Get On Your Knees and Tell Me That You Love Me

11:00 pm.

We were all pretty drunk. The music was ten times louder, and the crowd was four times bigger. It stretched, making more people move to the beach, and people to go swimming in the water. I saw about 5 boobs, and ten butts.

I was laying in the middle of the patio, sucking on a tube to a beer funnel. A blonde girl in a skimpy blue bikini poured a can in. People were chanting 'Chug' over and over again. I felt the cold liquid spill over my chest, and torso. The chanting turned into cheers, and the liquid wasn't falling into my throat. I stood up, and threw my arms up in victory. I wiped my mouth off, then turned to go find Jack who had left to go pee.

I stumbled through the crowd of people, and walked into the house. I heard a slurpy kiss, and a gasp in my left ear. I turned around. My eyebrows shot up. Molly was pressed against the wall by a buff guy in the empty kitchen. She didn't look like she enjoyed it. He was down in the cape of her neck. I walked over. "Hey!" I said. I tapped him on the shoulder. "Get off her."

Molly raised her eyes in disbelief. She shoved him off of her, and put her arms around her chest. "Little sissy, little sissy, jealous?"

I shook my head. "I didn't know where you went. Don't have sex, Mols. He's a tool."

The guy cocked his head at me, then left.

"I'll be back," I told her. "I'm going to find Jack. Go get Alex, and stay with him this time."

She rolled her big eyes, "I'm not taking orders from you!"

I started walking. "Whatever!" I called behind me.

I went around the corner. It had been at least 15 minutes since Jack wanted to pee, where would he have been? I walked to the bathroom. The door was open, and dark inside. Maybe there was another bathroom somewhere.

Suddenly I was shoved against the dark red wall. I let a surprised gasp out. The guy that was all over Macy had his hands gripping my arms tightly. His mouth was on the bottom of neck, nibbling at skin. I whimpered, "Get off of me," but the more I had said it, he would grip tighter on my arms. He got his body against mine, making it unable to move. "I'll scream! Someone will find us, please!"

He looked at me with dark eyes. "Scream," his voice was shallow and deep. "And you're dead."

I felt his hands loosen, and move to my stomach, down to my buckle. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. He unbuckled my shorts, pushing them down. I thanked god I remembered to put on underwear. The jeans fell down my thighs, to my feet. Dead or not, I couldn't just stand there. I let out a throaty scream. I clenched my eyes, chest heaving from sobs. I was drunk, and vulnerable.

Loud footsteps came around the corner. I opened my eyes widely, and saw Jack, Alex, and Molly, looking at me bewildered. The guy looked at them, and got off. I dropped down, and picked my shorts back on my butt. I buckled them.

"Nothing going on," the guy said. "Th-this is my girlfriend."

Jack widened his eyes, and shook his head. "Wrong. That's MY girlfriend."

Molly pulled me into her. I wiped my eyes, not wanting anyone to see me crying.

Sure, the guy was buff. But Jack still was taller. He walked over to the guy. "What were you going to do to her?" he said, dripping with venom.

"Nothing, man. Let's just call this a misunderstanding, okay?"

Jack raised his arm back, and then clenched his fist. With a single sweep of his arm, the guy was clenching his bloody nose. Jack widened his eyes.

"Go, Jack!" Alex said. "Now let's get out of here before-"

The guy regained himself, turning out to clip Jack in the jaw. Jack stumbled back. Alex stepped forward, and punched him.

In a blink of the eye, another guy came around the corner. He must've been the other dude's friend, and everyone started to fight. I buried my face in my hands, not wanting to see. Alex, and Jack pulled themselves out of the pile, and Jack tugged at my arms. We ran through the house, through the people, and out. We stumbled out on the front lawn, taking gasps for air.

Alex had a bloody lip. Jack was a swollen jaw, and a bloody lip, only worse the Alex's.

He engulfed me in a tight hug. "Are you okay?"

I nodded into his chest. "Yeah. Thank you. How's your face?"

"Hurting. But it's okay. I did it out of love."

I giggled. "I'm still really drunk."

"Let's go back, and sleep."

Only we didn't go back to sleep, we went back, and skinny dipped. Then we went to a club, got even more drunk. I had sex again with Jack in the club's bathroom (Condom on), stumbled into the downtown strip, and then walked into a building and that was all I remembered.

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When I woke up on the foreign ground, I looked around. It looked like a studio apartment's bathroom. There was confetti everywhere, a beer bottles. I wasn't wearing a shirt. Jack was laying next to me, snoring. Molly was onto of Alex, fully clothed, making weird sounds. Oh, how she was a weird sleeper.

My head hurt, my body ached, and I only wanted to puke. I needed to go back to the hotel.

I found a random shirt, and threw it over my head. I knelt next to Jack, and shook him. "Jack," I whispered.

His breath hitched, and he opened one eye. "Hey."

"I don't feel well, let's go."

He nodded, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes, making sure not to touch his fat, bloody lip. We woke the other two, and left in complete silence.

The rest of the day was quiet. Jack, and I laid in bed watching movies. My mom called, so I had to act healthy. I puked after, Jack holding my hair back.

5 more days to go, and I had no idea what would be in store.

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