Party by Leveen Tom

Author:Leveen, Tom [Leveen, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780375895692
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2010-02-17T06:00:00+00:00

RYAN

BY THE TIME I WAS ABLE TO START MAKING OUT WITH BETHANY CLARK … WAIT, CARTER … IN AN UPSTAIRS BEDROOM, I WAS UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ABOUT FIVE BEERS. We started on the couch, but this big dude Anthony Lincoln was taking up most of it, staring at CNN and clenching his hands. The news! At a party! Weird, man. It took three beers for me and two for Bethany before I convinced her to check out the bedrooms in this place. The couch was too small for all three of us.

The truth is, there are three things to do at a party: drink or get high, fight, and get laid. Or variations on them. And the other truth is, we only drink or get high so that the next day, no matter what asshole thing we did at the party, we can say, “Oh, I was drunk. Sorry.” And people buy it. It’s the stupidest excuse in the world. You still chose to drink. You knew going into it you wouldn’t be yourself. That’s why you do it.

But there’s this little sober part of you that you can still hear, this little voice that is thinking totally clear and going all like, You can get away with grabbing that chick’s ass. You can get away with coldcocking that assclown from French class. You can do it with this chick because the next time you see her, you can claim Drunk.

Which is exactly what I’m going to do the next time I see Bethany. After she is done getting me off.

Bethany’s what they call a slag in England. Good word. It fits her. I’d had an eye on her for a few weeks, and I picked her right away as someone who’d put out. A few too many extra pounds, not a lot of girlfriends, you know. Looking for anyone to pay attention. Hey, it beats the hell out of what happened to Josh. I lost track of him as soon as we got here, but even at Matt’s house, he was all bent out of shape.

No thanks. No way I’m letting a chick do that to me. No way.

And I’m nice to them. The girls. I don’t treat them bad. I may not stick around, but I don’t ignore them after, either.

This is taking too long, and starting to hurt, mostly because I’m drunk. Also because Bethany isn’t exactly a supermodel.

So why bother?

Because why not. I still get what I want, so what the chick looks like is hardly relevant.

Don’t go getting all judgmental on me. If Josh acted more like me, he wouldn’t feel like he does right now. He’d feel—

Ohthankgodherewego.

There. Finally. Cripes, I barely even felt it, I’m so hammered.

Ah, well.

“Wow,” I say to Bethany, to make her feel good.

“Yeah?” she asks. She smiles.

“Sure,” I say, and give her a quick kiss on the forehead. “That was awesome.”

She giggles. I feel bad then, so it’s time to go. But Bethany beats me to the punch.

“I needa beer or something, you want something?”

I shrug and nod.

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