Once a Player, Always a Player {On Hold}

Chapter 6

Mac's Point of View

I lifted my head up to a knock at my door. "Come in," I said, putting my head back down. A tall figure opened the door and stood there. "Jerrimiah, what are you doing here?" I asked, sitting up on my bed.

"I came to ask if you want to come to a party tonight."

Me? To a party? I'm a nerd who's 'dating' Jerrimiah. "Sure," I said.

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Jerrimiah's Point of View

So it's been an hour or so since we got to the party and Danny and I are in a random argument.

"I'm telling you, hotdogs are sandwiches!" Danny pointed at me.

"I beg to differ," I protested. "If they're sandwiches, why don't the say that??"

"Because they're hotdogs in a bun!"

"But hamburgers are sandwiches. Why don't we call them 'burgers in a bun'? Huh?!"

"But that makes no sense!"

"Neither do hotdogs."

"Yes it does! You just don't--"

Our argument was interrupted from people yelling, "HEY! CRAZY DRUNK GIRL TWERKING ON THE COUNTER!"

I pushed through the crowd into the kitchen and there it was. Mac hella drunk and bouncing her butt up and down while on the counter.

Danny managed to make his way through and sighed. "There's your girl."

I walked towards the counter and picked her up. I moved to the hallway and set her down.

"Hey, baby," Mac called and winked at me, losing her balance a few times.

"Mac! You drank too much!" I scolded and put my hands on her shoulders to hold her up.

"No I didn't," she slurred her words and knocked my head. She leaned in for a kiss and I pushed her head back. "What the heck, man?!" she yelled.

"You're drunk, I can't do this to you."

"Come on, please?" her eyes softened a bit. I really wanted to kiss her, I did. But it wasn't right. That would mean I was taking advantage of her and I didn't want to do that.

"No."

"If I tell you a secret will you?"

"What's your secret?"

She leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "My mom's a fairy," and burst into giggles.

I sighed and said, "I'm taking you home." I picked her up and walked towards the door. Before I could reach the doorknob, someone swooped in and stole her from my grip.

They screamed, "Come on, party girl!" and started dancing with her. Of course she danced back. Someone else came up to her and handed her a red solo cup full of some sort of alcohol.

I ran up to the guy and snatched her and the cup back. "No more partying for her."

"Aw, one more drink," she whined.

I ignored her and kept walking.