I Dare You..., chapter 3
When I came home that night, after getting beaten', my parents hardly even noticed. They just thought that I had little bit more than normal amount of make-up. I was in pain all day Saturday, but on Sunday, I decided I needed to get out and do something on my own; so I went to the mall. My visit to the mall was an unpleasant one; I ran into Sydney. At this point, my black eye was starting to fade slightly; Sydney made it so that was completely noticeable. She punched me, knocking me down and when I was on the floor, she kicked me three times; and what's amazing is no one paid any attention to me. Once Sydney left, I was still laying on the floor, crying, but no one came to my aid. You gotta love a town that won't help you because you dress like a punk.
Monday rolls along and everyone is laughing at me cuz of my bruises, bit marks, black eye, shiners, and whatever else I got from Friday. The guys still haven't seen me; they're not going to believe what those sluts did to me. I'm walking into the lunch room now, limping. The guys are already sitting down. Billie Joe was talking to Mike and he just happened to glance over and see me. When he saw me, his eyes widened and he came over to me running to help me; Mike and Tre followed him. Billie Joe grabbed my tray that had my lunch on it and Tre put his arm around me and helped me to the table. Normally Mike sits next to me, but today, Tre sat next to me and he kept his arm around me the whole time. "What happened?" asked Billie. I told them all the whole thing and once I finished, Billie stood up and was about to go over to the preps and beat the shit out of them, but Mike pulled him back down into his seat.
After a little bit of sitting and eating silence and Tre inspecting me to see how bad I was, Billie said "Hey, you know what makes everything feel better?" I was staring down into my food and Tre was looking at my shiner I had underneath my eyes; I shook my head at Billie's question. "We'll just all get together tonight at my house and we can make it all better."
"But I'm in a lot of pain," I said. "It's hurts to walk or do almost any kind of movement."
"Do you think you'll be better by Friday?" asked Mike.
"I think so; I'll just still have my black eye and stuff, but my body should be feeling better."
"Ok," started Billie. "Friday, at my house we're going to have a little party/sleepover type thing. And trust me, we can make the pain and the bad memories go away."
"For a while," Tre added. We all laughed at his funniness.
It is now Friday and it's at the end of the school day. We all drive home and plan to meet at Billie's house at 6:30. This time, I showed up early to his house, at about 6:15, and I was still the last one there. I walked in saw both Mike and Tre sitting down, like they have been here a while.
"What time do you guys get here?" I asked.
Tre stopped staring at the tv, looked at me, and said "We just ride home with Billie."
"Oh," I said, kind of tilting my head and shrugging my shoulders. "I still don't know; how do you guys make things feel better?"
Nobody really said anything; everyone was just smiling and Billie went into the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later and was carrying two cases of beer. "We just get drunk or high."
"But I don't drink."
"Ho do you know?" asked Mike. "You were a little prep before; maybe the prep didn't drink, but this new you does."
"And the good thing is my mom won't be home 'til the middle of the day tomorrow, so we'll have enough time to clean up and stuff," said Billie, all excited. The guys all headed toward the beer and grabbed a can. Tre grabbed two and he handed me one of his.
"You at least have to try it," Tre tried to convince me. I just looked at the beer, then at him; I stared into Tre's sapphire blue eyes, giving him a little puppy dog look. It didn't work too well 'cause he kept offering me it. Mike and Billie were on their second one when I finally decided to give in. I never give in; I don't know why I did this time. I sighed heavily.
"Fine; I'll just have a little bit, but that's it."
"Hey," he said, in a really sexy tone, getting really close to my face. "You know what would be sexy? If I fed this to you. Well, I don't know if it'll be sexy, but I've always wanted to do it."
"Sure; just don't drown me. But remember, I only want a little bit." I opened my mouth and Tre poured the beer into my mouth. He did what I asked; he only poured in a little bit. He's so sweet. "Not bad," I said after swallowing.
"You want the rest?" he said, handing the beer out to me. Mike and Billie were on their third one now. How are they able to drink so fast?
"Just the rest of this one." After I finished that one beer, I swore to myself that I wasn't going to drink another. The guys started to get drunk, but Tre hadn't had as many beers as Billie and Mike. Those two were wasted, but Tre was still sober, enough; I was still completely sober though. Since Tre fed me one beer, I guess he thought he could give me another, and another, and another, and another. At this point, Billie, Mike, and me were drunk. Tre was a little drunk, but he was just enough sober to still tell what was going on.
Since everyone was drunk, we all went crazy. I can't really remember what all went on, but I do remember one particular thing. At one point, I remember seeing Mike and Billie kissing. I don't know for sure, but I guess he wanted to make-out with everyone so he came over to me and asked "Wanna make-out?"
