I Hate You...I Think (24 page)

             
"Wow," Jake laughed. "At least we found out the one thing Ever will run away from."

             
"Shut up, Jake!"

             
"Why are you talking to her about...sex?" Jet asked disgusted at the fact that his little sister even knew what the word meant.

             
Don't answer that," Oliver spoke as Kimmy opened her mouth.

             
"Kimmy, I understand now where you’re going with this. Ever and I will...you know talk about this when the time comes. All you’re doing is making her embarrassed. Actually, I think she might faint if you keep on," he laughed wrapping his arm around me.

             
"Dude!" Alex said. “You two haven't done it?"

             
"I think it's time to go now!" I announced.

             
"Ever, is a virgin still," Kimmy told Alex casually.

             
"Thank you, Kimmy!! Can we stop talking about sex now?!"

             
"Wait, you two have?" Jet asked addressing Kimmy and Alex.

             
"Err..." Alex started looking guilty.

             
"I'm not a baby," Kimmy frowned.

             
"You’re still our baby sister," Tyler said stepping away from the wall. I was shocked to hear him talk.

             
"Would you rather me be with Alex or some guy you don't know?" Kimmy asked. Tyler and Jet looked at Alex and shrugged.

             
"Yeah I guess your right but yuck," Jet gagged.

              I swayed to the beat of the music, the rhythm pulsing in my head, as my body moved to the beat. How I loved dancing. I loved the feeling of Oliver's hands on my waist. My head was clouded and I felt slightly dizzy as the alcohol in my veins made my body heat up. Money honey filled my ears and I spun around grabbing Oliver's waist. He smirked as he twirled me out and pulled me back to him. I twisted my hips into his.

             
"That's money honey, when touch me it's so delicious," I sang softly into his ear, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer if it was even possible. He chuckled.

             
"You’re drunk," he muttered, gently pulling me away.

             
"I know," I muttered. I knew I wouldn't be acting this way if I wasn't. Ignoring that thought I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He laughed softly again pulling me away.

             
"Save that for later," he grinned.

             
"Why?" I frowned going in to kiss him again. He held me away from him.

             
"Because Bunny, there are people around," he whispered in my ear. I grinned at the use of his nickname for me. He pulled me close into his chest and we swayed back and forth.

             
All of the sudden there was yelling over the music, turning in the direction of the commotion I seen two guy’s fist fighting with a blonde girl standing in the middle of them. I laughed as another girl ran over and took the blonde down to the ground.

             
Oliver groaned, "I'll be back."

             
Kissing my head he headed over to break up the fight. Still laughing at the scene before me I stumbled toward the bar area. Tyler and Jet were making drinks while Jake was leaning against the wall beside them with a girl on each arm.

             
"Hey Jake!" I exclaimed plopping down on a stool behind Jet, who handed me a bottle of water.

             
"You’re wasted," he chuckled.

             
"Nah-ah," I stuck my tongue at him.

             
"Yes-huh," Jake laughed.

             
"Jaky?" One of the girls pouted. Her skin was tanned to the point she could pass as a leather bag, and her bleached hair did not make her look as pretty as she thought she was. Her skirt was barely covering anything and she wore a tube top that might have been a head band.

             
"Who is she?" she whined. "I thought you were going to show me your car?"

             
"No, he was going to show me," the other glared. She was no better. Where she might not be tanned as much as the other she had dark brown hair with blonde underneath. Her leather pants and top were so tight they might as well be an extra skin. No telling what disease lay on the other side of those pants.

             
"Ladies, I'll show you both," Jake smiled then winked at me.

             
I gagged, which caused Jet to laugh. Both girls turned to me.

             
"Who are you anyways?" the burnt toast girl asked in a snotty voice, throwing her nose up in the air like a pig. I laughed at the thought of hearing her oink.

             
"Don't ignore me," she screeched her voice like nails on a chalkboard.

             
I looked at her grinning, "So where did you get those?" I asked, pointing at her boob job.

             
She looked shocked. "I...uh."

             
"Doesn't matter," I waved my hand dismissively. "Though, I would get my money back. He did a horrible job, they're lopsided."

             
She gasp in horror and started looking down.

             
"OH WAIT!" I exclaimed trying not to laugh. She looked back up quickly.

             
"There it is!" I shouted pointing at the floor. She spun around and scanned the floor with a look of sheer horror on her face.

             
Jake, Jet, Tyler and anyone else who was near burst out laughing hysterically. The girl turned as red as a tomato and it wasn't from embarrassment.

             
"Jake! Are you going to let this..." she looked me up at down. "Little brat, talk to me like that?" She demanded.

             
Jake scoffed, "Please I'd choose Ever over you any day." Jake smiled at me.

             
The girl gave a shriek and turned on her heels storming away with everyone laughing and pointing after her.

