I’m just going to let everyone read the chapter before I begin begging for forgiveness. : (

Being There

Chapter 6: Party Over Here, Party Over There!

“That bitch.” I muttered pacing my room. Abe sat on the bed, slightly smiling at me. I stopped in front of him, frown on my face.

“Come on Sca, you look beautiful!” Abe said, motioning to my attire. I sighed.

Ami had gave her punishment, and I knew she was smiling right then about it. I was to go to a party in her stead. Now, most people would jump at that chance. A party full of people who were top of the line and getting to socialize with them? Me? I wanted to crawl into a hole. I had been to these parties many times before, and I hated every one of them. I had to keep my back straight and my nose tilted up half the time.

But the real reason I didn’t want to go, was that Ami was making me wear the dress that she had turned down for the wedding—the one that was a “little” too tight. I wanted to cry.

“I look like a slut Abe!” I sat down beside him slowly. I could’ve gone—even in the dress—alone and survived it, but I wasn’t going alone. Asher had to go too. He said it was something about California partners being there, but I wasn’t sure. I had been too busy trying to think of a way out of going. Nothing had worked. The only good thing about it was that Ami had been over the little fuss we had. I wasn’t, but Ami was and that was all that mattered. We all lived a little bit better with Ami over it.

I stood once again and Abe helped me put on my heels. Soon after, I was out of my room and walking straight into Derek, who fell down after hitting me. To say I was embarrassed was an understatement. In the impact, my breast had fallen out. Nether Abe, who had caught me, or I had known the breast had freed itself, until Derek had coughed, blushing, and Asher, who had conveniently been walking down the hall, had gulped.

I viciously put the thing away, my eyes closed and my face red. “S-s-sorry about that.” I wanted to die.

Abe, who still held me up, whispered in my ear, “Mr. Step-daddy is looking at your chest like you’re a pornstar or something.” At those words my face went white, as I slowly opened my eyes. I looked over to Asher to see Abe was right.

I looked away, feeling my stomach flip over. I looked over to Derek to see him red-faced and standing up, “Um, have a good time.” He was back in his room like a flash, and my face floated into its normal color again.

“To the kitchen Abe,” I said my hand pointed down the hall. I glanced at Asher to see him looking at my face now, a light blush on his face, his expression looked a little scared.

I walked on my own to the kitchen, where I opened a wine cooler and drank it all. Abe smiled a knowing smile at me, and I nodded. He and I both knew that I would be drunk before the night was over. I sighed. It seemed ever since Ami had gotten married, I was acting like an alcoholic.

“Slow down, Sca, you got to be sober when you get there,” Abe said jumping up on the counter. When I left he would be taking Derek with him to his house. I smiled at the thought of them alone together. The thought made me wonder whether or not Asher knew of his little brother’s sexual preferences. I giggled to myself, and Abe looked at me strangely. “What are you laughing about Sca?”

“Nothing, nothing,” I waved him off, my grin going sour as Asher walked into the family room. I felt a blush work its way up to my cheeks but I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. I relaxed myself, until the blush was gone.

“You are way too good at getting rid of blushes Sca,” Abe said, jokingly pouting. I knew he was trying to cheer me up, and it was working. I couldn’t mope around for long with Abe around me.

I laughed, “You’re just jealous that I can do it, and you can’t,” I stuck my tongue out to him, and he promptly grabbed it. Not expecting that at all, I let out a little squeal that sounded a little like a scream. “Ahe, heh goho!” I tried to say Abe let go, but it didn’t sound like that.

Laughing madly, Abe let go, holding his stomach. Derek walked in, curious look on his face, still a little red from what he had seen in the hallway. I smiled at him, then moved my tongue around with a disgusted face.

“Abe, you had better have had clean hands or I’ll castrate you!” I shook my finger at him. I tasted the faint taste of soap, so I let it go. Abe was still cackling madly. I raised an eye brow and he stopped.