"Sure," I said, without realizing what I had said. We were all so drunk we had no idea what we were doing. Tre was in the other room, but then he came into the room where Billie and me were and saw us making-out. And I mean we were hardcore making-out; his tongue was so far in my mouth, I thought I was going to swallow it. I know I really shouldn't be saying this, but I actually liked it, a lot...
*Tre's P.O.V*
Are you serious? I know that I'm a little drunks and stuff, but I know I'm imaginating this. My girl and one of my best friends, making-out. I can't believe it. Allie said she didn't want to get drunk, but she still did. She just wanted and excuse to make-out with Billie. Man, I am so pissed right now. And yelling at her now won't do any good, cuz she won't remember it. I'll wait 'til tomorrow morning.
*Allie's P.O.V*
It's tomorrow morning and my head is pounding. I have and excruciating painful headache. I looked around to see where everyone was at; Mike was sitting on the couch watching tv, Billie was sitting on the floor by the couch with his head dug into his hands, and I don't know where Tre's at. "Billie," I said, sounding wearily. Billie looked up at me. "Where's Tre?"
Billie looked like he was about to cry. "He's in the kitchen." I started to try to get up, but I just stumbled and fell back down. "I wouldn't go into see him. He's pretty pissed off at us."
"Us?" I asked.
"Don't you remember last night?"
I sat there for a few seconds thinking; it hurt to think. Man, I hate hangovers. Then it hit me, what me and Billie did. We made-out. I waited until later to go find Tre; I really wasn't feeling all that well.
It was almost 3 when I decided to go find Tre. Apparently he had been sitting in Billie's kitchen since really early this morning. At this point, I was able to walk fine, think almost straight; the hangover passed quicker than I thought it would. I got up from the couch, took a huge breath, and walked into the kitchen to find Tre sitting there, staring down onto the table, not looking up at me. "Tre," I said. His head didn't look up, but his eyes did. He then stared back down to the table.
"What the fuck to do you want, you little whore?" I knew he was pissed.
I sighed. "I didn't mean to do it."
"Yeah you did." He pushed himself back from the table and stood up right in front of me. "I see how you look at Billie; I know I'm not the smartest person ever, but I know when some one is going behind my back and cheating on me."
"But I was drunk. We didn't mean to do anything." I argued.
"Listen, you sluty bitch," Tre started. He was really scaring me; I've never seen this side of him before. "I know what I saw; you two were getting into it. You were having more fun with him than you ever were with me."
"But... "
"No, I can't stand to see your face right now." He started to turn and walk away when I said something.
"I don't know why you're complaining 'cause it's your fault."
"My fault?" Tre said turning to face me again. "How the hell is it my fault?"
"Well," I said, trying to stay calm. "If you hadn't shoved those 5 beers down my throat, I wouldn't have been drunk. If I wasn't drunk, none of this would've happened. So if anyone's to blame, it's your fuckin' fault."
At this point, Tre was extremely red in the face; he looked like he was about to explode, and he did. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE THE FUCKIN' BEERS! I HANDED THEM TO YOU, YOU COULD'VE RUFUSED THEM! BUT NO, YOU WANTED TO GET WASTED JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE AN EXCUSE TO MAKE-OUT WITH BILLIE!"
"YOU WERE FUCKIN' HOLDING ME AS STRONGLY AS YOU COULD! I COULDN'T GET AWAY! I ALSO DON'T LIKE BILLIE; I LIKE YOU. THAT'S WHY I CHOOSE YOU OVER ANY OTHER GUY!"
"YOU'RE A SLUT! YOU CAME FROM A PACK OF FUCKIN' WHORES AND THAT'S ALL YOU KNOW; YOU KNOW HOW TO STEAL GUYS! YOU ALSO KNOW HOW TO STAB YOUR GUY IN THE FUCKIN' BACK!"
"So," I said, trying to be calm., but breathing hard. "Are we still together?"
"What do you care? Even if we did break up you would have Billie to go to. And that should be the last thing on your mind. All you should care about if how you're going to fix this shit." He emphasized the word 'shit' and then he pushed me, hard enough to make me fall. I didn't care that he was swearing at me, but when he pushed me down, he broke my spirit, and me eyes got watery. He looked at me, then turned and said, "I have to be alone for a little bit." He stormed off.
I got up from the ground and walked into the living room where Billie was sitting on the couch, looking at me. I could tell he was listening and waiting for me to come back into the room. "How much did you hear?"
"All of it." He paused for a moment. "What was the 'thud' I heard?" he asked.
"That was me falling," I said slowly. I tried my hardest not to cry. First it came out slow.
"Allie," he said softly and sweetly. I walked over to him and he got up from the couch; we met in the middle and I fell into his arms. He held me and I cried into his shoulder. "Shh," he said trying to calm me down. "It'll be ok."
"No it won't," I said in between sobs. "I don't know if we're even still together. And I really like him; I don't want to have to give him up."
