First Time Ever

First Drinks

Chapter-10

First Drinks

Enjoy? God I should’ve known! I hated the place, it was all cool and filled with loud songs I didn’t recognize, lights that blinded me, dance that I would never dream of and drinks, lot of drinks.

Not my type.

“You okay?” Lita offered me a glass, it had a funny colored liquid and there was this little umbrella on the side of that fancy looking glass.

“Yes I am fine,” I declined the drink.

“Try once,” she prompted.

“No thanks,” really now she wanted me to drink?

“Have you ever tried?” Brandon asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Then go on, maybe you’ll like it,” he pushed the glass towards me.

“Now you’re going to team up on me?”

They have told me that Keith would be coming with us, which he did but as soon as we got in, he ditched us saying he had to meet someone, “if you want me to leave the two of you alone, just say it.”

“Its not like that love,” Lita looked offended, “its U.S girl, here these things are a part of life, if you don’t try, you’ll never blend n.”

She had a point, I had to spend three years here and I really wanted to fit in, after all I couldn’t stay an alien all my life.

“Okay but just one sip,” that glass seem to smile at me.

“Here, we’ll start with this,” she pushed another funny looking glass towards me.

“What’s in this?” I looked at it doubtfully. Did I really want to do this? Was I ready?

“You’ll know,” she was adamant on making me drink.

Drinking was considered a cardinal sin in my religion, if anybody from my family was to see me in a place like this, they would’ve thrown a fit. And more than that was I willing to take a step against my God? My Allah?

“What are you thinking about? Brandon asked.

“Nothing,’ I picked up the glass. I could bend some rules, after all he didn’t fulfill every wish I had.

Bringing it to my lips, I took a sip, it barely reached my throat, on the way tingling my tongue.

“Its weird,” I placed the glass back down.

“You don’t taste it, you drink it sweetie,” Bran smirked.

“But I said just a sip,” I protested. It had tasted awful.

“It is a sip, now come on,” she handed me the glass.

“I’ll have to devote extra time to my God as a compensation,” with that I gulped down the entire thing in one go. It burned everything in its wake. It was bitter and weird and acid like, not that I ever tasted acid.

“So” they were looking expectantly at me.

“So?” I mimicked.

They passed each other grins and roared, “More!”

By the time I realized what I was doing I was already on my fourth glass and feeling dizzy.

“G…u…ys,” I managed to say in broken words, “I feel weird.”

“Oh come on, it’s alright,” Lita shooed me off. Maybe it was just my imagination but did her hair just turn pink? Oh that was funny, fiery Lita in pink hair.

“What’s so funny?’ she asked looking at my expression.

“Yo…your hair!” I managed between giggles.

“What’s wrong with my hair? Something in them?” she turned to Brandon.

His nose was growing like…..like ….Pinocchio. Hah! Brandon was Pinocchio!

“You have a funny nose Bran.”

“What?” he touched his nose.

“Dude she’s drunk!” Lita exclaimed rushing to my side.

“No,” I swapped her hand away, “am not drunk.”

“Yes you are, now let’s get you outta here,” she grabbed my arm and forced me up.

“Don’t order me around!” I tried to stumble away but she kept her grip firm, “Am not drunk. Besides I like this place,” I don’t know why but I felt like screaming so I did, “Woo hoo!”

“God India we need to go,” she pulled me out of the booth.

“No,” I pushed her away and somehow ended up stumbling backwards, bumping into someone,

“Whoa! Watch it India,” he helped me stand.

“It’s your fault,” turning around I took his hands off me, nearly falling off my feat.

He grabbed my shoulders again, “Easy now.”

“Hands off me Keith.”

“What’s wrong with her?” he asked the two.

“She’s drunk,” I guess it was Lita, the voice sounded feminine but I was too busy looking the other way. The dance floor looked inviting, I made a rush towards it.

“Wait, where do you think you are going?” Keith pulled me back.

“Dance with me,” I asked. Was it in my head or did my voice sound sexy?

“Nope,” he declined. I pouted, he was so mean.

“But….but…I danced with you when you asked.”

“So?”

Haw he was so bad. Cheater!

“Hey sexy wanna dance?” there was this cute guy standing in the booth nearby.

“Me?” he asked looking around.

“Yeah you,” I tried to go to him but was held back. Blinking I looked back and found Keith holding onto my hand, “Let go, let go!” I squirmed.

“India,” he started.

I didn’t want to listen, he was a cheater and a mean person! I wanted to dance with the cute guy, “I hate you! Let go! Cute guy’s waiting!” it felt childish but I didn’t care.

I was feeling good, light, almost like I could float on the clouds.

“Fine,” he pulled me back with such force that I collided with his chest, “We dance.”

“You sure?” someone asked, I didn’t care, he smelled so nice.

“Yup, you guys enjoy, don’t worry about her,” he looked at me and I felt my legs turn to jelly, “Let’s go,” all I could do was nod.

Dancing wasn’t that bad, all you had to do was move in all the random directions and shake your body. Oh and don’t forget to scream that was the best part.

“What are you doing?” Keith asked from somewhere in the crowd or maybe he was behind me. Did he want to play hide and seek? I loved that game!

“You wanna play hide and seek?” I felt like giggling again so I did.

