford’s parent’s alcohol either. This wasn’t some type of after school special, this was reality. And in his reality, Nate felt badass. He’d just had the most amazing night of his life.

Because in life, there weren’t ramifications to issues immediately. No, you paid for your consequences the hard way: through karma. And what you did in the dark, was sure to come to light. As for how soon from now, no one wasn’t going to be able to tell; not that Nate cared.


He was on cloud nine.

For Now..