"It's ok," he still said, cooing softly. After a few minutes of holding me, I think Billie started crying a little too. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked to make-out with you. I can kind of control myself when I'm drunk, but I knew you couldn't; I don't know why I asked you to do that. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry." We stayed in each others arms for what seemed to be forever; we both were crying for what we had done.
Monday rolls along and everyone is laughing at me cuz of my bruises, bit marks, black eye, shiners, and whatever else I got from Friday. The guys still haven't seen me; they're not going to believe what those sluts did to me. I'm walking into the lunch room now, limping. The guys are already sitting down. Billie Joe was talking to Mike and he just happened to glance over and see me. When he saw me, his eyes widened and he came over to me running to help me; Mike and Tre followed him. Billie Joe grabbed my tray that had my lunch on it and Tre put his arm around me and helped me to the table. Normally Mike sits next to me, but today, Tre sat next to me and he kept his arm around me the whole time. "What happened?" asked Billie. I told them all the whole thing and once I finished, Billie stood up and was about to go over to the preps and beat the shit out of them, but Mike pulled him back down into his seat.
After a little bit of sitting and eating silence and Tre inspecting me to see how bad I was, Billie said "Hey, you know what makes everything feel better?" I was staring down into my food and Tre was looking at my shiner I had underneath my eyes; I shook my head at Billie's question. "We'll just all get together tonight at my house and we can make it all better."
"But I'm in a lot of pain," I said. "It's hurts to walk or do almost any kind of movement."
"Do you think you'll be better by Friday?" asked Mike.
"I think so; I'll just still have my black eye and stuff, but my body should be feeling better."
"Ok," started Billie. "Friday, at my house we're going to have a little party/sleepover type thing. And trust me, we can make the pain and the bad memories go away."
"For a while," Tre added. We all laughed at his funniness.
It is now Friday and it's at the end of the school day. We all drive home and plan to meet at Billie's house at 6:30. This time, I showed up early to his house, at about 6:15, and I was still the last one there. I walked in saw both Mike and Tre sitting down, like they have been here a while.
"What time do you guys get here?" I asked.
Tre stopped staring at the tv, looked at me, and said "We just ride home with Billie."
"Oh," I said, kind of tilting my head and shrugging my shoulders. "I still don't know; how do you guys make things feel better?"
Nobody really said anything; everyone was just smiling and Billie went into the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later and was carrying two cases of beer. "We just get drunk or high."
"But I don't drink."
"Ho do you know?" asked Mike. "You were a little prep before; maybe the prep didn't drink, but this new you does."
"And the good thing is my mom won't be home 'til the middle of the day tomorrow, so we'll have enough time to clean up and stuff," said Billie, all excited. The guys all headed toward the beer and grabbed a can. Tre grabbed two and he handed me one of his.
"You at least have to try it," Tre tried to convince me. I just looked at the beer, then at him; I stared into Tre's sapphire blue eyes, giving him a little puppy dog look. It didn't work too well 'cause he kept offering me it. Mike and Billie were on their second one when I finally decided to give in. I never give in; I don't know why I did this time. I sighed heavily.
"Fine; I'll just have a little bit, but that's it."
"Hey," he said, in a really sexy tone, getting really close to my face. "You know what would be sexy? If I fed this to you. Well, I don't know if it'll be sexy, but I've always wanted to do it."
"Sure; just don't drown me. But remember, I only want a little bit." I opened my mouth and Tre poured the beer into my mouth. He did what I asked; he only poured in a little bit. He's so sweet. "Not bad," I said after swallowing.
"You want the rest?" he said, handing the beer out to me. Mike and Billie were on their third one now. How are they able to drink so fast?
"Just the rest of this one." After I finished that one beer, I swore to myself that I wasn't going to drink another. The guys started to get drunk, but Tre hadn't had as many beers as Billie and Mike. Those two were wasted, but Tre was still sober, enough; I was still completely sober though. Since Tre fed me one beer, I guess he thought he could give me another, and another, and another, and another. At this point, Billie, Mike, and me were drunk. Tre was a little drunk, but he was just enough sober to still tell what was going on.
Since everyone was drunk, we all went crazy. I can't really remember what all went on, but I do remember one particular thing. At one point, I remember seeing Mike and Billie kissing. I don't know for sure, but I guess he wanted to make-out with everyone so he came over to me and asked "Wanna make-out?"
"Sure," I said, without realizing what I had said. We were all so drunk we had no idea what we were doing. Tre was in the other room, but then he came into the room where Billie and me were and saw us making-out. And I mean we were hardcore making-out; his tongue was so far in my mouth, I thought I was going to swallow it. I know I really shouldn't be saying this, but I actually liked it, a lot...