“Evil laugh?” He made it sound more like a question. I nodded at him, and gave him a thumbs up. “When do you have to leave?” He asked.

I thought for a moment. “Damn, I can’t remember. Asher should know though,” It took a lot for me to say his name and not blush thinking about my loose appendages, but I made it.

“In about fifteen minutes,” Derek said helpfully. I hugged him, and he tinged red a little. I laughed nervously letting him go. I hoped he wouldn’t be like that forever.

“I have to touch up my make up, Abe, so I’ll be right back,” I swiftly walked out of the room. Once in my bedroom, I touched up my makeup. Turning in the mirror, trying to appreciate the way I looked, I sighed. I had to admit the dress did look good, but if I had been wearing it anywhere but a party for people like Ami someone would have offered me money for a night.

I touched my hair to make sure it would hold throughout the night. It was in loose waves, making it seem shorter than it actually was. I liked it, and Ami had gushed over it; though Ami did half sneer at me before she locked her self in the room a couple of hours before.

“Sca, it’s time to go!” Abe yelled on the other side of my door. Soon he pushed open the door, smiling brightly. I made a face at him, grabbing my little hand purse that had some of my make up in it.

“Wish me luck Abe,” I said as we walked into the family room. Asher was standing in the middle of it in a stylish outfit of a suit jacket over loose jeans and a fitting t-shirt. Both Abe and I looked him over appreciatively as he was talking to Derek, who was nodding. After I had checked out Asher, who was looking great by the way, I looked over to Derek, who was wearing baggy shorts and a loose t-shirt. Both of the men were so good looking I had to grab Abe’s arm.

“Holy shit,” Abe muttered turning to me. I started fanning myself, and laughing, showing Abe my agreement to his statement. At the sound of my laugh the two brothers turned to me, and I grinned at them, for lack of anything better to do.

Asher smiled a little awkwardly, “I think it’s time to go now,” He glanced at the clock on the wall, and so did I.

“See ya later Abe,” I kissed Abe’s cheek and went over to Derek hugging him, “No unprotected sex,” I whispered in his ear. When I stepped back Derek face was as red as a tomato. I smiled, as Asher and Abe looked at me questioningly, but I waved them off. “Okay, I guess we better go and get this over with.” Asher nodded, and I followed him out.

We were in the limo, and the silence was awkward. I wanted to hit my head against the window, but I knew it would probably smear my makeup and cause me to have a headache on top of the fact that I was getting off my period and going somewhere I did not want to go. Also, I didn’t want Freddy to have to clean the window just because I was having a bad time.

“You really hate these parties?” Asher asked suddenly. I almost jumped at the break in the silence.

I chuckled quietly and humorlessly. “You could say that,” I smiled at him, “I use to love them, but as I got older I just started hating them. All the people there are just… people I do not want to get to know.” I shook my head, and looked toward the window.

“How long have you been going to these parties?” Something in Asher’s voice made me look at him. He looked mad, though if it was pointed at me I ignored it.

“The first one I went to was when I was a little over ten,” I said. Seeing Asher’s face get angrier I went on, trying to calm him down, “That was just one party. The next was when I was thirteen. I started going to them a lot though,” I said trying to make my voice as soft as I could.

Asher slightly smiled, though I could see that he was still pretty pissed. I frowned a little, but in the dark limo I didn’t think he saw it, “That’s pretty young,” He told me, while I just nodded. I wanted that awkward silence back.

Before the silence went on long enough to be called awkward, the limo stopped, and then Freddy was opening the door. I sighed as Freddy offered his arm to help me out. I really didn’t want to be there.

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“And I thought I would just die!” The woman in front of me squealed. I just managed to keep a wince down. I hadn’t seen any of these women, and one very ladylike gay man, in almost six months. They felt the need to let me in on everything that had happened since the last time I had been to one of the parties. I mentally cursed Ami every time one of them squealed in my ear, which left me running out of curses. Ami really had picked the best punishment.

