Being bored is awful, exhausting and never ending. I thought this would be an amazing party but someone decided to steal my friends. You guessed it, Ellie. Up until an hour I was dancing with the three of them until the blonde girl rushed into our circle. I'm not supposed to feel mad, they know each other for quite some time, but I do feel left out. But I am mad now, now that I'm tipsy.
Once again Carter chose to entertain me. With drinks. He offered to play this game with me, a game of getting to know each other. The rules go like this, someone will ask a certain question  about themselves and then both people say the answers at the same time. If the person who was questioned says the wrong answer, they have to drink. And judging by the way this game was going, Carter knows me a lot better than I know him, because I am seeing two of him right now. Hailey must've talked about me a lot and I'm losing terribly.
"There's a difference between being vegan and being vegan." I mumble, pouring more liquid into my glass.
"You mean vegan and vegetarian?" Carter says, eyeing my glass warily. Probably because my hand is slightly tilting to the left.
"That's what I said." I confirm and he chuckles.
"And you're neither?"
"Exactly." I smile widely and grab the glass in my hands. The alcohol doesn't taste like it anymore and it flows down my throat easily.
"Next question." I mumble, but a presence stops me before I can say anything.
"You're gonna get her drunk." A girl's voice enters our conversation and I look up to see Sarah smirking at me. Carter looks over to her and grabs her hands, pulling her down in his lap.
"I thought you guys were keeping it a secret." I smile and raise my eyebrow.
"We're not. We're just not telling people around." Carter says, pushing his girlfriend's hair away. His girlfriend, aw.
"You're cute." I bop their noses and Sarah laughs while Carter shrinks his nose. I clap my hands playfully, probably looking like a small child.
"Let's dance, Kat." Sarah tells me and nods her head to the dance floor, where people are wiggling their electric bodies. Electric.
"Yes, I do." I answer absentmindedly and they both giggle at me. I am funny tonight, clearly. I stand up and suddenly feel like I'm falling and the ground beneath me disappears. I widen my eyes and try to catch the first thing in my view, the nearby chair, but I miss it.
"Wooah." Carter grabs my hands and I swat him away.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." I say and the look on his face tells me he didn't beileve me. I straighten up and make my way towards the middle of this huge room, feeling Sarah's hand on mine.
We dance to the music, which is by far the worst I've heard since I've been here. The songs are all mushed up in my brain and although I find the beats familiar, I can't put exactly which song is playing. My body feels ten times lighter and every move I make feels like I'm dancing for myself. My hands move around my own skin and I know that despite being dizzy, my hips are moving just how they're supposed to. I don't know who the DJ is, but he should make the lyrics more distinguished because I can't make out what song is playing. Maybe it's just me and the buzz in my ears. Despite that, I follow the rhythm with my electric body. Electric.
I giggle to myself and Sarah looks at me weirdly, a smile forming on her own lips. But as I release the giggle, my stomach twists and my mouth closes immediately, followed by my hand being clasped on top of it.
"Kat? Oh, shit." Sarah mumbles, pulling me closer to her.
We manage to get through the mass of people and I hear the harsh push of the bathroom door before every drop of alcohol exits through my mouth. Sarah, I suppose, holds my hair as I lean over the toilet seat. It's painful at first, but soon enough, after a couple minutes, I feel the relief that floods over me. But the feeling of disgust follows shortly and I shut my eyes as I sit down on the floor in a fetus position, my arms hugging my knees. I've never gotten drunk before and the two times that I did happen to be on this vacation. I literally fainted last time, and now I'm feeling sick way too much. My insides are still hurting, my vision is blurry and I can only make out the voices close to me.
"We're here." I hear Sarah say. I don't want to look up, my eyes are trained on the white tiles on the bathroom floor. After some time I feel hands under my shoulders as I'm pulled away from the cold floor.
"Come here." The low voice says and I want to protest, but I relax my legs anyway. I still refuse to look up, and I can only feel everything that's going around me. Just how I feel when the person brings me to their chest and I take in the familiar scent.
Wes.
"She shouldn't drink that much." Sarah's concerned voice is heard.
"I thought it was gonna be better this time." I make out Carter's voice and I want to tell him it's not his fault, but I can't compel myself to say anything.