*Tre's P.O.V*
Are you serious? I know that I'm a little drunks and stuff, but I know I'm imaginating this. My girl and one of my best friends, making-out. I can't believe it. Allie said she didn't want to get drunk, but she still did. She just wanted and excuse to make-out with Billie. Man, I am so pissed right now. And yelling at her now won't do any good, cuz she won't remember it. I'll wait 'til tomorrow morning.
*Allie's P.O.V*
It's tomorrow morning and my head is pounding. I have and excruciating painful headache. I looked around to see where everyone was at; Mike was sitting on the couch watching tv, Billie was sitting on the floor by the couch with his head dug into his hands, and I don't know where Tre's at. "Billie," I said, sounding wearily. Billie looked up at me. "Where's Tre?"
Billie looked like he was about to cry. "He's in the kitchen." I started to try to get up, but I just stumbled and fell back down. "I wouldn't go into see him. He's pretty pissed off at us."
"Us?" I asked.
"Don't you remember last night?"
I sat there for a few seconds thinking; it hurt to think. Man, I hate hangovers. Then it hit me, what me and Billie did. We made-out. I waited until later to go find Tre; I really wasn't feeling all that well.
It was almost 3 when I decided to go find Tre. Apparently he had been sitting in Billie's kitchen since really early this morning. At this point, I was able to walk fine, think almost straight; the hangover passed quicker than I thought it would. I got up from the couch, took a huge breath, and walked into the kitchen to find Tre sitting there, staring down onto the table, not looking up at me. "Tre," I said. His head didn't look up, but his eyes did. He then stared back down to the table.
"What the fuck to do you want, you little whore?" I knew he was pissed.
I sighed. "I didn't mean to do it."
"Yeah you did." He pushed himself back from the table and stood up right in front of me. "I see how you look at Billie; I know I'm not the smartest person ever, but I know when some one is going behind my back and cheating on me."
"But I was drunk. We didn't mean to do anything." I argued.
"Listen, you sluty bitch," Tre started. He was really scaring me; I've never seen this side of him before. "I know what I saw; you two were getting into it. You were having more fun with him than you ever were with me."
"But... "
"No, I can't stand to see your face right now." He started to turn and walk away when I said something.
"I don't know why you're complaining 'cause it's your fault."
"My fault?" Tre said turning to face me again. "How the hell is it my fault?"
"Well," I said, trying to stay calm. "If you hadn't shoved those 5 beers down my throat, I wouldn't have been drunk. If I wasn't drunk, none of this would've happened. So if anyone's to blame, it's your fuckin' fault."
At this point, Tre was extremely red in the face; he looked like he was about to explode, and he did. "YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE THE FUCKIN' BEERS! I HANDED THEM TO YOU, YOU COULD'VE RUFUSED THEM! BUT NO, YOU WANTED TO GET WASTED JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE AN EXCUSE TO MAKE-OUT WITH BILLIE!"
"YOU WERE FUCKIN' HOLDING ME AS STRONGLY AS YOU COULD! I COULDN'T GET AWAY! I ALSO DON'T LIKE BILLIE; I LIKE YOU. THAT'S WHY I CHOOSE YOU OVER ANY OTHER GUY!"
"YOU'RE A SLUT! YOU CAME FROM A PACK OF FUCKIN' WHORES AND THAT'S ALL YOU KNOW; YOU KNOW HOW TO STEAL GUYS! YOU ALSO KNOW HOW TO STAB YOUR GUY IN THE FUCKIN' BACK!"
"So," I said, trying to be calm., but breathing hard. "Are we still together?"
"What do you care? Even if we did break up you would have Billie to go to. And that should be the last thing on your mind. All you should care about if how you're going to fix this shit." He emphasized the word 'shit' and then he pushed me, hard enough to make me fall. I didn't care that he was swearing at me, but when he pushed me down, he broke my spirit, and me eyes got watery. He looked at me, then turned and said, "I have to be alone for a little bit." He stormed off.
I got up from the ground and walked into the living room where Billie was sitting on the couch, looking at me. I could tell he was listening and waiting for me to come back into the room. "How much did you hear?"
"All of it." He paused for a moment. "What was the 'thud' I heard?" he asked.
"That was me falling," I said slowly. I tried my hardest not to cry. First it came out slow.
"Allie," he said softly and sweetly. I walked over to him and he got up from the couch; we met in the middle and I fell into his arms. He held me and I cried into his shoulder. "Shh," he said trying to calm me down. "It'll be ok."
"No it won't," I said in between sobs. "I don't know if we're even still together. And I really like him; I don't want to have to give him up."
"It's ok," he still said, cooing softly. After a few minutes of holding me, I think Billie started crying a little too. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked to make-out with you. I can kind of control myself when I'm drunk, but I knew you couldn't; I don't know why I asked you to do that. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry." We stayed in each others arms for what seemed to be forever; we both were crying for what we had done.
