Teach Me to Please | Please Me #1

FIFTY THREE

So far, no one had said anything to me and so I assumed everyone was too drunk to even recognise me. Or everything was now water under the bridge, but I didn't want to give myself false hope and be too optimistic.

I stayed to myself and walked inside the living room where the main party was in full swing. Beer pong competitions, drinking games by the coffee table, and groups of people dancing and grinding on each other by the TV. I held my breath and stood next to the couch where a group of people were passing around a joint. I was offered once and politely denied, focussing on finding Roman.

What if he wasn't here? What if he decided to ditch last minute? Then why would he have told Jesse about it? And I remembered what he said about Nikki dragging him everywhere. I had no doubt she was here. Urgh.

Just as I was about to turn and ask one of the stoners if they'd seen him, a voice abruptly caught my attention.

"Ooo! I love this song!" I knew that voice. I knew that drunk voice even more.

I turned to look in the dinning room and there she was. Rya. Wearing a tight, black dress and dancing on the table. Oh god.

"Steven! Turn it up!" she jumped up and down happily and continued dancing with a glass of wine in her hand in the air. Oh god.

I face palmed myself and peaked between the gaps in my fingers as I watched her. I would like to say Rya wasn't like this when drunk but no. Drunk Rya was like a child on crack.

"Enjoying the show?" a voice next to me mused. I turned to my right to see Christopher leaning up against the wall with a red solo cup in his hand. He wore a loose white button-down with the first few buttons undone, revealing his chest, and a basic pair of jeans.

"What are you? Some perv?" I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Believe it or not, I'm making sure she doesn't fall off the damn table." He stated with a shrug.

"And why do you care if she falls off a table or not? Wouldn't it be, like, your dream?"

"Because, if she dies, what competition do I have left?" he smirked and took a long sip of his drink.

I rolled my eyes once more and crossed my arms. In a way, I wanted to drag Rya off that table and try and make up with her. However, I knew talking to her in this state would be the equivalent to talking to a five-year-old with a sugar rush. Plus, no creepy stoners or pervy jocks were around her so she was safe from that.

"Haven't you already won this little competition, anyways? I mean, Rya's no longer up for Valedictorian. No thanks to you, as well." I didn't let the bitterness slip my tone.

"I didn't tell Principal Cunningham about the Spanish pop quiz." He casually denied and took another sip of his drink. "And, if we're pointing fingers, even if I did, you were the one who told me about it."

"Because I wasn't thinking, I was too busy that night." I hastily excused even though I knew I fucked up with my blabber mouth.

"With Roman." He smiled to himself and took another sip. I stilled.

"How did you –"

"The video." He answered before I could finish. Right. I knew that stupid video was going to follow me for the rest of my life. "And the fact that I'm an English student. Analysing characters' behaviours in literature does work quite nicely when relating it to real life."

"Fuck off." I muttered and took a long sip of my drink, feeling the buzz of alcohol swirl and warm my stomach.

Christopher chuckled and looked beyond me, focussing on Rya who was dancing on the table. His eyes studied every swing of her hips, trailing up and down her smooth, long legs. I witnessed his throat bobbed and I furrowed my brows.