The only class I've been bothered with this week has been music. And that's only because Matt and I get to practice. When we're not practising we're looking for people to complete our group or band. I don't know what to call us. The songs I've been writing lately need something. They need bass and drums.
The other classes I'm not really bothered about. I know what I want to do. I'll get there if it kills me. I won't be asking for Pierce The Veil's help either. It would be so easy to just support them for boast who I'm related to. But it wouldn't be us. I'd much rather skip classes to make it big. Or get kicked out of classes in the case of Maths.
But it's the weekend now. I'm going out tonight and I'm going to enjoy myself. I haven't gone out for so long. I'm not going to let him stop me. I am Effy, I can do this.
I'm wearing a pair of high waisted dark denim shorts with a tight pink button up shirt. I'm wearing a pair of high pink heels too. I haven't really told my grandparents that I'm going out. But I figure even if they find out it can't shock them too much - they raised Mike.
I looked back on my room to make sure everything was okay. I went to my window and opened it up. I climbed out and eased myself down by holding onto the drain pipe. I dropped down and blew my hair out of my face. Then I hurried out from the house and down the street.
When I reached the corner I saw everyone waiting for me. I went over and Matt wrapped his arms around me. I smiled into his shoulder and he kissed my cheek. "Did you get okay?" Matt asked me.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"What's the plan for tonight?" Paris asked.
"I want to get drunk!" I declared.
"Let's go to Eddie's," Kyle urged.
We started walking along the street. Josh brought out a pack of smokes and started passing them around. I got out my lighter and lit everyone up. I inhaled deeply and waited a while before I let it out.
Paris grabbed my hand and pulled me over to her. We weren't far from the bar now. She came by my ear. "You sure you're okay with this?" Paris asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Everything that happened before,"
"I'll be fine,"
"Effy," she sighed.
"I promise," I quickly said. Paris nodded and we walked closer to the bar. I used to come here often. We grinned at the bouncer and he shook his head at us.
"You'll get caught tonight," he warned.
"I'm too clever for that," I told him smoothly.
"Go in," he urged.
We walked inside and I pulled them over to the bar. I saw the familiar bar man and tapped my hands excitedly on the bar. He turned around and smiled lightly at me. "Not you again," he shook his head.
"I'm back. Did you miss me?"
"I missed you flirting with me,"
"Can I just get a drink?" I rolled my eyes.
"Usual everyone?" he asked and we all made noises of agreement.
We handed our money over. I grabbed my drink and took a deep gulp.
By the time someone had actually figured out we were under twenty one it was three am. I lost count how many drinks I've had and I know I've smoked more than one joint. But I don't care. I'm in a state of not caring. For the first time since him all I want is to get laid. I just want desperate, meaningless, thoughtless sex. I don't care that someone will be touching me. Maybe that's what I want - to be touched. I don't fear it anymore, I need it.
As we were walking home Matt had his arm wrapped around my waist. He was more drunk that I was. I couldn't even look at him as an option. I liked Matt. I didn't want that. We reached Matt's house and he kissed my lips sloppily before he stumbled over to his door.
Not long after Paris left. And so did Josh and Davie. That left Kyle. He was maybe the one I knew the least out of our group.
"You're grandparents going to be pissed?" he asked, taking a drag of his smoke. I looked at him and grinned.
"No, I'll just climb back in. They'll never even know,"
"Not even you are that good," he laughed.
"I am," I said. I took his smoke and finished it off. I saw my grandparents house and looked back to Kyle. "Come with me," I urged.
"What?"
"Come keep me company," I knew what I was doing perfectly. I was still good at this.
"Effy, come on," he sighed.
"I'm serious," I replied. Kyle looked down the street and sighed. Then he followed me. We went to the house and I climbed up. I slid inside through the window and straightened myself up. Kyle closed the window. He watched me as I flopped down on the bed.
"What you doing, Effy?" he asked quietly.
"What do you mean?"
"Why have you asked me?" he said but I stood up and silenced him with my lips. He started to kiss me back and I wrapped my arms around his neck. "You're with Matt," he gasped.
"I am," I agreed. But I kissed him again. Kyle held my waist and we fell down onto the bed. I kneeled by him and pulled my shirt up over my head. I pulled my shorts down and threw them somewhere. Kyle had already pulled his clothes off. Matt didn't matter to him anymore.
I climbed on top of him. I kissed down his neck and chest, leaving marks. His fingers were running through my hair. I pulled down his boxers and he reached up to take off my bra. I did it and slipped my pants off.
"Go down on me," Kyle growled.
"No," I shot back. "I don't do that," I said firmly. I lowered myself down onto Kyle and he grabbed my hips as I started moving back and forth, rolling my hips.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What is Effy doing? Any ideas behind her actions? Do you want her and Matt together? Or do you like crazy, kind of going insane Effy? :)