“Now, now ladies, and gentleman, I think this sweet girl has had enough talk for now,” A person said from behind me. A hand was laid on my shoulder and it took me a whole ten seconds for my mind to debate itself whether to agree with the person or not. Jeff was a perverted asshole, but these women—and one man—were cruel bitches. Jeff seemed to be the lesser of two evils. I could get away from Jeff much better than the women—and one man.

They giggled disgustingly and I smiled as I was gently pulled away from their group. “I never thought I would say this, but thank you.” I slightly smiled at him, sipping my martini.

“Ah, it was nothing,” Jeff said, casually putting his arm around my shoulders, “If I didn’t want to fuck you so much, you’d be like my niece.”

I visibly winced, “I’m not a whore, and I’ll never fuck you, Jeff,” I told him with a scowl, “I’m not Donna. You should really try her, though. I’m sure she’ll have a very good time with you.”

“Ami’s friend?” Jeff asked, mock disgusted look on his face, “For her it’d be… how would you say it? Throwing a hotdog down a hallway?”

I couldn’t help but burst into laugher. “That’s such an old joke,” I told him, pulling away, “Why aren’t you with the other men?” All of the men that came for business, Asher was one of those, usually grouped together to talk about what they had to until the women had already drank themselves under the table. It was an easy way to get “ass.” I didn’t approve, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Jeff laughed lightly, “I’m getting started early. This is a party, not a business meeting. Anything of actual importance, I’ll learn later.”

I raised an eyebrow, pulling away from him, “Well, you said you were getting started early, so I’d suggest you get started now. I’ll just hang around at the bar.” I walked off before he could say anymore.

I sat my empty glass on the bar as I carefully slipped onto a barstool. The bartender, who looked to be around his late twenties, smiled at me, taking the glass away, “What can I get you, miss?”

I thought for a moment, debating whether I wanted to get drunk fast or slow, before I answered, “Do you have anything that’s strong, but doesn’t taste that strong?” I asked. .

“I do,” the bartender said with a smile, “I would ask for your age, but this place really doesn’t care.”

I chuckled, “It doesn’t,” I told him with a nod, “Don’t put the pineapple or cherry on it.” I motioned to the drink he was making. I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t want any fruit in it.” He nodded and went back to making the drink.

He sat the drink in front of me and asked, “Something on your mind?”

I chuckled, “Eh, just me moping about family issues.” I took a drink, and smiled. It was very good; kind of sour.

I sat at the bar, drinking more than I probably should have, for a long time. Finally I yawned, then giggled, setting my glass down. The colors of the room were blurring together, reminding me of some abstract painting. Waving at the bartender, I walked away. I had to find a place where there weren’t many people. The guys had already started on their rounds around the party looking for some ass, and I didn’t want to be around them.

I found my way up the stairs and into a random room. It was an office from what I could see in the moonlight coming in from the window. There was a beautiful view of the beach from the window and I walked to it, leaning my head on the cool glass. I sighed.

I don’t know how long I sat there before I heard the door open. A slurred voice called out, “Scarlet?” I groaned when I recognized the voice, and the speaker turned to me, “Scarlet! Hey, sexy.”

Something about the way he said it made me chuckle as I said, “Get out of here, Jeff.” I walked away from the window.

Jeff walked forward with a smile as I leaned on the desk, conveniently behind me. “You are lovely…” He looked me up and down, and even drunk as I was I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes. I blushed from head to toe, shifting on the desk. Men like Jeff were such assholes.

“Now that you’re done with imagining what you’ll never have, you can get the fuck out of here, and leave me alone.” I ignored the fact that my voice was only slightly less slurred than his.

Jeff chuckled as he walked closer, almost stumbling. I stood, as he walked close enough for me to feel his breath on my forehead. Surprisingly his breath smelt slightly fruity, but with a bitter smell underneath; his cologne made me dizzy. The way the world was swaying made me chuckle as I blinked slowly.

