Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I pull out my phone. I need to call a taxi. Oh dear, six missed calls.
My phone screen lights up as another call comes through and I answer. “Call me back, I need to get a taxi.”
“Where are you?”
It’s Nathan! “Guys, Nathan’s on the phone!”
“Tell him to bring shots!”
“Gwen,” he snaps. His voice hurts my ear. “Where are you?”
“I’ll… oops.”
Sasha starts cackling and grabs me by the arm, pulling me from the ground once more.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” I hear Nathan’s voice travel through the speaker.
“Yes,” I say, laughing when I realise the phone is upside down. “Sorry, I fell over.”
“Again!” Sasha cackles, looping her arm through mine. “Are you coming out, Nathan?”
“Where are you?” He demands angrily.
“You’re so cute when you’re mad.”
“Gwen, so help me god, if you don’t tell me where you are right this minute…”
“I’m on the high street, I think.” I look at the blurred street name, tilting my head from side to side, trying to see the words but not managing it in the slightest. “Yeah.”
Oh dear. I drop my phone and my bag and lean over a wall.
Splat.
I don’t feel well Mummy.
“We need to get her home.” Sasha picks up my bag and clumsily rubs my back.
“Did you call a taxi?” Tommy asks, wrapping his arm around my waist as I finish vomiting.
“Shit, where’s my phone?”
“In your bag.”
Before I can grab it, we’re stuck in bright headlights as a car clumsily pulls onto the pavement. We all scream like lunatics and I end up on my arse again, this time with Sasha on top of me. She starts laughing, Tommy tries pulling us up and I decide to lie down for a second.
A car door slams and I’m vaguely aware of Sasha’s weight leaving me and warm hands cupping my face. “How much did she drink?”
“Hi.” I smile at Nathan, giggling when I see his frown.
“No more than us.” Tommy shrugs, taking hold of Sasha.
“Get in the car.” Nathan orders the both of them.
“Nah, it’s cool, we only live on the next street.”
Nathan crouches beside me and expertly lifts me into his arms.
“I’m flying.” Throwing my arms out, my hand connects with Nathan’s cheek. “I’m sorry.”
He doesn’t talk, only carries me to his car and places me on the passenger seat.
Sasha and Tommy climb into the back when Nathan orders them to get in and sit sniggering under their breaths as I roll my head from side to side. Kicking my shoes off my aching feet, I turn my body to the side and place my feet over Nathan’s lap.
“Guess what I did,” I try to say, but it sounds like one jumbled word.
“Close your eyes.” Nathan places his hand on my thigh and starts driving.
He looks so handsome.
He throws me a smile, his cheeks turning slightly pink and I realise I must have said that out loud.
“Gwen got called a bitch today,” Sasha says, leaning between the two front seats. “Eric was out with his friends and they were not nice at all.”
Yeah, that part of the night really wasn’t much fun. I’d tried to smile at him and avoid him as best as I could, but his male friends kept making rude comments whenever they saw me. We left that club and went to another.
“And slut, don’t forget slut,” I add, closing my eyes tight to shut out the glare of the street lights.
“We’re here,” Nathan clips, climbing out of the car so he can open the door for Sasha.
After hugs goodbye, we wait by the curb until Sasha and Tommy enter his house. Or his parent’s house. Whichever.
Nathan pulls my feet back onto his lap and silently drives us home. To whose home? I wonder.
His.
As soon as he opens the passenger side door, I immediately raise my arms and wrap them around his neck. He kisses my shoulder and holds me with one arm as he unlocks the front door.
I smell paint; it’s making me feel ill.
He immediately begins to ascend the stairs and just as I expect to feel a soft bed beneath me, I feel a counter and blink my eyes open.
Nathan smiles softly at me, a sigh escaping him as he shakes his head. “You’re a mess.”
“Thanks.” I snort.
“Arms up,” he whispers and I do as I’m told.
He tugs my dress up and over my head, throwing it over his shoulder without a thought. One of his hands immediately goes to my neck as I begin to fall to the side. So tired.
“Open your mouth.”
I taste mint and feel a toothbrush working its way over my teeth.
“Stand.” He grabs me under the arms and pulls me to my feet. “Rinse and spit.” His lips touch the curve of my neck. “Good girl.”
“I think I drank too much.”
“I think so too.” His fingers wrap around me and my bra pings free, best feeling ever. He throws that over his shoulder too before peeling down my thong and sitting me back on the closed toilet.