“This is such bullshit,” Mike groaned beside me as we walked towards lunch. He had gotten a F on the last math test; our teacher assigned us seats and he ended up being on the other side of the room from me. “My mom is going to fucking skin me.”

“Babe, your grade won’t drop that much I promise,” I kissed his cheek and pulled him towards our lunch table. He folded up the test and put it into his back pocket before sitting down. I handed him his lunch, “Here.”

“You still don’t feel well?” Cam asked from across the table.

“I have no appetite,” I lied through my teeth while shrugging.

“She puked this morning,” Mike mumbled from beside me with a mouth full of food.

Abbey gave me a sad smile, “I hope you feel better. I know how much you love food.”

“Yeah.” I smiled softly, “Me too.”

“So who is ready to be done with school for the next five days? I know I am!” Casey cheered from beside me. “Are we still on for the party tonight?”

“Hell yeah,” Mike laughed. “My parents aren’t going to be home and Vic already invited a shit ton of people. It’s going to be great. Babe, do you think you’ll be able to stay the night?”

“Probably. I’ll just say I’m staying at Abbey’s again, but I can’t have a hangover for Thanksgiving dinner and neither can you,” I poked his arm and he rolled his eyes. “I’m serious, Mike. That didn’t go over too well last year.”

“Okay,” he grumbled and popped a grape into his mouth.

“I still can’t get over the ring you got Cass for your anniversary,” Abbey smiled.

“Me either,” I smiled, looking down at the shiny ring on my left middle finger. It was gold and diamonds and shaped like a snake. It cost him $400, which pissed me off, but I was so happy with it.

“She deserved it,” he laughed and tapped his head on mine.


The school day went by pretty fast. We were able to get out around 12:30, and then we had Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off due to Thanksgiving. Mike’s parents went down to Mexico to spend time with his dad’s family because they got off work for the week and left Vic and Mike at home. Vic had to work during the week and couldn’t take the time off, he needed the money because he was saving up to move out. Mike wasn’t going to go to Mexico because number one, he wanted to throw a party, and number two, he always spent Thanksgiving at my house with my family. I helped the guys clean the house up and put all breakable items in places where they couldn’t be smashed... which meant locking them in his parents room downstairs. A few of Vic’s friends were picking up beer for the keg, and also bringing some bottles for us. If you were coming to the party you were paying $5 for unlimited keg use, or you had to bring your own bottle. After we got the house ready and ate something for dinner, Mike took a shower and I laid in his bed watching The Real World.

He came in the room with a towel wrapped around his hips, his hip bones peeking out of the top, and droplets of water all over his body. My eyes left the television and followed him as he walked to the mirror and ran his hands through the shaggy mess on the top of his head, his roots starting to come in dark. He examined his face in the mirror, making sure he didn’t miss any spots shaving, and then walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of black boxer briefs and slipped them on, then took his towel and hung it on the back of his door.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he rummaged through his drawers looking for a pair of pants.

“I feel okay right now,” I replied. “What pants are you looking for?”

“The only non-ripped black pair I own,” he grumbled, still rummaging and slamming drawers.

“They’re on top of your tv, babe,” I laughed as she slammed the drawer closed he was in and grabbed the pants and pulled them on.

He opened up his closet and pulled out two flannel shirts, “Red and black or blue and black?”

“Red.”

“What shirt underneath?” He asked while going through his closet again, the smell of weed becoming heavy in the room.

“Wear your white Nirvana one with the black writing,” I smiled when he pulled it out and slipped it on him. “That’s my favorite shirt.”

He grinned and put his flannel on, rolling the sleeves up before slamming his closet doors closed and spraying his cologne like twenty times, “I know. You’ve only tried to steal it a thousand times.” He looked at himself in the mirror and messed with his gauges, “So Casey and I were looking into buying piercing needles.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “For what purpose?”

“Why not?” He shrugged, “I want my medusa done, and then you’ve always your nose pierced, I can do it for you.”

“I am not going to trust you or Casey to shove a needle through my skin,” I cringed at the thought.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Are you wearing that?”

“Yeah, why? What’s wrong with it?” I asked while standing up from the bed and started walking towards him.

“Nothing, you look cute,” he smiled and wrapped his arms around me. He placed a kiss on my nose, “I think you’re getting shorter.”

“No, you just keep growing,” I laughed and pushed him away. “Now come on, I hear people and I want to party!”


We got into the living room and there was a mass of people already drinking. The music was loud and I saw a lot of familiar faces from school, some people who had already graduated, and then there were some people that I had never seen before in my life. I shrugged and made my way over to the kitchen, going in the freezer and grabbing my bottle of vodka and Mike’s bottle of whiskey. He smiled when I handed it to him, then grabbed my hand and pulled me into the sea of people.

“Cassie!” Stephanie, my back spot, squealed. “You look so god damn cute!”