Jeff leaned in close, putting his mouth next to my ear. “Never say never, darling…” His hot breath on my ear made me shiver. I was slowly getting intoxicated by his presence. I had never been in a situation quite like that before, where my hormones were slowly talking over. Once or twice in high school I had spent some time making out with a guy or two at a party, but I had never felt so… eager to just be touched for the sake of being touched.

Jeff pulled back and pressed his lips to mine hard and fast. To my mild shock, I responded back just as urgently. I pressed myself into him, hands clutching his jacket. He parted his lips, provoking me to open mine. His hand worked its way up the slit of my dress, grabbing my thigh and lifting it up. Feeling the floor leave my sore foot, I deepened the kiss even more, withdrawing a slight groan from him.

I leaned against the desk, one hand supporting me and the other exploring under Jeff’s jacket. The hand not holding my thigh went up to cup my breast, and I moaned into Jeff’s mouth. I broke away from the kiss, titling my head back breathing hard. I felt Jeff’s lips on my neck, and my eyes fluttered closed. His hand released my thigh, moving into my hair keeping my head pulled back for the best angle. I moaned quietly again, as Jeff slightly groaned as my hand ghosted up his chest.

My breathing became pants as he kissed down my chest. I pulled him up to me, giving him a hard kiss as I pulled at his shirt and jacket. He shucked them off easily, going back to kissing me. Soon he was kissing down my chest again as I lightly ran my nails over his bare back. He parted the deep v-neck of the halter top, showing my breasts. He gave them a long look, before his mouth latched onto one. My breath hitched, my eyes widened, and I let out a loud moan, my eyes slowly closing.

Thinking had been thrown out the window a long time ago, and I would have gone all the way if not for a polite knocking on the door and a concerned, “Sca?”

Reality dropped down on me as Jeff pulled away and looked towards the door, something akin to fear in his eyes. My breathing stayed fast, but the new reason was fear. I went pale in shame as I hurriedly straightened myself and put my beasts back where they belonged. Wiping away my lipstick, for it had been fucked all to hell; I shook my hair out, and turned to Jeff, who had just put his shirt and jacket on.

“This never happened!” I hissed at him firmly. He nodded quickly. A little louder, I said, trying to hide my emotions perfectly, throwing my mask up, “Jeff, you’re a perv and an asshole, get a life.” I gave him a sympathetic glance and he waved me off with an understanding smile. Jeff was just a little more human to me now.

I opened the door, and couldn’t meet Asher’s eyes as I past him. I felt so ashamed of myself. I had sobered too quickly and desperately wished for the haze drinking gave me. I walked past the bar, only giving it a glance. Drinking had gotten me into this mess. I knew I wouldn’t be drinking anything anytime soon. I walked out on to the beach where there were hardly any people. I could relax in the darkness, as I let my shoulders slump and let loose a shaky sigh.

Pulling out my cell phone I dialed the number I knew by heart. Two rings and someone picked up, “Hello?” I blinked. I was not expecting someone else to answer Abe’s phone.

“Hey Derek, can I speak to Abe please,” I was painfully aware of how weak my voice sounded.

“Hey, Sca baby, what’s up?” Abe answered after a moment, “Those women still hounding you?”

I laughed shakily, “No, Abe,” I told him, “Can you just… talk for a while?” I asked.

There was a pause in which I assumed that Abe figured out that something had happened. He began talking about his day, telling me in great detail everything he and Derek had done. After he was done with that he was telling me what he knew about the people we had hung out with in high school, then on to his family. I smiled into the phone. Just listening to Abe ramble was the best medicine for me.

I sighed as Abe ran out of things to say. I took a deep breath of the salty ocean air. “Okay, Sca, what happened?” His voice was soft, causing me to sigh.

“I… I can’t believe I almost…” I trailed off not knowing what else to say. I looked around me, making sure I didn’t know anyone on the beach. “I almost had sex with someone.”

There was an intake of breath on the other sided of the phone. “Who was is Sca?”

