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The party’s winding down even though it’s barely midnight. Normally it would piss me off but tonight it doesn’t even matter. Elli’s still here and that’s all I care about. I took a huge risk starting shit with Muncey but after I heard him talking about it in the locker room I put two and two together. It pisses me off that nobody knows who Elli is. She’s fucking amazing. Did I mention how damn sexy she looks in that outfit? I don’t think I’ve noticed another girl, didn’t think about how many I’ve banged or how many I could get into the sack if I tried. I only have eyes for her. How queer is that?
Muncey’s just the tip of the iceberg and I know it. You should have seen the look on her face when Sam mentioned a threesome. I can’t say I haven’t thought about it. Still, I didn’t do it for that reason, it had more to do with Elli than her bitchy best friend. I don’t think she knew anything about it. It should score me some brownie points with both of them. You think I might be able to get a little 2 on 1 action? Maybe if they were drunk.
You know what? It’s actually nice not to be wasted right now. I don’t feel like I’m going to hurl and I don’t have to worry if Elli’s going to mind my breath. I still pop a mint. Hey, I never claimed to smell like a flower. Not like her. Although, tonight, I think it’s pineapple and it’s making me so horny I can barely stand it.
“Hey, I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” Not since you blew me off a few hours ago. What was that about?
“Looks like you managed to have fun anyway,” she jokes. “Want some help cleaning up?” I know the girl’s sweet but unless she’s going to wear a French maid outfit I think asking her to clean up is a little much. Instead I plop down on the couch and she follows, careful to avoid the cups that are everywhere. The rest of the group might as well be Eric’s Great Aunt Myrtle, I notice them about as much.
“That depends, are you gonna spend the night again?”
She just kisses me. Is that a yes? I could really wake up next to her in the AM, especially if she’s wearing what I picture her wearing under there. Why can’t I get the image of an aqua bra out of my head? Maybe it’s because it would match her eyes or some shit like that.
“I wish I could, but I can’t tonight.”
“What about you?” I shoot up to Jenna, hoping Elli gets that I’m not actually hitting on her BFF right in front of her.
“No, that’s okay.” She smiles. I actually get her to smile. That’s gotta be a first. I mean, she smiles all the time, she’s just got a special scowl reserved for the ol’ Jaggerooski.
There’s a loud bang outside and Eric yells a string of curse words that rivals the one I spit out on my first date with Elli. Picturing him stumbling down the stairs brings a smile to my face.
“Let’s go check on Eric,” Jenna mumbles before dragging her drunk brother out the door behind her. It must be the fact that Elli’s laying on top of me, kissing me every chance she gets that has everyone all uncomfortable. Oh well.
“You sure you can’t stay?” It probably sounds like I’m begging and I’m thinking about it.
“Why? Are you gonna miss me?”
I can tell she’s teasing just by the look she shoots me. Normally the answer would be a big hell no but with her I actually might, I’m not gonna tell her that though. She doesn’t stop kissing me for at least a minute and I can tell she knows I’m fighting not to say it. I’m positive she can understand more when I don’t say a word.
“Can I take you out tomorrow?”
Normally, I wouldn’t word it like that, I don’t take girls out, we hang out. That means I’m not expected to pay for anything. Don’t you only take your girlfriend out anyway?
“Dad’s here,” Jenna says poking her head in the door. I don’t think she can bear to be in the same room as me, like I’m stealing her girlfriend or something. Crap, now I’m picturing Elli on top of Jenna instead of me. I’m so sexually frustrated I’d take either.
Reluctantly, she gets off my lap and I put my sweatshirt over her shoulders as we head for the door. Answer my question first? Please? She slips her hand in mine and I walk her to the car. She climbs into the backseat and she and Jenna both look like they’re going to fall asleep before they make it a mile. Out past their bedtimes, I guess. It’s cute.
“Text me,” she yawns. “We’ll make plans.”
It brings the dorkiest smile to my face and I nod before shutting the car door for her.
“Home?” Mr. Reynolds asks while Jonah’s struggling to climb into the front seat. I’ve been there many times but it doesn’t stop me from laughing at the douchelord.
“Actually, can you take me home? I’m not feeling so good.” Eric’s looking at Elli and I can’t help but think he’s wishing she’d take care of him. I’d wish the same thing so I can’t blame the guy. If I weren’t in so deep I might work a little harder to get him to admit his feelings but I’m not going to make her choose between us. I know who would win and it’s not going to be me.