Brush my teeth with a bottle of jack --> ALL.

[JanaeClaire♥]

@ Kenzie/Boone

Izzy entered the party. The tall, slim ginger wore nothing special. Just her usual yellow jeans and bright red sweater and blue jacket. Her hair wasn't special either. Just worn down and loose in their light ginger waves. She didn't wear any make-up. Nothing to accentuate her glass-blue eyes of soft pink lips or anything else. So, she pretty much stuck out like a sore thumb. It's not like she wanted to be there anyways! She didn't get along with Jayde. Or Boone. Especially Boone. But, her mom made her go, considering her mom and their mom were best friends. The freshmen shouldered her way through the drunk and sweaty crowd. She growled angrily as she got caught between four people. Finally, she burst through them, suddenly ramming into some tall, clearly strong guy considering she didn't knock him over. Suddenly, a familiar scent overwhelmed her. She tried to move away, but there were suddenly more people around, crushing her against the guy she always tried to so hard to avoid. Boone. "Hello Boone." she reluctantly hissed.

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@ Kenzie/Kay

I was worried, I was shakey, I was paranoid, I was crazy, I was excited, and I was completely, totally high. I had been having the urge to get high for weeks. An itching want for a while because I had been with Kay. But tonight, when I had tried to call Kay, to quench my want and she didn't answer? The itching turned into a scratching, until finally, it turned into a clawing need. I couldn't resist the call. I had smoked it, not snorted it, which gave an even higher flight.

I waltzed into the party with glassy, dilated eyes and a pissed off grin, if that made any sense. As soon as I walked in, i nodded to pretty much everyone before walking over to a table of booze, picking up a bottle in my hands. Fuck it felt so amazing to give in. So goddamn amazing! I grinned and took a big swig of the poison before scanning the party full of sluts and man-whores. Accept for that Fawn chick. More popular girl was the innocent one. It just didn't make sense. I let out a laugh and continued looking for someone to socialize with. Then i spotted her. Kay.

Damn she was so hot! Beautiful, of course, but so sexy. I licked my teeth and leaned back, just watching her. Watching every inch of her. Normally, I was much more respectful of the love of my life. But seriously? Tonight, she ignored my calls after last night when we got so much closer, I deserved a little show, right? I deserved something nice. After all the shit she puts me through? I must deserve something nice.

I tossed my hair from my face and took another long gulp of beer, thinking as much as the speed would let me. I was being a real dick, wasn't I? ...Whatever. I chuckled and took another swig while watching Kay, my eyes dark and seductive. I was sure she'd feel me watching her.

[KenzieRain♥]

@ Janae.
Kay hadn't noticed Jace come in, she was too busy down some fruit juice that had clearly been spiked. Music screamed, making her head pound. Not that she minded, of course, she was used to music being this loud but Tik Tok wasn't exactly the music she listened to. She dropped her empty cup on the floor, suddenly being rammed against the wall by some guy. She could smell his cologne, it burned her nose and throat. Kay glared up at him, but seeing the crooked smile on his lips she ended up smiling back seductively. She hadn't had any sexual activity in so long. Even her exboyfriend, Matt, hadn't done anything with her. The brunette was horrible about sex, she wasn't a whore or anything but she needed it. It distracted her from the other crap she had to deal with.

She grabbed the guys shirt and pulled him to her, pressing their bodies together, their lips moving furiously against eachother. Then she stopped. Instead of pulling him closer she ended up pushing him away. Why? Because she knew. She could feel his presence in the room, feel his eyes on her. The guy she had been kissing looked pissed but quickly moved on to someone else while Kay's brown eyes searched for the blazing blue ones she had learned to love. "Jace.." she muttered bitterly, unable to find him in the crowd.

Her mind whirled and suddenly, she didn't care if Jace was looking for her - if he was doing that. He could be making out with another girl on the other side of the house. Kay stumbled over to the drink table, bumping into some guy but not looking up at him. She was desperate to lose herself in something. She grabbed a Budweiser, not exactly the best drink but it would do. Kay cracked open the can and took three large gulps, her throat burned and she squeezed her eyes shut. She glanced up, watching the random couples, press against eachother and kissing frantically. A giggle escaped her lips and she slipped, falling into that guy again. Something about him felt familiar... the thing was she was so gone she couldn't even place it.

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A smirk curved onto his lips feeling a girl fall into him, he dropped his drink and caught her arms. "Hey Izzy," Boone wasn't one to be cruel, but Izzy was insanely hot and he knew he couldn't have her - which made it easier to flirt and tease, "Well look at that." He nodded to the tile floor where his drink was spreading across the floor, "You owe me now." He felt himself harden, feeling her being pressed against him. The room was suddenly very, very hot.

[JanaeClaire♥]

My girlfriend's a dick magnet my girlfriend's gotta have it
h e ' s a g o l d d i g g e r n o w y o u f i g u r e o u t i t ' s o v e r , p u l l t h e t r i g g e r .