“Thank you,” I blushed while taking a shot from my bottle. I then looked her up and down, taking in her bleach blonde hair and perfect body, “You look great too. As usual!”

“Thanks baby doll,” she kissed my cheek. She then turned to Mike, “Hey, Mike.”

“Hey,” he mumbled before engaging back into conversation with Jeremy and Cam.

“Can’t believe you two have made it together for so long,” she laughed. “It’s still so wild to me that little Cassandra Merjos is dating the most popular guy in Mission Bay.”

“Two years, Steph,” I laughed. She was one of the girls that hated me when I first came to Mission Bay as a freshman. She was a year older than me and felt that it was insane that I made it onto the varsity team as a flyer my freshman year. When she found out Mike and I started dating she instantly became very nice to me, and I was always leery of her because of that. “Are the other girls here?” I asked, trying to break away from conversation with her.

“Yeah, a few of them are over by the keg. Put a good word for me in with your man’s big brother, okay? I’m trying to get under that tonight.” She smirked. I wanted to gag so I just took another shot from my bottle.

I pulled on Mike’s sleeve and he turned and looked at me, “I’m going to go hang out with the girls, okay?” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and muttered for me to have fun. “Bye, Steph,” I smiled as I walked off in direction of the keg in the kitchen. Katie, Abbey and Sam were all standing around it with red solo cups in their hands. “WHAT UP BITCHES!” I yelled as I entered the kitchen. “You guys were my chance to break away from Steph the Slut.”

“Gross,” Abbey made a disgusted face. “She try to talk to Mike while you were over there?”

“Duh. And he didn’t even really acknowledge her. Then she told me to put a good word in for her with Vic... barf,” I laughed while drinking out of my bottle again, swallowing the equivalence of two shots.

Sam rolled her eyes, “If anyone needs a good night with Vic it’s me. Not that bitch.”

“Stop,” I groaned, my throat burning from the vodka. “He’s like my brother and you’re like my sister and... that’s gross.”

“And Cassie is slurring her words already!” Abbey laughed and held her hand out, “Give me a shot of that shit!” I handed my bottle to each of the girls, all of them taking a shot out of it. “God, I cannot wait to be fucked up.”

“You’re telling me. I just want to have drunk, dirty sex with Cam,” Katie giggled. I’m Just A Girl by No Doubt came on and she grabbed my wrist, “Come dance with me!”


I danced around with the girls for hours, allowing the movements of my body to fuel my need for more and more alcohol. We were all laughing and carrying on - our little group of the four of us. I felt my bottle get taken out of my hand, and I stopped dancing and turned around a little too fast, losing my balance and having to grab onto the wall for support. Mike stood in front of me with an amused smile on his face.

“Why did you take my alky!” I whined in a baby voice, reaching forward for it.

“You’re trashed,” he laughed. “I was going to see if you wanted to smoke with me, but I know it’s going to put you on your ass for the rest of the night.”

I bit my lip and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around his torso, “I don’t want to smoke weed but I could use a cigarette.”

“I’m making you start bad habits,” he laughed as he kissed my lips. He told me to wait outside for him, so I stood on the back deck in the dark. It was kind of chilly, and I pulled my sleeves down and held them with my hands to keep warm. He came out with a cigarette in one hand, and a joint in the other, closing the sliding glass door behind him. “Here,” he said while placing it in my mouth and lighting it. I raised my hand to the cigarette and took a puff. I was sitting in the plastic chair I normally sat in and Mike was in his normal spot on the railing. He lit up his joint and took a hit before turning to look at me, “Come stand with me.”

I swayed my way up from my seat and stood next to him. He wrapped his right arm around my torso and pulled me into his side while we smoked. I sighed while looking up at the sky, it was bright with a full moon. “I love seeing you so happy,” I rubbed my head against his shoulder.

He let out a chuckle, “You remind me of a kitten when you do that.”

“I’m your kitten,” I giggled and let out a meow before rubbing my head against him again.

“Kitten. That’s a cute name for you,” he finished his joint and kissed the top of my head.

“I can dig it,” I smiled and looked up at him. He bent down and captured my lips with his. He wasn’t nearly as drunk as me, but his high was coming along heavy. I loved high Mike. He was so sexy. I pulled my lips from his and looked into his eyes. His eyelids were heavy and he had a dopey smile on his face, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he licked over his lip, making that lip ring shine in the moon light. “So am I getting treated tonight?” He was always such a sleazeball when he was high and drunk at the same time. I loved it.

I shrugged, “I still want to dance some." I smiled and kissed his adam's apple, "How about I wake you up to a blow job and we go at it in the morning? I’m scared to do it tonight because I know I’m going to have a hot date with the toilet within the next hour.”

He laughed while running his right hand through my hair, “I’ll hold your hair back. Don’t worry.”

Notes

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Cassie's Party Clothes

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