CHAPTER 63

I approached May and my heart caught in my throat. The smell of weed mixed with copious amounts of her perfume invaded my nostrils as I got closer and closer. She was sitting on a lounge chair in a slightly revealing outfit which showed off her flat stomach, legs and shoulders. I know I wasn't allowed to think such things, but damn, did she ever look good.

"Hey." I weakly said. She didn't hear me, or knew I was there and ignored me. Figuring it was the former, I cleared my throat and repeated myself. "Hey."

She opened her eyes slowly and lazily, revealing her trademark beautiful hazel eyes surrounded by lines of red. If pot could kill, I think she would be the example. "Oh my God." She said flatly in an annoyed voice. "Fuck off, Adam."

Well, that was all I needed. Almost grateful, I mumbled a "Sorry," and turned around, starting to leave. However, I was not that lucky. I heard May loudly sigh behind me as she added, "No, wait, come on back."

I turned around to see her clumsily stand up and saunter over to me. "Whaddya want?" She slurred, making an effort to stand upright. It looked like she had been drinking too.

"Nothing, I just… Sorry." I said, turning away again.

"Nuh-uh," She said, grabbing me by the collar. "What… Do you want to?" She repeated.

"Nothing." I repeated. "I guess I just wanted to talk."

A slow crooked smile spread across her beautiful lips. She giggled slightly. "Cool." She said simply. She walked back to her chair and crept up behind a girl right next to it, who seemed to just be in a swimsuit. She looked around to make sure no one else was watching and yanked the girl's bottoms to her feet. The girl did nothing but pull up her hands and shriek, which got the attention of pretty much every guy on the deck, who quickly got around her, cheering, even as she tried to cover herself up. At this point, May was back at my side, laughing slightly and my shocked face.

"Isn't it funny?" She drunkenly asked me, all smug and proud of herself.

"Why the hell did you do that?!" I asked her in disbelief. "That poor girl…"

"You'll see." She answered simply as she grabbed my arm and headed for the house. She tugged my arm as she did so, dragging me along. When she finally got to the open doorway to the living room, she made her announcement.

"Hey… Hey, everyone! Desiree is putting on a show for everyone outside!" May loudly exclaimed. As if on cue, practically everyone ran past us to see Desiree in her exposed state.

"See?" May asked as if it was clear what she was doing. Slowly and gracelessly, she walked over to the sofa and plopped down on it. "Now we have a place to sit and talk." She patted the spot on the couch next to her.

Looking around, I hesitantly sat next to May. There were one or two people still in the room, and occasionally someone would come back in, but the area was mostly deserted now and no one there had their attention focussed on us.

"Is… Is Desiree going to be okay?" I timidly asked her.

May laughed. "Desiree is totally cool with it. A hot guy told me she does it herself, like, every party. Look." She pointed out the window.

I looked out the window, and sure enough, the same girl was commanding a semi-circle of guys, her bottoms back up but pulling her swim top down so that all of the guys could see her B cup breasts. She had a laughing smile plastered on her face. It didn't look like she was hurt, or anything. She was just rolling with such an exposing act by exposing herself. How weird.

"So, Adam, you fucking liar…" May began with nothing but drunken laughter in her voice. "How's it- how's it going for you? Do you like parties?"

"Um, it sure isn't what I expected. I mean, I-"

"Wait." May said, almost urgently, looking me in the eye. "You are like, all articulate and stuff." She observed. "You can really hold beer!"

I looked to my hand and saw the beer can. "Oh, this? Nah, it's full. I don't really wanna drink tonight." I responded, looking back at her.

"You don'… it's…" She processed slowly, mumbling to herself, then grabbed it out of my hand with both hands. "Then I wannit!" She slurred before opening it and taking a sip. "I think I just' might be a little drunk. I also… I also did weed." She whispered the last part then laughed.

"Yeah, I saw." I commented. "I always thought you were kind of the innocent, girl-next-door type."

She laughed. "Innocent is no fun." She stated before taking another sip. She giggled. "Adam, I fucking love you. You're funny." She put her arm around me then immediately retracted it and pushed me away. "But I also hate you for lying to me."

"No no, that's not what happened." I protested. "See, Megan made me blow her while you were still dating Carson. She wanted it to be no strings attached because I did stuff with Nicole before too. But after, she wanted me to be romantic with her. I refused, so she got mad at me. So she took revenge on me by cutting me off from you. What she said was true, it was just out of context. Truth be told, I did really like you, May."

May tried, evidently really hard, to process what I said. "Megan…" She said finally. "What a skanky bitch."

"You didn't understand most of what I just said, did you?" I asked her, a smile forming on my face.

"Nope." She flatly responded, taking another sip. "She's still a skanky bitch though. And you're still an asshole." She pulled up her legs and let them rest on top of mine. "A funny asshole though. I still… I still like you. I can't stay mad at you."

I paused. "She and I are together now. Megan and I."

"Skanky bitch doesn' deserve you." May said angrily, like she was fighting back tears. "I'm stuck with fuggin' Carson again."

"Hey, Carson's a great guy!" I defended him.

May grinned. "He's a cool guy. A really cool guy. He fucks sooo good too."

Okay, too much information. "Great to hear, May." I said, hoping to God she'd move to a new topic.

Nope. "But he's fucking boring. I mean, who wants-a talk abou' Marvel? Fuckin'… fuckin' nobody." She rambled. "I don' get him. He's like… He's all full of himself and weird. I don't' wanna be with him."

"I'm sorry to hear that, May." I consoled, rubbing her shoulder. "Maybe you should bring this up with Car-"

"I wanna be with you." She said out of the blue, looking into my eyes.

I would have gotten up and protested right then and there, but her legs were on top of mine. "What?" I finally managed.

"I wanna be with you, Adam." She repeated. "I didn' just' kiss you for no reason! I was like- I would like- You and me… We would be soooo good together. You don't' even know."

"And I won't know." I said. "I've got a girlfriend. You've got a boyfriend."

"You… are not happy with Megan." May drunkenly hypothesized, pointing a finger at me. "It's like… it's like… Every time you bang, every time you have this emotional shit… you think of someone else."

Nicole. "Okay, you win." I admitted. "You're correct."

"So you're not satisfied. I'm not satisfied. Fuck Carson." She took her legs off of me and pulled her mouth to my ear. "Adam, I'm real fuckin' wet right now."