We Are The Rebellious Youth
Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Best Wing-woman
Mickey’s POV:
“Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun!” The girl next to me driving the car squealed as she slowly applied the brakes before we came to a complete halt.
“I’m sure it will be,” I breathed out with a soft chortle and undid my seatbelt.
“You’ve got to be the ultimate wingwoman,” Olivia grinned excitedly and took her keys out of the ignition. “Trust me, this guy is worth it.”
“Okay, I will be, calm down,” I chuckled and got out of the car.
She was next to me, the car’s lights flashing to signal it was locked, in no time. “Don’t be tempted by him. I’ve been trying to get with him for ages.”
“Don’t worry. I have a boyfriend, remember?” I told her, hoping to calm her nerves. And who would I be to go after a guy a friend was going after?
“Right, right. It’s just going to be so much fun!” She ran off towards the front door, eager to get into the house with loud music.
To be honest, I really didn’t care for frat parties--or at least that was the description this party could fall under. It wasn’t very busy or crazy or anything, but it was at the house her brother (a.k.a. My very first ‘boyfriend’) stayed at now that he was studying at university. The only reason I came was because Olivia asked me to come along. These kinds of parties were never my favorite, but I did it for her. I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to reconnect with her.
Although the music was quite loud, the room wasn’t packed full with sweaty human bodies. Either this party hadn’t reached it peak yet, was past is peak, or it just wasn’t the kind of party that everybody was invited to. Given when we arrived, however, I assumed the real thing was only going to go down in a matter of time.
Usually, I would go straight to the drinks, pour myself a few before downing those and getting myself a few more. This time, I didn’t get to do that. While the alcohol was just out of reach--all that was needed was minimal effort--Olivia pulled me along. With how enthusiastically she was walking in one particular direction, I could tell she found the guy she was interested in.
There were two couches pushed close together in a corner, two male figures sitting on them while talking, drinks on the coffee table just two feet away. Olivia grinned excitedly and pulled on my arm even harder. She was just a few tugs away from pulling out my arm.
“There’s my boys!” She announced as she finally let go of me and rushed up to them.
She hugged her brother first, but not for too long. Not much later, She was clinging to the other guy and squeezed herself into the space between him and the armrest. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Guys, this is Mickey,” she introduced after she had established her place. “Brian, you should remember her.”
“Well, well, well,” Brian, her brother, gave me a smirk look, “I was right. The girl who nearly ran me over was the infamous Monica.”
“Listen to your sister,” I retorted back, already feeling my fist naturally ball up due to his behaviour, yet still let myself fall onto the opposite end of the couch he was sitting on, “it’s Mickey.”
He just gave me an amused grin. “What were you up to anyway?”
“Oh, you know, the usual,” I shrugged and put my feet up on the coffee table, “orgies, drugs, alcohol, fire.”
“Well, you have changed a lot since I last saw you, Mickey,” he grinned. “Only for the better.”
“Yeah, and you’ve changed into a douche.”
“Hey, that’s my brother you’re talking about!’ Olivia defended with a giggle.
“I know.” I nodded and looked around. “Now, is anybody going to get us drinks or not?”
Brian nodded at his friend, who’s name I still didn’t know, and gave him a small tap against his shoulder before beckoning to come with him. They both got up and left to the kitchen to get us all drinks. With them gone, Olivia and I shuffled closer to each other on our respective couches to go over our game plan.
“Isn’t he hot?” She squealed a little.
“Your brother?” I frowned, unsure what the fuck she was trying to do.
“No, no, Mason. He’s hot, right?” She looked in his general direction.
“I mean, I didn’t really have a good look at him. But we’ll do anything to get you with him. Just follow my lead if it comes to it.”
She nodded as the guys came back to us. Mason gave Olivia the second drink he had and Brian gave me his. I was just trying to be a good wingwoman, but so far it seemed like Mason was also trying to get something out of Olivia, so that was good. Sure, it was little weird she was into her brother’s best friend, but I couldn’t really judge.
And while I was trying to be a good wingwoman, and while I knew exactly what all of that meant, Brian putting his hand on my thigh did not sit right with me. It wasn’t just a friendly touch, is was up too high for that. Although it was my job to keep him distracted and to hype up Olivia, I also couldn’t betray my relationship with Alex for this. I had never been in this predicament before.