“No,” he grasped me round the waist.

“No?” did my voice just get low? God, he had one hell of a body, looking up at him I couldn’t help but keep looking. That face was of an angel’s and damn those eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispered, a smirk on his lips.

Nice lips.

That smirk widened and I realized I just said all that out loud. And I giggled again.

“You have no idea what you’re doing isn’t it India.”

“Huh? No ,” this time I laughed, he was so funny but he was far away, I needed to be near him, I wanted him to dance with me. So I pushed my body into his. The song changed and I swung my hips against his.

“Jesus,” he breathed. Did I do something? Ha it didn’t matter, I loved this song.

“Stop India,” he warned, hands clutching my waist.

“What?” what did I do? I was just dancing and enjoying and being happy.

“Stop dancing like this or….,” he let it hang in the air. I liked the warning. God, I liked everything about this man.

“Or?” I teased, pushing myself into him again.

“You’ll burn your ears if I tell you,” he gently pushed me away, then took my wrist, “Enough with the dancing, come on now,” he led me away from the dance floor.

“Nooo,” I whined, “you’re so mean.”

“Yes I am, now let’s go,” he continued dragging me through the crowd. “I said no!” firmly planting my foot on the floor, I refused to move.

“India,” he warned, that sounded hot.

“No,” I was enjoying this, liking it when he started sounding hot.

“Now means now,” digging his nails into my wrist he pulled my body with such force that one of my sandals left my foot.

“My Sandal!” I screeched.

“We’ll get you a new one,” he continued pulling me.

“Oh okay I want those shiny glittering wedges I saw in sandy’s the other day,” they were so awesome but so out of my budget.

“Okay we’ll get you those, now come.”

“But…but…,” I was forgetting something, it was in the back of my mind but refusing to come out of my mouth.

“What?” okay now he was being scary, like….like the Joker in Batman. “Y…..you’re hurting me,” there!

He stopped walking and let go of my wrist. Then gently held it in his palms, examining, sure enough there were nail marks.

“Sorry,” he sounded frustrated.

Without thinking I took two steps back.

“What?”

“I didn’t jab you,” the ground beneath my feet started shaking, looking up I saw everything was spinning. He was saying something but everything spun so fast my mind was jumping up and down and round and round.

“Earthquake!” I squeaked feeling sick. He looked around and then at me.

“You okay?” ha I heard him! I was mightier than the earthquake and the spin-spin.

“Yeah but my stomach feels funny.”

“Funny?”

“Umm hmm,” I felt like throwing up.

“Oh s**t, come,” he waved his hands at me.

“Hmmm,” he was spinning so fast now, I found it difficult to keep up.

“Keith stop!” I asked.

“Huh?” he was fading now, I saw bright lights and then everything went black.

“Is she okay?” I heard someone say.

“I guess,” someone else answered.

Where was I? and why does my head feel so damn heavy? It was throbbing, ready to burst any minute. Groaning, I sat up to find myself in a room, which didn’t seem like mine.

“Where am I?” Peter was sitting near the bed.

“Home,” it was Keith who answered my question.

“Doesn’t look like it,” God, my head hurt, did I hit a tuck or something?

“No you didn’t,” Peter replied.

“You drank too much,” Keith was out the door with that.

“I drank?” Oh o that was bad, “too much?” very, very bad.

“Yup, you were in his arms when he walked in,” he answered handing me a glass of water.

“What!” I nearly dropped it.

“You passed out on me,” Keith walked in, “what was I supposed to do? Leave you on the sidewalk?” he gave me a tablet.

“What’s this?” I looked at it warily.

“Something to help you get over that hangover,” I looked at Peter, out of the two of them, he seem more sensible.

He nodded, “Go on.”

“Okay,” placing it on my tongue I gulped a whole lot of water.

“Here,” Keith placed a plate of sandwiches on my lap, “Eat something, it helps.”

“You guys should know better,” I started nibbling on them.

“Does that imply we’re drunks?” Peter looked at me and then at Keith.

“Absolutely,” I grinned.

“Whatever let’s leave her to rest Greene,” he held the door open.

“Yes, rest you’ll need it,” he got up and walked out.

“Thanks guys,” I called after him.

“Don’t mention,” he smiled and then disappeared from sight.

I waited for Keith to go so that I could go back to sleep but he stood there, unmoving.

“What?” I asked, feeling the headache come back.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, still holding the door.

“Yeah,” I remember acting stupid.

“All of it?” where was he getting at?

“Kind of,” I didn’t remember everything, I mean I was drunk, only memories I had were broken, in bits and pieces.

“Do you remember what happened after you passed out?”

“i***t how can anybody remember that?” did he get drunk as well? Certainly seem like it.

“You woke up while we were in the car,” he informed, leaving his door and coming near the bed.

“I did?” okay I don’t remember that.

“Yup,” he sat down on the edge carefully, as if about o tell me a secret, “and you did something India.”

“I did…,” I gulped, this doesn’t sound good. Did I jab him again? Did I hit him? Was he about to beat me?

“Yes, do you want to know what?”

“Nope,” I said nodding my head.

He smirked at me, God, what on earth have I done?

“You,” tugging a strand of hair behind my ear, he whispered, “You kissed me.”