Chapter Two

That weekend, one of my buddies was having a huge party while his parents were away. I didn’t really want to bring Spencer with me, cause it was bound to be a gong-show. But she insisted she could handle herself, so there we were, getting ready in my room, starting on the bottle of tequila I had bought for the two of us.

“So who’s gunna be there?” She asks.

“Oh probably just every cool person that goes to King High. And probably every cool person from every other high school around here.” I reply.

“Cool.” She says.

“Yep. Here, take a shot of this stuff with me.” I line up two shot glasses, and carefully pour the liquor right to the top of the glass.

“On the count of three…one, two THREE!” We both pour the tequila down out throats and slam the glasses down. Spencer shook her head, and had a look of pure disgust on her face.

“What? You don’t like tequila?” I ask as I busying myself pouring two more shots.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll have another.”

She downs it, gives her whole body a shake and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Davies?”

“Not at all.” Of course I was.

We each wind up having another few shots before it’s time to go. I was feeling a little tipsy and I wanted to be able to enjoy myself so we called a taxi to take us over to the party.

The party was your typical senior high school student’s party. Tons of people, tons of booze, tons of weed and really loud music. Me and Spencer stayed together all night, hanging out and getting free drinks as soon as our cups were empty. I could tell Spencer probably didn’t need another sip of booze by the way she was holding her cup. It’s safe to say that at least 3/4s of the red, fruity looking beverage was now on the expensive cream colored carpet. She was also getting a little braver.

She leaned over and put her lips practically on my ear. It gave me the shivers.

“You look really, really, really nice tonight.” She whispered. Actually, slurred is more accurate.