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already in the process of wrapping me in a hug. The epitome of self obsessed take longer to do your hair than do your homework type of girl. “Take a shot with me!” She screams in my ear.
    “What kind of shot?”
    “Every kind! Wha, wha” she sings into her beer. “Hey, hey watch this,” she pleads and begins to chug down her beer.
    I stare, but in no way is there one electrical impulse flowing through my skull that is in any way, shape, or form related to what I’m seeing. You see she’s an incredibly popular girl. The kind who has gotten accustomed to an overwhelming acceptance of whatever she is doing, a nd I don’t get it. Why has society come to the conclusion that the skull is half full, when I can only think of it as half empty? So ya turns out I’m kind of an asshole, glad I finally figured that out.
    She pulls her now empty beer from her mouth, a mental mouse cursor letting my brain know it’s time to wake up.
       “Wwhhoo!” She cheers to herself.
    “I have to admit I am impressed,” I encouragingly lie.
    “Will! What the fuck man?” I look over to see Mike’s head poking out the doorway. “Get your ass inside and be my BP partner.”
    I struggle to come up with a good enough of an excuse but come up short. “Ha, ok” I reply with a fake smile and a bone to pick sticking out of my chest.
    “Dibs on next game,” Mary yells to me.
    I nod to her as I walk into the house.
    Grace jumping out from behind the door. “You ready to get your ass kicked?” She laughs at me with a sly smile on her face. She’s already pretty far gone .
    “Look at you light weight, you sure you can even make a cup?”
    Motioning me closer saying into my ear. “I’m gona make all of them and when I’m done, I’m gona tackle you to the ground and make you eat dirt!” She says straight faced poking me in the shoulder.
    What the hell?
    “Ya, better watch your ass kid cause big G’s in town and looking to mess a punk up!” She struggles to keep a serious face with pretty intense gasps of air rushing through her teeth.
    “Well I guess I don’t have a choice but to tell you it’s on, and that there will be a cold day in hell before I lose to you.”
    “I’ll have to get you a jacket then.” She gasps breaking into her trademark instant fall into love with laugh. “Ladies first,” she yells over my head to Mike.
    “Doesn’t matter me and Will have never, and will never loose, right Will?”
    “Of course w hat kind of a question is that, and to Grace? Psh, Please,” I yell to him still looking into Graces eyes. “How could a little punk like her, think she could take on the big bad beer pong playing machine’s we are?”
    We lost by one cup.
     
    CHAPTER…
     
    The night rolls on. I’ve finished the entire fifth of vodka and as it turns out I’m not the best drunk when I’m upset, and forced to watch my best friend slowly crawl his way into the girl of my dreams pants.
    I over hear people talking about some guy I’ve never met. I’m not entirely sure what’s happening but the gist is that he’s about to fuck a drunk sixteen year old, and dude is twenty something. I see him from across the room leading the girl to the back. He’s tall at least 6’6 and he’s got about fifty pounds on me. Now I’m not entirely sure why but I want to fight him. Maybe because I’m against girls getting taken advantage of, or maybe, maybe it’s because I’ve been bottling all these emotions all night, trying so hard to seem normal, to appear happy, and that I’ve been having a good time. That I literally need to hit and get hit, so I don’t end up having a mental breakdown of sorts. And this, this seems like the perfect opportunity. I get up off the couch following them down the hallway towards the bedrooms. This is good, this is good. I keep thinking over and over to myself. I’m pretty sure I just need to cock block him. He’ll get pissed off enough to say something back or take a swing at me,