"Can you go get her some water?" Wes speaks and his hands circle around my shoulders. I can barely hold myself on my feet so I lean into him to make sure I don't fall.
"What if she faints again?" Sarah asks and I can't help but ask myself the same thing. I sure feel that way. Wes's hands tighten around me in that moment, but something else catches my attention. The doors open, not so calmly, and judging by the footsteps, more people enter.
"What's going on?"
God, please no.
"Kat? Is she drunk again?" My cousin's voice turns into worry.
"Why does she look that awful?" Ellie's cynical voice flows through the bathroom and I can't help but roll my eyes. I hear the noise from outside before it disappears again.
"Here."
Wes pushes away from me slightly, making me frown, but I realise he's handing me the water Carter must've brought in. Without catching anyone's eyes, I take a few sips hurriedly. It's a refreshment, but it still doesn't help the sick feeling in my stomach. I hand Wes the glass and push myself into his chest again.
"We should take her home." Sarah says.
"What? Home? We have at least two hours more." Ellie protests, urging me to punch her in the face. I actually agree with her, but her presence is currently annoying me.
"I'll take her home." Wes says and my skin tingles.
"Why would you leave?" Ellie asks and I swear I hear the boy holding me groan.
"C, can you call us a cab?" He asks, completely ignoring her. I smile to myself wickedly for God knows what reason.
"Yeah, sure." Carter answers and Wes lightly pushes away from me.
"Can you walk?" He asks, searching for the answer in my eyes before I even reply. I only nod, focusing my gaze on the mirrors behind him. I can see Elllie's confused stare and Hailey's concerned look, so I throw my cousin a smile, just to let her know I'm alright.
Wes snakes his arm around my waist and gives me a slight push. My legs are working, thank God, but I still feel the dizziness and the buzzing in my ears. I'm relieved nobody is paying attention to us, or maybe we just look normal, which is what I'm trying to accomplish by placing one foot in front of the other with care. Once outside, I spot the taxi and Carter standing next to it. I feel so awful for making this mess but I'm glad they're all staying. I would bite myself from the inside if I knew they all left because of me. I'm also glad no one is questioning why Wes is the one to take me to the house again, but I'd rather not worry about that right now.
"You okay?" Carter looks at me and I throw him a genuine smile, assuring him I'm fine. He shouldn't worry. He wasn't the one to force me to drink, I did that out of boredom.
"Keep the door unlocked." He says to Wes while I sit in the back. Wes joins me and closes the door after him. The taxi driver asks for directions and Wes provides him with that. I can see that the driver is making sure to go slower, he can probably see I'm not feeling well, judging by the way he casts a glance at me in the mirror.
"Hey." Wes leans forward to have a look at me. I'm leaning back into my seat, almost molding into it.
"Hey." I mumble quietly. He opens his mouth to say something but closes them fast, looking around my face.
"I'm never drinking again." I say slowly.
"I actually thought we could have a toast when we arrive." He says and I glare at him, but I'm unable to stop the small smile that appears on my face.
"You want a gum?" He asks and takes out the package from his pocket, already handing me one before I answer. I place it in my mouth and sigh when the awful taste of alcohol disappears from my mouth.
"Ugh, I feel disgusting." I place my hand on my stomach and his eyes follow my movement.
"Well, you do look like that."
I look at him from the corner of my eye, only to see his smirk forming. Leave it to Wes to joke around while I'm feeling like throwing up my entire lunch.
"I just don't feel good." I admit. I didn't realize it until now but my stomach is still making noises and everything is stuck in my throat. I'm also tired, which adds up to my suffering.
Wes straightens up and pats his lap. I watch him warily, wondering if he's playing something, before I lean down slowly, placing my head on his thighs. His fingers lace through my hair and he slowly runs them through it. It calms me down, leading me to close my eyes and drift into sleep.
When Wes wakes me up, we have arrived to the house. The night is still young and when I step out of the car, I suddenly feel guilty for making him come here.
"You can go back, you know." I turn to Wes as he's stepping out of the car. He hands the money to the driver, who speeds away from the driveway.
"I'll take care of myself from here." I say, although I don't beileve myself. But I do feel bad that he drove with me all the way here, when he could've been at the party.
