Antagonize Me Read Free

me before he left.
    “You’re one of my best friends and I don’t want what I did to ruin it.”
    Oh God, it so didn’t, but I guess now I think about it well, yes it did. So now I don’t come around much to his house, actually hardly ever. That’s why he was surprised to see me here, and plus, I don’t usually party.
    I walk to the kitchen and try to find alcohol. I feel the need for it for some reason. Even though I know why I’m feeling this way, I’m not going to admit it to myself.
    “How sweet are they? I knew they loved each other,” Hillary says, following behind me. I don’t answer and start opening cupboards looking for the hard stuff. “What are you looking for?” she asks, as I start to pull every cupboard open.
    “Bingo,” I say and I reach for the tequila stashed at the back of the cupboard. Hillary gives me an odd look, then shrugs her shoulders.
    I end up walking back outside, far from where the happy couple are sitting on the grass and open the bottle. Hillary stands in front of me and looks annoyed. I know she won't sit on the grass, hence the reason I’m sitting on the grass.
    “You going to share?” she asks, looking down at me. I take another large gulp and hand it up to her. She reaches for it and swigs it back. I hear her cough and I laugh. She’s so uppity; I wonder why she comes to these parties. She prefers the girly drinks. Most frat parties only have beer.
    “Yuck, CJ!” she spits and looks down at me. I put the bottle back to my mouth and drink some more. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get a drink that’s more me,” she says, as her heels sink into the grass while she walks away. I watch her and the guys as they take notice when she walks past them. She’s quite beautiful, but just doesn’t want to settle down yet.
    By the time she’s back, I’ve drunk half the bottle. She asks for another sip and I hand it up to her. She gasps when she sees how much I’ve drunk and shakes her head at me. My response is a simple shrug of my shoulders.
    “No more CJ,” she says, placing the lid back on the top of the bottle.
    “What am I meant to do now?” I whine. Yes, I just whined like a child.
    “We dance!” she says excitedly and I laugh.
    “You are so dancing with me and we are going to own it by shaking our asses off… all night… looong,” she says drawing out the last word. I smile up at her and go to stand. Shit! That was a terrible idea. I now realize how much I’ve actually drunk as the alcohol starts to take full effect.
    “Shit,” Hillary says. I laugh as she reaches out to steady me. “Maybe I should just take you home,” she says softly. I look past her and see the happy couple kissing and hugging and this time I’m not going to run.
    “No, I want to dance. Do you think you can keep up?” I ask and her face turns serious. She nods and we make our way inside to where the pounding music is vibrating through my body.
     

 
     

    I’m so drunk, but so friggin happy I don’t care. I don’t care that since I started dancing, Hillary has been looking at me like a stranger and has now completely stopped moving. I don’t care that half-an-hour later I’m still going strong, except now I’m up on the kitchen bench, shaking and moving like from that movie Coyote Ugly . People cheer me on, but I don’t care, I’m happy and letting go. Hillary tries to yell at me to get off, but instead I pull her up so she’s up here with me. She looks stiff at first and not really sure what to do. I grab her by the waist and start shifting her hips side to side. She laughs and swats my hands away, then grabs the tequila bottle that is now on the bench and takes a swig before she starts to move sexier to the beat.
    I snatch the bottle from her and down some of it myself. I look out into the crowd and they all seem to blur into one.
    “This is so much fun!” Hillary screams next to me while she sways her hips. An old and classic song comes on; it’s ‘5, 6, 7, 8’