first connect

Blake is waiting on the sidewalks when I drive past his house and we mostly sing along to my playlist on our way. The party is lit and most people are already drunk. I spy for pony but she is not there. What did I think? Her boyfriend wasn't showing up either. I wonder if he told her what was wrong with him. Just thinking of them telling each other their feelings makes my jaw tense. Good she didn't show up anyway. She'd annoy the shit out of me. I think it's an automatic instinct to get to the counter where shots are laid down when you get to a party. I can't help but think of Mason. I mean I didn't like him, but hate is a huge word and I know he must suck for him being away from his parents. I didn't ask what his back story was. I didn't want to let him close to me. Tried that, been there and I promise it doesn't end well usually. All the same I have been a bitch to him and it's not cool. I push my thoughts when a blonde drunk girl walks up to me and pulls my hand, makes me dance. Later another, then another, making sure to add shots in between my dancing. I was completely wrecked when I watch Pony walk in alongside a senior. I knew he was a senior since he was in the school music team. Everyone knew the team. I try to cover my face with my hands so that she doesn't see me.

"Hey arsehole, I didn't know you waste like a girl." She blurts when she is a safe distance from where I stood.

"Dang it." I raise my hands in surrender. "You caught me." I laugh out so loud, I don't recognize myself. Maybe it's the liquor. She walks me away when I start gagging like I want to throw up. "I'm sorry." I begin to say. "I'm not usually a bitch My dad.." I swallow. I want to shut up. Dang liquor. It gives you too much confidence. Why am I too comfortable here, that's what makes me blurt out stuff.

" My dad. He almost forgets we exist when a scholarship kid is in the house, he notices them much, I know he usually wants them to feel comfortable and like part of the family but I usually miss when he's my dad. When he comes home and says, hey son how was school, and stuff you know.." I gag again and she gets off my jacket. I'd hate it covered in puke. She holds my hoodie strings back as I lower my head to try and get it out of my system. She is not disgusted, or she doesn't show at least.

"Why are you so hood to me." I've been nothing but a pain in the butt to her. She opens her mouth to say something but talks herself out of it.

"Look Pony," her expression changes to confused and it hits me.

I don't know her name!

Shit!

I laugh at the sacarsm and she gets her hands off my shoulders. I can tell she is mad so I stop laughing.

"If you were not so drunk right now then I'd.." She stops mid sentence. They are so alike. Probably good for each other. "You wanna have some fun?" She half screams.

"Fun is what I'm trying to have. What'd you have in mind?"

"The school has quite the BB pitch." She turns around and disappears into the house. The school? I tense.

"Pony wait.." She is gone.

"Any of you want to have some real fun?" I hear her scream over the music.

The crowd screams and dashes out. There's no way to control that many kids.

"Let's go." She jerks my hand and I stagger her way.

The lights are blinding. I guess mostly because I'm drunk.

"Let the party begin." I hear Pony yell over very loud music that had been cued into the school speakers.

"Fuck!" I scream knowing no one would hear anyway.

"Wanna dance?" Pony screams in my ear and doesn't wait for me to respond before taking my hands to her waist and raising hers to land on my shoulders. She moves her waist closer to my body and sways her hips such that I could feel her movement on my hands. I told her tighter so that I was in control of her movement and looked down to her face. She smiled lightly at me. I get lost in her eyes for a while until her movements slow down.

What?

I don't want her to stop dancing.

That's not what she had in mind. She turns and bends her body so that her arse is directly on my jeans zippers, stating to move in rhythmically then more and more grinding and I want more. I hold her waist and pull her more towards me. Her t shirts untuck and my hands land on an exposed skin on her waist. Her rompers rise as she grinds me. Damn that feels good. She doesn't stop. She was enjoying this. I almost can't fight the urge to pull her in and kiss her. I turn her around and pull her in so fast her chest hits mine and she gasps. I want to swallow those gasps. She should be doing that in my mouth. I think to myself. Not letting go of her waist, i pull her up so her height elevates and she's on her toes. Her lips part a little in surprise. She's so close I smell her breath and my eyes shatter inconveniently. I lean lower since she did not match my height. I'm not so tall maybe a 5foot8, but she is a 4foot 9 to the most. Her ponytail is in place so I don't need to push her hair back to get to her ear.

I brush it with my lips and her skin jumps abit. I whisper to her before she is calm.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now." I breath and hear her let out a sharp gasp. I brush my lips through her neck and her skin jumps again. Damn she's sensitive. she suddenly lets go and when she's on her feet, pushes me back slightly.

"You drunk." She states the obvious and turns her back on me to walk away. I bite my lip involuntarily. She is so damn hot and I don't want her rompers rising to anyone else. I want to go after her so bad but I don't want to be a jerk especially after she starts dancing on ger own, I can tell she just wanted to have fun. I didn't even know her name. What an ass.

Rick is outside seated smoking and unconcerned, Blake, well girls are getting on his radar today, maybe his charm.works on the drunk ones. I laugh at that slightly and walk out to join Rick.

"Any fun?" I join him on the stair.

"You know me, can't avoid a chance to get high." He smiles and snaps his fingers then hands me the pen.

"You?" He asks. I don't smoke but I suck out of the pen and choke on it. I give it back laughing.

"I don't know." I say between the laughter. That was honest. I'm hang up on my dad's tendency of being away. How sad mom gets at times. Sometimes he disappears completely for months. I don't even know what to think on the kind of trouble we could be in if we got caught in the school's grounds. Pony. Why am I so hang up on her. What is it that makes me want her? I'm sure it's no longer about Charity. Charity. I'm guilty for wanting his girl. I've never wanted to be that guy and how stressed her looked today? Was it about her? So many thoughts are running in my head, I don't notice cops walk in and well, I leak of weed and alcohol, what can I say?