Oops

Chapter 1

"One, two three!" We all slammed down our glasses. The burning liquid slid down my throat, and made my head buzz. It was my third shot of the night.

"Woa, Elle!" My best friend Mike shouted over the pumping music. "You're wasted!"

"No way!" I protested, teetering a little on my heels.

He steadied me with a strong arm, and dragged me over to the dance area, which was littered with red solo cups. "Dance with me Elle!" He slurred.

"That sounds fun," I giggled. I threw my hands in the air and swayed with the pounding base, feeling the vibrations through the floor. What song was this anyways?

"Mikey, go get me a drink!"

"If I was responsible, I would say no," he stated. "But I'm too drunk to think about that kinda shit." He left for the kitchen, to get me a beer. I danced a little longer by myself, shaking my head and swaying my hips.

"Hey Elle," a voice said. "Do you want to dance with me?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed, facing the person. It was Liam. I had a crush on him in sixth grade, I remember. He was in some of my classes and also on the football team.

"Liam, Liam, Liam." The words rolled off my tongue. I swished and swayed and rocked back and forth.

He chuckled. "Yeah, that's me." He added some of his own drunken dance moves, and I giggled a little.

Where was Mike with that drink? "I'm going to find Mike," I announced. "I need another drink." Liam looked a little worried, and was hesitant to let go. "Maybe you should sit down for a minute," he advised.

What? No way! He's being a total party pooper.

I stumbled down the hall, and found Mike pouring another round of shots. "Woo-hoo!" He hollared, picking up the shot glass overflowing with booze. Forgetting about my beer, I sat down at the bar stool and grabbed a glass.

"To you Mike," I declared. "And your awesome seventeenth birthday party!" That got a few hoots and cheers, as we all downed our glasses. What round was this? Second? Third?

I stumbled away from the chair. My vision was spinning and getting all fuzzy around the edges. Oh God, I feel like throwing up. Somehow I made it upstairs and into the bathroom.

I opened the door, weakly shut it, then leaned over the toilet. My stomach heaved and I got a taste of everything that I had to drink that night. Gross, I know.

Then someone was at my back, holding my hair. Probably Mike. When I was finished, I wiped my mouth and layed down on the tile. I cracked an eye open, and saw Liam hovering over me. Liam? What was he doing in here? He pushed a glass of water to my lips, and I took a sip.

"You look pretty bad," he observed. I groaned in response.

"Are you ready to get up?" He asked.

I motioned with my hand for him to go away, but he ingored it, lifting me up to my feet. My knees buckled, and he supported me as I walked to Mike's room and collapsed on the bed.

"Goodnight," he whispered sweetly, closing the door. His voice sounded miles away.