I just looked down past my drink and at his hand for a second. “Umm, excuse me?”
He hummed in response and looked at me, rubbing his thumb up and down. “Huh? Something wrong with you drink?”
“Well, yeah, it’s wine, that’s never a good choice. But don’t touch me.”
“Playing hard to get, are we?”
I shrugged and downed the wine he gave me so it would at least have the chance of getting me towards a buzz. Of course, I didn’t want him to think I was playing hard to get. I just didn’t want him touching me since I was in a fucking relationship. But then again, I couldn't tell him that because it would cause him to ask Mason to set him up with another girl and ignore Olivia. Maybe him thinking I was playing hard to get was a good thing. He would keep trying to get with me even though I could continue to reject him. However, something didn’t feel right about this night.
“Woah, easy there, girl,” Mason chuckled as I threw the cup onto the coffee table.
“You guys should have given me something stronger, it’s not my problem,” I responded.
“Take mine,” he offered with a wink.
On one hand, I couldn’t take it because Olivia was pining over him. On the other, however, I really wanted that drink. It was just a drink, it couldn’t mean much. So, I took it from him and took a sip. It was just a simple rum and coke. So, I downed that shit as well.
“Oh, wow, you’re just going hard, aren’t you?” Mason pointed out, obviously amused.
“This is nothing, you guys just don’t go hard enough.”
“Well, then, I’ll just have to go get us some more drinks.”
It didn’t take much longer until the table had multiple cups scattered all over it along with some bottles. The place had filled up quite drastically and there were people everywhere. Brian was still trying his advances, but I continued to reject him. The key was to not be too harsh, just harsh enough for him to want me more. Olivia and Mason weren’t having as much luck, though. For some reason, Olivia was attempting, but Mason was interacting just a little too much with me and Brian.
I needed to take action.
I gave Olivia the look that told her to trust me and stood up. She grabbed the hand I held out for her and I pulled her along with me to where everybody was dancing.
“Just follow what I do, okay?” I told her. “Guys always love this.”
As soon as she gave me a nod, I started dancing with her. To get her into it, it started out normal, but there was a specific direction this had to go into. She was drunk enough to be okay with this. I, however, had to act more drunk than I actually was. Honestly, I was already acting it for quite a while. I knew it was time to do so when the guys were starting to go under faster than I was. It wasn’t that I thought I had to be more of a lightweight, I just didn’t want them to continue drinking until I reached the same point. I didn’t need alcohol poisoning on my hands.
When Olivia was finally into the music, I started properly dancing with her--no, not just dancing, grinding. She seemed to be having fun, so that was good. But did the guys feel the same way. I took a look back at them and they were both grinning at us, so I decided to put myself into it fully.
A few songs later, I brought Olivia back to the couches and told the guys it was my time to get drinks. I was mainly using it as an excuse to down some myself in the kitchen before coming back with one more drink for everybody else.
As I was pouring myself a drink, I felt and arm wrap around my waist. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the touch for now, and put down the bottle. After taking a sip of my drink, I was fully expecting to turn around and see Brian making yet another one of his attempts that I could shoot down. But that wasn’t the case. A pair of lips were on mine immediately.
It took awhile for me to understand what the fuck was happening, but as soon as it hit me, my eyes went wide. I didn’t see Brian’s brown hair, but I did see Mason’s black hair. With the situation developing, I quickly pushed him away and looked at him with a wild look.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I yelped, trying to wipe the corruption from my lips, not caring how rude it seemed.
“What?” He chuckled with a shake of his head. “You don’t need to worry. Brian and I have this deal that if a girl is into the other one, we are allowed to take them instead. It’s okay, he won’t be offended.”
“You think this has something to do with Brian?!”
“You’ve been rejecting him the entire night. I saw you giving me those looks on the dance floor. Brian really won’t mind.”
“This has nothing to do with me hurting Brian. I don’t give a fuck. I have a fucking boyfriend, I wasn’t going to go home with either of you. Are you insane?”
“What he doesn’t know doesn’t count,” he shrugged and advanced again.
“Dude!” I shouted and pushed him away again. “I am no way drunk enough for you to take advantage of me. You’ve gotta check your morals again.”
I stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting to stay with him any longer. Although I knew I had to go and warn Olivia and save her from heartbreak, I decided to make a trip to the bathroom first. I had to cool down before I did something I was going to regret.