I bit my lip, answering quietly, “Jeff.”

“You almost had sex with JEFF?!” Abe yelled into the phone. I winced.

Cold fear made me shiver as I said quietly into the phone, “Abe, can Derek hear you?” I was very aware that Derek didn’t seem to like Jeff. From the way he acted at the wedding, he wouldn’t take too kindly to that news. I didn’t want Derek to think I was a slut. I really wasn’t, I just drank too much.

“Oh shit,” Abe whispered, “He looks pissed.”

I glanced behind me to see two figures walking towards me. “Abe I have to go. I’ll see you later.” I hung up my phone, turning to the two figures.

“I had a hard time finding you after you ran out,” Asher said casually. I glanced at Jeff beside him to see he looked just about the same as he had before. I scowled slightly, but looked at Asher with a slight smile. I couldn’t look him in the eye though.

I forced a chuckle, “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get some fresh air.” I blinked as a wave of dizziness washed over me. I hadn’t been as sober as I had thought. I frowned to myself.

We started walking to the front, where Freddy had the limo. I tried to walk straight, but I kept swaying. My stomach churned, and I held a hand to my mouth. “Oh, I think I’m going to throw up.” I turned to try and find my way to anything I could throw up in, but two pairs of gentle hands guided my shoulders to an empty bathroom and towards the toilet. Someone held my hair back, while another person wetted a wash cloth. I emptied my stomach, tasting the alcohol for the second time—not a very pleasant experience—and took the wash cloth to put over my mouth. Another wash cloth was put in front of me and I put it to my forehead.

I leaned back against the person at my back, not caring who it was. I blindly reach out and flushed the toilet, groaning. “I’m sorry.” I muttered.

“No reason to be sorry, Scarlet, it’s happened to us plenty of times,” Jeff said lightly as he kneeled in front of me.

The person I was leaning on, Asher, spoke, “Are you okay, Sca?”

I nodded, reaching up to the counter to pull myself into a standing position. Both Jeff and Asher took one of my arms and helped me up. I bit my lip as I tried not to lean on either of them. I tossed the two wet wash cloths into the sink. As I tried to walk, I noticed the two men hovered over me.

I looked at Jeff, since I didn’t think I’d be able to meet Asher’s eyes. “I can walk now. Thank you though.” To prove my point, I took a few steps away from them, and looked at them expectantly.

Asher nodded, “Okay Sca.” They both let me walk to the limo, though I still felt them hover whenever I slightly swayed.

Freddy seemed to have a sixth sense that something was wrong with me, but I smiled at him, and he just barely nodded at me. The car ride was filled with an awkward silence for me, though Asher and Jeff just spoke quietly about things I didn’t even care to know.

I didn’t question the fact that Jeff was going home with us, and no one gave me a reason, though I figured it was probably because of the fact that Jeff was Asher’s best friend.

I drifted off into unconsciousness before we arrived at home. I didn’t remember anything until I woke up the next day in my bed.

A/N: There’s no excuses for being gone a YEAR. I feel so bad. I really, really, really do! I’m going to beat myself up to update faster! I mean anything has to be faster than a year right? I beg for forgivness because of being gone so long. I think I may have lost my readers. I’m gonna cry. Well, I think I’ll talk about the chapter now, since I really can’t say anymore about my crappiness.

Sca and Jeff really decided to slap me in the face this chapter. I tried to write it so they weren’t doing what they were but… They completely just ran away from me. I had to rework what I was going to do with the story because of the little stunt they pulled. XD Okay, so I really like it now, better than I did. I’m really shy about what I wrote, and I hope SO much that it turned out half way okay. I’m not really all that experienced in that area (more than I was before but who’s counting) so I’m not sure if I got it slightly believable.

Once again, I’m sorry. I’m going to make sure I work on this instead of some of the FanFiction I’ve been trying to write. The next chapter will not take this long. (at least I fucking hope not!)