The bass vibrated through my body as I made my way around the party. I had always loved bon fire parties. This one made my Top Five despite the fact I was by myself; I found comfort in the mini forest surrounding us. I recognized girls from the dorm down the hall from my own and decided to go over.
“Hey! I’m Eva,” I said holding my hand out to the two girls.
“Kate and this is my roommate Sarah. You’re down the hall from us, right?”
“Yeah. 321 and that,” I said pointing at a thin strawberry blonde hanging on a jock, “is my roommate.”
“I am so sorry! Kira is such a bitch.”
Kate flipped her long black hair over her shoulder turning to look at four guys approaching us.
She threw herself into the arms of a guy with shaggy brown hair and a muscular build. Looking at the rest of them, I noticed they were all well built. Hmm…with delicious faces to match. Kate turned away to introduce Sarah and me to the Quartet of Hotness.
“Sarah, Eva, this is Pogue, my boyfriend,” she said as he extended his hand for a good, solid shake.
“I’m Caleb,” another brunette with close cropped hair took my hand next.
“Tyler,” a shorter guy blushed giving a weak shake of his hand.
“And I am Garwin, Reid Garwin,” Blondie spoke with bravado bringing my hand to his lips.
I hate to admit it, but my face flushed at the tingle his lips inspired. Sarah giggled when it was her turn to be wooed by Rico Suave. I rolled my eyes once I got my body under control.
“So where are you two from?” Caleb cleared his throat, steering the attention away from Reid, his gaze locked on Sarah.
“I transferred from Bos-“ Sarah started, only to be interrupted by my cow of a roommate.
“Boston Public, right? Tell me, how does one go from a public to Spenser?”
“The same way you got your rep for being the school bicycle; she earned it.”
Before I could even think about the consequences, the words tumbled out of my mouth. The group stared at me until Reid recovered first laughing.
“I think I’m in love! What’s your name again,” he asked placing an arm around my waist.
“Eva. I didn’t think that the Jameson was gonna kick in so fast, damn.”
At that point, Kira’s group of jocks and some guy came over to check out the commotion. I’m in deep shit. The head jock, Aaron I think, got in my face glaring.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Apologize!”
“I’m Eva, and where I come from we don’t apologize for calling it how we see it.” Oh yeah, that whiskey is definitely kicking in, hehehe.
Aaron looked at me for a moment then pushed Reid, figuring laying hands on me wasn’t a good idea.
“You posers make me wanna puke,” a lackey spoke up. At that moment a new guy showed up, on whose side was unclear.
“Whoa whoa whoa! There’s no need for that,” he said looking between Aaron and me, then glancing at Kira to say,” you were being kind of bitchy.”
“You new kids need to get something straight; around here what I say goes.”
I looked at Reid and busted out laughing, almost falling over.
“Here’s what you need to get straight, Burt, when a North Dakota girl is whiskey wasted you shut the hell up ’cause Lord knows how frisky she’s gonna get. For instance,” I said stepping closer, “am I gonna kiss you, or knock you on your ass,” I leaned in as if to steal a kiss then pushed his face away with my hand.
As Aaron stumbled back, the lackey that mention puking blew chunks all over the Varsity jacket coming closer. We scrambled away, trying to keep out of line of fire. How convenient is that?
“Guys, Dylan just called! He said he saw three cop cars headed this way on Old Dell Road,” a dj stopped the music to give a warning.
“Shit let’s go!”
The jockeys, Kira, and their puke covered leader bolted towards their cars. I swayed on my feet, wondering how I was gonna get back to the dorms. No way was I gonna walk all the way.
“Hey Sarah, mind if I hop in with you?”
We headed toward where she and the boys were parked, the other new kid following behind. I heard him ask for a ride as well. Isn’t Sarah just the sweetest for picking up lost puppies. I kept tripping over roots and other debris as we got closer. The new guy caught me, holding my arm as we reached the car.
“Eva, thanks again.”
“Thought that guy and I were about to go at it. His friend’s puking sure came at an opportune time.”
“Didn’t it though,” Reid said passing by us with Tyler, smirking.
In my drunken stupor, something about Reid’s attitude struck me as fishy and a turn on. This can’t be good. With Chase’s help, I made it into the back seat and waited for Sarah to start the car. The ignition wouldn’t catch and kept making that awful noise.
“My car won’t start!”
“Hop in with us,” Tyler offered.
“I can’t just leave it here!”
“I could fix it for you,” Reid said hopping out of the Hummer.
He walked over, raised the hood, and stood there. His hands making noise as he made adjustments for a few seconds.
“Try it again,” he said closing the hood.
Sarah turned the key again and the car roared to life.
“Thank you,” she called as she pulled out onto the trail to get us back to Spenser.
My head spun and I regretted those last few shots. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, breathing deeply, trying to catch my focus. School is gonna suck tomorrow.
We pulled into the school parking lot fifteen minutes later.
“Thanks again for the ride,” I slurred getting out of the back seat slowly, trying not to face plant.
“Are you gonna be okay?”
Kate had a look of concern etched on her face. Real concern, not that fake stuff people use when trying to hide how dumb they think you are for not knowing your limits.
“Oh yeah. Drink some water, eat a piece of toast, and a good night sleep and I’ll be golden.”
We walked into the building housing our dorms and parted at the girls’ dorm. Chase hung around to chat while I scurried for my room. I hoped Kira would still be on her way back with Aaron and leave me alone. Insulting her was not my brightest move.
As I drifted off, a nagging thought consumed me; I thought about how perfect and peculiar timing was tonight. Jock Boy blowing chunks and Reid’s phenomenal mechanic skills. I heard Kira’s key in the door and rolled over to feint sleep. Eva old girl, think nothing of it. Just the whiskey playing tricks.