I splashed my face with some cold water and went over everything again. Honestly, I still couldn’t really comprehend it. I couldn’t recall giving him any sign that this was what I wanted. I just had to find a way to tell Olivia without her getting too hurt. And, of course, I had to find a way to get her away from the guys in the first place.
But I didn’t have to worry about that.
When I opened the bathroom door, Olivia was already there waiting for me.
I sighed out in relief. “Oh my god, Olivia, I need to--”
“You fucking bitch,” she seethed. “Do you think you can just get away with what you did?! You think you can just make out with him without me finding out. Why the fuck would you fucking do it in a public place. The least you could do was spare me from seeing it and go straight to the fucking bedroom!”
“No, that’s not--”
“You know, when all the other girls at school called you a slut, I defended you. I thought you were better than that. I knew you would never fucking do it to me. But they were right. You don’t give a shit about anybody. All you care about is yourself and about who you can get into bed next. You just use everybody.”
“Olivia, I can expl--”
“I get why your mother didn’t fucking want you when your parents got a divorce. She could just tell you were going to be whoring around. You deserved to be with your father. You are both good for nothing deadbeats. You can’t keep a relationship. You’ll just be a drunk living in your own filth. I don’t understand why your mom hasn’t fucking disowned you yet. You do not deserve the Kingsley name, Barker.”
I bolted out of there, tears slowly running down my cheeks. Here I was, hoping to get my old childhood friend back, and she turned on me so quickly.
I quickly pulled out my phone as soon as I was outside on the road and called the only person I knew wouldn’t judge me for crying.
“I don’t care how horny you are, I don’t care how much you try to convince me, I will not be taking advantage of you when drunk,” Alex said sternly down the phone.
“I know,” I sniffled and tried drying away the tears that kept falling. “Can you come and pick me up?”
“What's wrong?”
“Just please come and pick me up,” I begged.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
“Oh my god, this is going to be so much fun!” The girl next to me driving the car squealed as she slowly applied the brakes before we came to a complete halt.
“I’m sure it will be,” I breathed out with a soft chortle and undid my seatbelt.
“You’ve got to be the ultimate wingwoman,” Olivia grinned excitedly and took her keys out of the ignition. “Trust me, this guy is worth it.”
“Okay, I will be, calm down,” I chuckled and got out of the car.
She was next to me, the car’s lights flashing to signal it was locked, in no time. “Don’t be tempted by him. I’ve been trying to get with him for ages.”
“Don’t worry. I have a boyfriend, remember?” I told her, hoping to calm her nerves. And who would I be to go after a guy a friend was going after?
“Right, right. It’s just going to be so much fun!” She ran off towards the front door, eager to get into the house with loud music.
To be honest, I really didn’t care for frat parties--or at least that was the description this party could fall under. It wasn’t very busy or crazy or anything, but it was at the house her brother (a.k.a. My very first ‘boyfriend’) stayed at now that he was studying at university. The only reason I came was because Olivia asked me to come along. These kinds of parties were never my favorite, but I did it for her. I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to reconnect with her.
Although the music was quite loud, the room wasn’t packed full with sweaty human bodies. Either this party hadn’t reached it peak yet, was past is peak, or it just wasn’t the kind of party that everybody was invited to. Given when we arrived, however, I assumed the real thing was only going to go down in a matter of time.
Usually, I would go straight to the drinks, pour myself a few before downing those and getting myself a few more. This time, I didn’t get to do that. While the alcohol was just out of reach--all that was needed was minimal effort--Olivia pulled me along. With how enthusiastically she was walking in one particular direction, I could tell she found the guy she was interested in.
There were two couches pushed close together in a corner, two male figures sitting on them while talking, drinks on the coffee table just two feet away. Olivia grinned excitedly and pulled on my arm even harder. She was just a few tugs away from pulling out my arm.
“There’s my boys!” She announced as she finally let go of me and rushed up to them.
She hugged her brother first, but not for too long. Not much later, She was clinging to the other guy and squeezed herself into the space between him and the armrest. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
“Guys, this is Mickey,” she introduced after she had established her place. “Brian, you should remember her.”
“Well, well, well,” Brian, her brother, gave me a smirk look, “I was right. The girl who nearly ran me over was the infamous Monica.”
