This Is Where I Want To Be

13. Stupid Drunk Girls

Juliet

Friday came. It wasn't a surprise halfway through the evening when Jerry pitched in the club. He stumbled about the place, messing his drink on people. His glossy eyes and slurring made me want to punch him. It would have been better if he was a mean drunk or flirty. I could've hated him more, but he was neither. Jerry turned completely stupid when he was wasted, and I don't know why, but it made me more patient with him. And for the sake of peace, his behavior worked in our favor.

Lincoln and Charlene were dancing next to me and kept a close eye on us. Jerry was trying everything he could to get me to kiss him, take him back. I was getting irritated, and Carl had left me for only a second. Lincoln saw my distress. He and his friends took Jerry out of the club and drove him home. Mandy had enough of Jerry. She felt he always wanted to steal any time she had with her boyfriend, and a fight ensued between the two. Jerry was causing more problems than what was good for him. If he carried on like that, he would be pushed out everywhere.

Our ride was Mandy's boyfriend, and when he ditched his girlfriend for his best friend... It left us stranded in the middle of the dance floor with no way back to our neighborhood. The four of us looked at each other and laughed. We bought more drinks and enjoyed ourselves, hoping Lincoln would return for Charlene.

Twelve o'clock came around, and the dancefloor was getting so crowded with drunk old guys that I couldn't handle it anymore. Some mean and some touchy. It made my skin boil. Rather than attacking someone, I left the club to go stand outside.

My possie soon followed to discuss how we would get home. I had Louis in the back of my mind... because who else? But that meant I would have to humble myself. It would raise so many questions with my friends. I could hear Carl complain, "Another teacher... Seriously, Juliet." And that one was ready to jump me. I chuckled. It would be a disaster.

Mandy had phoned Owen a few times, but it went straight to voicemail, "I swear... I'm dumping this guy tomorrow!"

"It's about time! He's the worst. How could he leave you here?" Charlene complained.

Mandy was livid and couldn't think straight. We couldn't drive yet. You only got your license when you were eighteen, so none of us had cars or any means of transport. Maybe one of the reasons we surrounded ourselves with older guys. Charlene took her phone out to call Lincoln, "Hi, Lincoln," she said, slurring her words, "Can you come to pick us up at the club?" She had him on speaker; there was talking, yelling, and loud music on the other side.

"They went to another party?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Sorry, I can't drive. Too drunk," Lincoln eventually answered. They weren't coming back for us. Charlene hung up the phone, "Douche... There goes that relationship. They probably took Jerry back to wherever he was before the club."

I hugged her from behind, "He's not that handsome anyway."

Charlene snorted, "Why is that all you care about?"

"It's not," I giggled behind a hand.

She hit me on my shoulder, "Come on, Juliet! Who can you call?"

I pouted and shook my head, "I don't have anyone," I sulked.

"Your parents are cool... Won't they come to get us?" Mandy asked.

I opened my eyes big and shook my head, "No! After the accident... I can barely go outside. They would ground me for life. They would find out I've been lying to them."

Carl was next, "Don't look at me. My dad would beat the living crap out of me. I want to avoid walking around with lashes on my ass."

We all pouted for his sake—his story was the most pitiful. Drunk as Charlene and I were, we hugged him, stumbling, trying to rub his butt. He didn't like it, and we ended up chasing him around. Mandy shook her head at us. She and Carl were reasonably sober, "We can always ask someone in the club who seems respectable. Maybe there will be a good Samaritan."