How to date a Nerd

Chapter 14

Who says drinking helps anything?

The music thumps through my chest as my whole body moves to the beat. I'm dancing with one of the random football players. I think his name is Luis, but I don't remember. He's got his arms around my front as I slide my butt back and forth against him. I can tell he's totally into me, and my mind is too muddy from alcohol to care about the trouble I can get into.

His lips trace the back of my neck and a goofy grin forms on my face. Then suddenly he's raking his warm tongue across my ear. Ew. I shove away from him and head over to the opposite side of the room where they've got all those little shot thingies I tried earlier. I don't know what's in them, but they are super yummy.

"Hey, Camila!" I blink a few times, looking for whoever is shouting my name. Things are way fuzzy. Like, I'm really trying to remember how I got here.

"Huh?" I take a step and next thing I know I'm flat on my face.

"Body shots! Get your hot ass over here!" That sounds like fun! But I don't know where I am. The room is kind of tilted or something.

"Camila?" Strong hands clasp my upper arms and pull me up. Bad move, buddy. Stomach turns and I think I'm gonna...

"You okay?"

Yeah, I know he asked me a question. My brain goes on rewind, but my reactions are so slow. I can't think straight with all the stomach sloshing and stuff. "I gotta find my friends." At least I think this is what I say. It probably came out like, "I gosha feen ma frindsh."

I scan the room to find the girls. Someone who looks like Dinah is making out with a girl on the plush couches near the DJ. Instead of going to either one of them, I go straight to the kitchen. I want another drink, damn it. I still haven't forgotten what happened with Lauren, or what happened with Shawn , and I want it banished from my memory.

Alcohol will do the trick if sex won't. Some kid slaps the shot in front of me. I give him a knowing grin, which probably looks stupid since I'm hammered, and toss the plastic cup back. "I think that should be your last one," someone says in my ear. I roll my eyes, which is a bad idea because the room shifts, and I end up toppling to the floor.

I hear someone laughing, but a different someone than whoever it is that keeps helping me off my ass.

"Come on, Camila. I'll take you home."

Shawn? I look up and sort of make out his face. Yeah, I think it's him. There are drumsticks hanging out of his back pocket. I feel the earth shift again, and I stumble even though I was just standing there.

"Whoa. Let's get you out of here." I nod, the slush in my head slopping around. That actually sounds like a good idea. I'm not feeling so hot.

He leads me to his car... I think. And I pass out on the seat.

----

"Hey." Someone slaps me across the face. "Hey, wake up."

My eyes flutter open. The world is blurry, but I know I didn't take my contacts out last night. Wait a second. Where am I? Whose car is this?

"Is this your house?" I rub my face before pressing it against the car window. Yeah, that looks like my house.

"Uh huh." I answer weakly. "Oh good." Shawn sighs, and I hear him undo his seatbelt. "I couldn't really understand you when you gave me your address."

Huh. I don't remember that.

"Come on." Hey, when did he get out of the car? And when did he start carrying me? Oh gosh, I don't like that. It's making my stomach churn.