“Listen to your sister,” I retorted back, already feeling my fist naturally ball up due to his behaviour, yet still let myself fall onto the opposite end of the couch he was sitting on, “it’s Mickey.”
He just gave me an amused grin. “What were you up to anyway?”
“Oh, you know, the usual,” I shrugged and put my feet up on the coffee table, “orgies, drugs, alcohol, fire.”
“Well, you have changed a lot since I last saw you, Mickey,” he grinned. “Only for the better.”
“Yeah, and you’ve changed into a douche.”
“Hey, that’s my brother you’re talking about!’ Olivia defended with a giggle.
“I know.” I nodded and looked around. “Now, is anybody going to get us drinks or not?”
Brian nodded at his friend, who’s name I still didn’t know, and gave him a small tap against his shoulder before beckoning to come with him. They both got up and left to the kitchen to get us all drinks. With them gone, Olivia and I shuffled closer to each other on our respective couches to go over our game plan.
“Isn’t he hot?” She squealed a little.
“Your brother?” I frowned, unsure what the fuck she was trying to do.
“No, no, Mason. He’s hot, right?” She looked in his general direction.
“I mean, I didn’t really have a good look at him. But we’ll do anything to get you with him. Just follow my lead if it comes to it.”
She nodded as the guys came back to us. Mason gave Olivia the second drink he had and Brian gave me his. I was just trying to be a good wingwoman, but so far it seemed like Mason was also trying to get something out of Olivia, so that was good. Sure, it was little weird she was into her brother’s best friend, but I couldn’t really judge.
And while I was trying to be a good wingwoman, and while I knew exactly what all of that meant, Brian putting his hand on my thigh did not sit right with me. It wasn’t just a friendly touch, is was up too high for that. Although it was my job to keep him distracted and to hype up Olivia, I also couldn’t betray my relationship with Alex for this. I had never been in this predicament before.
I just looked down past my drink and at his hand for a second. “Umm, excuse me?”
He hummed in response and looked at me, rubbing his thumb up and down. “Huh? Something wrong with you drink?”
“Well, yeah, it’s wine, that’s never a good choice. But don’t touch me.”
“Playing hard to get, are we?”
I shrugged and downed the wine he gave me so it would at least have the chance of getting me towards a buzz. Of course, I didn’t want him to think I was playing hard to get. I just didn’t want him touching me since I was in a fucking relationship. But then again, I couldn't tell him that because it would cause him to ask Mason to set him up with another girl and ignore Olivia. Maybe him thinking I was playing hard to get was a good thing. He would keep trying to get with me even though I could continue to reject him. However, something didn’t feel right about this night.
“Woah, easy there, girl,” Mason chuckled as I threw the cup onto the coffee table.
“You guys should have given me something stronger, it’s not my problem,” I responded.
“Take mine,” he offered with a wink.
On one hand, I couldn’t take it because Olivia was pining over him. On the other, however, I really wanted that drink. It was just a drink, it couldn’t mean much. So, I took it from him and took a sip. It was just a simple rum and coke. So, I downed that shit as well.
“Oh, wow, you’re just going hard, aren’t you?” Mason pointed out, obviously amused.
“This is nothing, you guys just don’t go hard enough.”
“Well, then, I’ll just have to go get us some more drinks.”
It didn’t take much longer until the table had multiple cups scattered all over it along with some bottles. The place had filled up quite drastically and there were people everywhere. Brian was still trying his advances, but I continued to reject him. The key was to not be too harsh, just harsh enough for him to want me more. Olivia and Mason weren’t having as much luck, though. For some reason, Olivia was attempting, but Mason was interacting just a little too much with me and Brian.
I needed to take action.
I gave Olivia the look that told her to trust me and stood up. She grabbed the hand I held out for her and I pulled her along with me to where everybody was dancing.
“Just follow what I do, okay?” I told her. “Guys always love this.”
As soon as she gave me a nod, I started dancing with her. To get her into it, it started out normal, but there was a specific direction this had to go into. She was drunk enough to be okay with this. I, however, had to act more drunk than I actually was. Honestly, I was already acting it for quite a while. I knew it was time to do so when the guys were starting to go under faster than I was. It wasn’t that I thought I had to be more of a lightweight, I just didn’t want them to continue drinking until I reached the same point. I didn’t need alcohol poisoning on my hands.