I watched her a long time, moving from one bottle, to the second, to the third, tot he fourth, to the fifth. I would be hard crashed for the next few days, but it was worth it to watch her and feel so phenomenal. I grinned and took another swig, but froze when I saw something. Something that pissed me the hell off, and even though I was hammered almost out of coherent thought--it hurt. It hurt fucking bad. I slammed my beer down and glared in rage as Kay yanked a guy towards her, crushing her lips to his. What the hell was she doing? Goddamnit she was drunk. Drunk! What was she thinking? But then again. What was I thinking? I clenched my jaw and watched her even more closely as she moved through the crowd. She had kissed him. She had kissed me the night before! Did that not mean anything to her? Or was I some kind of toy for her to whatever she wanted with? I felt my heart-rate quicken, and suddenly, i needed a fight. I needed a fight real bad. i clenched my fists as she got closer to me, getting more and more angry with every step that jackel-born and beautiful girl took.

She made it to the table and bumped into some guy to her left. I stood right up to her, putting my hand on the table in front of her. "Kay." I growled in cranked and tweaked anger. My blazing eyes were on fire with anger and hurt and love and remorse. Oh. And speed. Lots, and lots of speed. She didn't hear me as she watched other couples kiss and dance and grind together. I went to get her attention again, but she slipped with a giggle into my arms. I caught her in my arms, my reflexes fast even with speed. I steadied her and took the drink from her hands. I was fighting to think straight, to get through the crank that fogged my brain and the poison that my mind swam in. "Kay!" I snapped at her, forcing her to look at me. I was way to fucked up to even remember to hide anything. Anger, confusion, more anger, but most of all, hurt. "What the hell are you doing?" I released her from my arms and stared down at her.

"Hopefully me tonight!" a guy with blonde hair slurred as he cocked a feel the second I let go of her. Before I even answered her, the guy made me snap. No one ever touched her like that. With a sudden burst of fury, my fist connected with the guy's nose. I felt a crack under my knuckles and blood exploded from the center of his face. He cried out and stumbled back and glared at me before coming at me in his own drunken rage. Quickly, I stood protectively in front of Kay. Finally, a way to get my anger out. I grinned sickly.

He came at me with a punch towards my face, but it was an easy dodge and I crushed my fist into his gut. He wheezed and doubled over just as I slammed my knee into his chest. He fell back and I gave no mercy. I kicked and he rolled. I came down on him with my fist. Hard. I put my knees on his chest and started pounding him. One punch for every night that Kay hurt me. I didn't care that a crowd had gathered, or that Kay was seeing my dangerously violent side for the first time since sophomore year, or that I could be arrested for this, or that I would surely get kicked out. I just needed this. At first, I hadn't been sure why I was beating him up. Now I knew. Now I knew that I every punch to this innocent victim was to myself. Every single one was years of pent up hurt and anger and fury... and this was hardly enough to let it out. I forced away thoughts of the party and everything so the only things I were aware of were these:

My bloody lip and bruised face, this guys face, my fists, and Kay.

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I tried to get myself away from him, but unfortunately, we were bone crushed against each other in the middle of a dancing throng. I felt hot with my jacket still on, and started to take it off. "You owe me." I looked down to his drink on the ground and suddenly felt him harden against me. I felt my face blush furiously, and I released a discusted snort. I wanted to get out of there and away from that goddamned hormonal attraction that sprung up every time he talked to me like that. Asshole. I stopped taking off my jacket and left it on, not willing to risk him getting turned on any farther. I looked up at his light blue eyes with my even lighter glass-blue eyes, glaring. I hoped he didn't notice my blush too much. "I don't owe you anything, Boone." I snapped. "I don't owe anyone anything."

Suddenly, I remembered the way my father always used to tell me I owed nothing to the world. That I was my own girl. I forced away the thoughts of the the amazing man I once called my hero. The one who was killed only a month ago. I refused to think of him now. Instead, I refocused myself back on Boone. He may be the most annoying, discusting, sexist pig I knew, but he wasn't cruel. "You mind helping me out of here?" I finally asked harshlly. And just as he was saying to ask nicely like he always did, I sighed. "Please?"

[KenzieRain♥]

Kay gasped finally comprehending that it was Jace she had run into. “Jace…” she mumbled, trying to concentrate on what he had asked. What was the question? She narrowed her eyes slightly, her brown eyes wide with confusion. And then, then someone grabbed her. She jumped in surprise, squeaking and stumbling forward. She expected to fall into Jace again but he had disappeared and she felt into whats-her-face.. the girl who had started the party.

“Oh shit,” the girl cried, catching Kay by the shoulders. “Aw Damn,” Jayde hissed looking around for help. “HEY BOONE, IZZY!” She yelled, spotting them on the other side of the room. Jayde pushed Kay down into a chair before rushing over to the two boys and kicking the boy on top – Jonathan – off of the blonde kid on the bottom. “Get him out of here!” She growled angrily, leaning down and helping up the boy that was on the bottom. Damn, she was going to be in so much trouble if they got blood on the carpet… didn’t blood stain?