"Nope. Not gonna happen." He says and places his wallet in his jeans. He walks past me into the building with his hands in his pockets.
"Wes, come on. Go have fun." I follow him inside, making sure to take longer steps in order to catch up to him.
"I was bored." He replies simply, pushing the button of the elevator. I lean on the wall next to it and cross my arms.
"You? Bored?" I raise an eyebrow.
"I know. Go fetch, right?" He smirks just as the elevator doors open. The numbers go higher and I move my hand to press the number of my floor but Wes grabs my wrist.
"You're coming with me." He says sternly and I look at him and then to the buttons multiple times before the doors open again. He tugs me forward gently and releases me when we exit the elevator. I want to roll my eyes but I restrain myself from doing so and instead follow behind him.
He unlocks the door and opens it, letting me pass through. I walk past the living room and go straight into his bedroom, moving directly towards the bed. I jump on my back and free the breath that I've been holding. I'm exhausted, irritated and sleepy. I'm also mad at myself for doing this, drinking that much. After the first time I should've assumed alcohol isn't good for me in big quantities, but no, I just had to go and drink those eight glasses of whatever that was.
Wes enters and turns the light on, casting a quick glance in my direction before taking his shirt off in one easy move. He closes the door and walks over to his closet. I prop myself on my elbows and eye his toned abs. Great, now I'm hot and bothered as well. This isn't how this night was supposed to go. Wes takes off his jeans and trades them with a pair of black sweatpants, which hang way too low for me to hold still. He runs a hand through his hair and leans back on the closet, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes lazily roam down my body and I just survey him, creating a bubble with the gum he gave me. When he leans off the grey closet, he uncrosses his arms and angles himself towards me, both of his hands on each side of me. I stop chewing the gum, feeling like all my muscles have stopped working. His eyes wonder down my chest until they return back to my eyes, blazing mischievously. I don't know what's going through his mind, but when he drifts further away from my face but down my stomach, I catch on and my breath hitches in my throat.
His hands ride over my thighs, under my dress and my skin heats up. His fingers hook under my panties, teasingly bringing them down my bare legs. I watch as the smirk on his face reappears as he dips his head between my thighs. I grip the sheets as soon as his tongue meets my most sensitive spot. He's slow, provoking, and it's all making me breathe in a way I don't normally do. I release a moan as he flicks his tongue, creating swirls and shapes. His hands grab my thighs once I twitch in pleasure. He backs away for a moment and looks at me in the eyes.
"Stay still, Katherine." He warns and I bite my lip, still panting.
When he goes back, he continues his movement in a faster pace and before I know it, his tongue slips inside me and I release a loud breath.
"Fuck." I bend my back and open my legs further, allowing him more space to work on.
The enjoyable feeling that seizes me slowly comes to its climax, and I shut my eyes closed. A sharp intake of breath is heard from me and my right leg folds when I reach it, and I'm left breathless by the end. Wes pulls my knees so they straighten and he hooks an arm under my waist as he brings his face close to mine.
"You better, baby?" He murmurs in his low, tempting voice as he decorates his face with a satisfied smirk.
"Mhmm." I reply, looking back at his ocean eyes. He places a small, teasing kiss on my lips before detaching himself from me. He opens his closet and grabs what looks like a shirt. He hands me it and I nod gratefully. It would be a bother sleeping in this dress.
Once he returns to the bed and I pull the shirt over my head, he takes my waist and brings me close to him, my back to his, but I turn around and face him.
"Thank you." I say, unsure if that's a good idea. "Not just for this. But for taking me back."
He can probably see my face blushing when I started the sentences as he smirks down at me.
"No problem. You weren't so annoying like the last time." He says and I furrow my eyebrows.
"What? But I wasn't even awake last time." I retort and he chuckles lightly.
"Oh, you were. Enough to harass me with questions." He tells me and I get annoyed by the fact that I can't remember what I did exactly.
"Did I say something stupid?"
"Yes." He answers, a grin on his face. He seems pleased with bugging me about my previous drunken situation.
"Of course I did." I scoff at myself.
"Go to sleep, Katherine." He chuckles and pulls me into him. I twist my body to the side just a little bit, enough to place my cheek on his chest. I focus on his breathing and how warm I feel around him, making me fall into s deep sleep within milliseconds.