When Olivia was finally into the music, I started properly dancing with her--no, not just dancing, grinding. She seemed to be having fun, so that was good. But did the guys feel the same way. I took a look back at them and they were both grinning at us, so I decided to put myself into it fully.
A few songs later, I brought Olivia back to the couches and told the guys it was my time to get drinks. I was mainly using it as an excuse to down some myself in the kitchen before coming back with one more drink for everybody else.
As I was pouring myself a drink, I felt and arm wrap around my waist. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the touch for now, and put down the bottle. After taking a sip of my drink, I was fully expecting to turn around and see Brian making yet another one of his attempts that I could shoot down. But that wasn’t the case. A pair of lips were on mine immediately.
It took awhile for me to understand what the fuck was happening, but as soon as it hit me, my eyes went wide. I didn’t see Brian’s brown hair, but I did see Mason’s black hair. With the situation developing, I quickly pushed him away and looked at him with a wild look.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” I yelped, trying to wipe the corruption from my lips, not caring how rude it seemed.
“What?” He chuckled with a shake of his head. “You don’t need to worry. Brian and I have this deal that if a girl is into the other one, we are allowed to take them instead. It’s okay, he won’t be offended.”
“You think this has something to do with Brian?!”
“You’ve been rejecting him the entire night. I saw you giving me those looks on the dance floor. Brian really won’t mind.”
“This has nothing to do with me hurting Brian. I don’t give a fuck. I have a fucking boyfriend, I wasn’t going to go home with either of you. Are you insane?”
“What he doesn’t know doesn’t count,” he shrugged and advanced again.
“Dude!” I shouted and pushed him away again. “I am no way drunk enough for you to take advantage of me. You’ve gotta check your morals again.”
I stormed out of the kitchen, not wanting to stay with him any longer. Although I knew I had to go and warn Olivia and save her from heartbreak, I decided to make a trip to the bathroom first. I had to cool down before I did something I was going to regret.
I splashed my face with some cold water and went over everything again. Honestly, I still couldn’t really comprehend it. I couldn’t recall giving him any sign that this was what I wanted. I just had to find a way to tell Olivia without her getting too hurt. And, of course, I had to find a way to get her away from the guys in the first place.
But I didn’t have to worry about that.
When I opened the bathroom door, Olivia was already there waiting for me.
I sighed out in relief. “Oh my god, Olivia, I need to--”
“You fucking bitch,” she seethed. “Do you think you can just get away with what you did?! You think you can just make out with him without me finding out. Why the fuck would you fucking do it in a public place. The least you could do was spare me from seeing it and go straight to the fucking bedroom!”
“No, that’s not--”
“You know, when all the other girls at school called you a slut, I defended you. I thought you were better than that. I knew you would never fucking do it to me. But they were right. You don’t give a shit about anybody. All you care about is yourself and about who you can get into bed next. You just use everybody.”
“Olivia, I can expl--”
“I get why your mother didn’t fucking want you when your parents got a divorce. She could just tell you were going to be whoring around. You deserved to be with your father. You are both good for nothing deadbeats. You can’t keep a relationship. You’ll just be a drunk living in your own filth. I don’t understand why your mom hasn’t fucking disowned you yet. You do not deserve the Kingsley name, Barker.”
I bolted out of there, tears slowly running down my cheeks. Here I was, hoping to get my old childhood friend back, and she turned on me so quickly.
I quickly pulled out my phone as soon as I was outside on the road and called the only person I knew wouldn’t judge me for crying.
“I don’t care how horny you are, I don’t care how much you try to convince me, I will not be taking advantage of you when drunk,” Alex said sternly down the phone.
“I know,” I sniffled and tried drying away the tears that kept falling. “Can you come and pick me up?”
“What's wrong?”
“Just please come and pick me up,” I begged.
“Okay, I’m on my way.”
Notes
I'm back! I never thought it would take this long for me to write again. I've just been super busy with the whole university thing. It's pretty fun, though. I'm going to keep writing, it's just going to be quite a slow process.
@Daydreamers
A little cliffhanger here and there never hurt anybody....
Also, update. The epilogue is at 6679 words. Motivation and inspiration are low so it's taking me so long to even start writing. I know what needs to happen, I want to write it, but words aren't working.
7/16/20