Boone grabbed Izzy’s wrist and dragged her out of the crowd and toward the fight. Instead of going in and cheering, people backed up but still watched closely, shouting and rooting for Jace to beat his ass. Boone grabbed Jace’s shoulder, lifting him to his feet and dragging him to the door before shoving him out of the front door. Boone was ticked, he wanted to punch Jace himself, but he couldn’t.

“Wait a second—“ Kay slurred, stumbling to her feet. Jace was gone, she could no longer feel his presence in the room and even though she was drunk it scared her. Kids shook their heads and booed her, shoving her the same way Boone had shoved Jace. Several guys groped her on the way out but when she came to Boone, he stepped aside and watched her trip and fall right next to Jace. “Owies.” She groaned. For a second Boone leaned forward as if he was going to help her up but then he rocked back onto his heels and walked away, slamming the door behind him.

[JanaeClaire♥]

I was shoved out the door and I stumbled, falling on my back. I didn't even try to think of an insult to hurl at the guy who had shoved me out there. I just shut my eyes and tried to think through the foggy speed that clogged up my brain. I suddenly heard another person fall at my side, and I heard the voice. Kay. The door slammed shut and so did my eyes. I loved Kay with every fiber of my being. So why had I gotten mad at her? Right. Because of the meth. I guess I remembered why I had stopped doing it. I clenched my jaw and groaned. What was I going to do? I was high. Kay was drunk. I mean, sure, I could think alright when I was high, but only as long as I kept my eyes closed. Open my eyes and all the sights and sounds and smells just feed that monster in my head.

So instead of doing anything, I just kept my eyes shut and tried o think of calming thoughts. I thought of summer days when Kay, a bunch of other people and I would race down the country side and go crazy. We would stop by the cliffs that hung over the beach-side and get drunk and go bat-shit crazy. I remembered when we spent the night out there with a bonfire and I held her in my arms because she was afraid of being in the open in the dark. I made sure she stayed safe. I remembered the days when we would ride my bike through town without a care in the world, or when we first went go pick out my dog. She wanted to home every single one. Then there was last night. I had known deep inside that she had only done that because she needed something to do. I just happened to be there. I was just a toy for her. A very comforting toy

I felt tears welling up, and I got instantly frustrating. Fucking meth amplified every emotion ten fold. I rolled over and forced myself to at least sit on my knees on the grass of the Minner's lawn, grass being ripped under my fingers. I was hyper away of Kay near by, and I fought off the tears as hard as I could. Goddamnit she was drunk! Drunk. Could she even stand? Probably not. I would probably have to drive her home to my place (her aunt would kill her) and get her settled in. But could I do that? Could I sleep in the same room as her when I was ready to break down as it was?

"Kay." I said in a broken voice, but I knew in this state, the only thing she would notice was her name. "I need to get you home."

I took a deep breath and forced myself to my feet with open eyes, trying my best to fight through the crank and turned to Kay. I didn't think at all. I just did what I had to do and scooped her up in my arms. I felt dizzy with the extra minor weight added, but I pushed through it and I fed off the speed, letting it keep me awake and aware like it always had. I made my way to my car (thankfully I had taken that and not the bike) and opened the back door, sliding her carefully into the backseat. "We'll be home soon." I promised her gently and kissed her forehead. So just because I'm high didn't mean I wasn't capable of compassion. I got into the drivers side and started for the house.

So while Kay was in the backseat, i thought to myself, looking at her sweet, sweet face in the mirror. The street lights and house lights lit up her face after every shadow with a yellow light, and I sighed, feeling my heart relax. She could do anything she wanted to me. She could rip my heart out and shatter it with her own foot, and I would never do anything but love her. When I was with her, even if I was in pain, there would always be a touch of long grass, a warm breeze, the sound distant thunder, the smell of her hair, and the feeling of her in my arms. No matter what.

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Izzy was dragged from the crowd when she heard Jayde call them over. She silently thanked that bitch of a girl for rescuing her from her brother. Then she saw what Boone had been called over to do. The ginger grimaced and looked away, hating violence. And I mean, really, really hating it. Ever since a month ago, violence had been at the top of her hate list. Izzy bit her lip and tried to get her mind away from one month ago. Away from the day everything in her life when completely wrong. Izzy shut her eyes and waited as Boone threw the pair out, holding her torso tightly. These thoughts weren't leaving her alone, so she needed to get out of there. The blue-eyed girl looked up just as Boone shut the door and started back, and she bit her lip as a lump formed in her throat. What was her mom thinking? Did she really think she could handle a party only a month after Daddy died? She shook her head and turned away from Boone, finding the hallways that she knew so well and dissapeared down them, finding the nearest bedroom, and (unfortunately) it was Boone's. I didn't care that I was surrounded by his scent. I just sat down on his bed and held my knees to my chest, crying silently. No sounds, and no heaving sobs. Just silent tears. There was no sound that could express this kind of pain.