             
"Jake?" the other girl asked tracing circles on his chest. I looked around Jake at her and scrunched up my nose.

             
"Jeez, Jake you sure know how to choose them. Have you had yourself checked for aids?" I asked looking up at him. He started laughing so hard he began coughing. The girl glared at me; tossing her hair over her shoulder she followed the other bimbo through the crowd.

             
"Dang Ever, with you around I'm never going to get laid," Jake commented staring after the girl, shaking his head.

             
"Think of it as saving you. I'm sure they had some incurable disease," I grinned patting his arm. He warped his arm around me and pulled me into his side his body vibrating from laughter. The movement suddenly turned my stomach over.

             
"I'm going to be sick," I spoke before bolting through the crowd.

I reached the back door and knew I'd never make it up stairs in time. Throwing the door open I stepped out the fresh air hittin
g me and I retched my guts up holding my hair back as I did. After I had finally stopped I stayed kneeling there a moment catching my breath. I was almost completely sober now. My throat burnt and my stomach felt as if it had rocks in it.

             
"That looks fun," someone commented behind me. I shot up instantly and jumped away careful not to step in the putrid waste on the ground. Eien smirked at my reaction.

             
"What are you doing out here?" I asked but my voice didn't come off as strong as I hoped.

I
stumbled a little clearly not as sober as I thought I was. Eien started walking forward his face suddenly a blank mask. I stumbled back and tripped over my own feet falling to the ground. He stopped looming over me. He knelt down and I tried backing up more but he grabbed my arms stopping me.

             
"Just wanted to remind you before you go off on your little trip with Oliver," he smirked. I shoved at him but he grabbed my chin hard making me look at him.

             
"Keep your mouth shut about what I told you. Do you understand?"

             
I clenched my jaw like a stubborn child, not about to speak to him. He squeezed my face, a whimper left my lips before I could stop it.

             
"Do. You. Understand." he growled. I tried to speak but he was holding my face to tight I couldn't open my mouth. So I tried nodding my head bobbed only an inch, but it was enough for him. He slung me away from him into the dirt. My head hit the dirt slightly hard than I expected, though the alcohol clouding my mind and physical reaction time didn't help. A headache spread from the back of my skull to the front making little dots dance in my vision.

             
"Ever!" I heard Oliver's alarmed voice ring in my ears. He ran to my side lifting my body into his arms. I groaned as the movement shot more pain through my head.

             
"Open your eyes," Oliver demanded. I did slowly blinking a few times.

             
"Don't ever let me drink again," I muttered. He chuckled softly looking relieved.

             
"How did you end up on the ground? Jake said you ran off ten minutes ago talking about being sick but you weren't in the bathroom."

             
"I didn't make it," I told him. He lifted me up and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

             
"I see that," he muttered, I could image him wrinkling his nose in disgust clearly seeing where I had spilled my guts.

             
"I'm assuming you tripped."

That smirk I'm sure planted firmly on his face.

              "Yeah," I muttered...it wasn't exactly a lie. Guilt spread through me. My heart clenched at the thought of lying to him. It didn't last long as I slipped into unconsciousness.

Chapter Fourteen

              I woke curled up against something warm and smooth. I smiled to myself knowing it was Oliver. Peeling my eyes open it was dark. I didn't move knowing my stomach would not like it. I laid there for a moment listening to Oliver's soft breathing and his heart beating ever so gently under my ear.

             
Then I noticed something. My legs were extremely cold. Slowly I lifted my head to look down at myself. It was stupid knowing I couldn't see in the dark.

I ran my hands over the shirt I was wearing. It was large and
definitely not mine. I also realized I wasn't wearing any pants or anything. My cheeks flushed. The smell of tag spray, body wash, and whatever detergent Oliver used hit me.

             
I lifted the collar of the shirt to my nose and inhaled. Yep, it was definitely Oliver's shirt. This only made me blush ten times worse. Had he changed me? That thought made my already sensitive stomach do a back flip. I noticed how horrible my stomach felt then and the burning slowly crawling up my esophagus reached the back of my throat. I cringed. Oliver slowly stirred next to me. He rolled over placing his arms around me and tried to pull me back down in bed.

             
"No..." I told him pushing him away gently. He lifted his head off the pillow to look at me.

             
"Are you okay?" he asked his voice thick with sleep and worry.

             
"I have a hangover," I told him holding my turning stomach. He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh.

             
"Remind me to not eat hot coals again please."

             
This time he let out a chuckle and sat up.

             
"Give me a sec and I'll help that," he smiled reaching over and kissing my nose. A smile spread across my face.

             
"Lie on your left side and don't move much," he told me throwing the blankets back. I lay back cringing.

             
"Your left side, Ever," he laughed. Slowly I rolled to my side my back to him. I heard his bedroom door open then close again.

             
I must have dosed off because before I knew it he was back. My stomach not any better at all.