chapter thirty

I'll Go Jason Voorhees On Your Pale Little Ass

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Picture: jeez I'm obsessed with these ecards

Song: loving this to death at the moment

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How I found myself taking body shots off Tyler's neatly defined stomach - I would tell you have I have no clue. Maybe its the adrenalin pumping through my body, or the alcohol I had consumed moments before.

I'm thinking more of the latter.

One minute Tyler and I are taking turns finishing off the bottle of Midori, the next Clark and Nate are coaxing us into body shot rounds. Heck, even Emily was all aboard the body shot train, now sucking the salt off Nate's stomach.

I don't know what I was nervous about, because doing body shots is the next best thing since coffee after a hangover according to Emily. The best part? I get to lick Tyler's abs. As much as I love my boyfriend's ass, his stomach is much more interesting.

"You finished quicker than a guy with premature ejaculation," Clark snorts as he watches Eli down a cup filled with the liquid from the Suicide Bowl.

The suicide bowl is pretty much every single type of alcohol in the kitchen/brewery (there's that much alcohol in there) mixed into one bowl. The person who can drink a whole cup full is the winner. There isn't even a prize, so I made no effort to join in.

"Your abs are nice," I commented to Tyler as I sucked on a piece of lime. "Very nice, I like."

Tyler smirks, "Face it, I'm irresistible."

I shrug, "Eh. Quite the prick as well."

Tyler gasps loudly, getting up from the table where we were doing body shots from only a minute or so ago. His hair looked like he licked a plug socket, with it standing up in all directions from me running my fingers through it.

"Whose up for the keg?' Clark hollers as he jumps in between Tyler and I, scaring the living shit out of me.

"Jesus," I  jump, "I swear on my breasts, if you pop up from nowhere again I am going to go Jason Voorhees on your pale little ass."

"Woah," he puts his hands up in surrender, "Calm your tits. I'm just going to go drink 58 litres of beer all by myself then," he wanders off, loud sobbing following him.

"I feel sorry for his liver," I winced, "It must be dead."

Tyler nods in agreement, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the kitchen. "What do you want to do?" He asks as he laces his fingers with my own. "Do you want to go dance like dickheads?"

I nod enthusiastically. What's a party without a couple of idiots on the dance floor?

Clark's makeshift dance floor is small and compacted, but also in the middle of the house. It's the destination for the start of hookups, and is where the thumping speakers are set up.

Clark doesn't believe in hiring a DJ, and just illegally downloads music (well, James, Nate's brother, does for him) for the job. He has huge speakers which Lana and Elizabeth bought him for Christmas one year, so the noise is projected throughout the house, without a doubt interrupting the sleep of his next door neighbors.

We reach the dance floor, with the tacky disco ball hung from the ceiling. I laugh as I look up at it, Tyler wrapping his arms around my waist.

Hotel by Kid Ink and Chris Brown is playing, with students of Octavia dancing like sex-crazed nympho's.

One girl looks like a heroine addict, her makeup smudged down her face and her hair in thin chunks of sweat from dancing - excuse me, twerking - her ass off.

Nasty.

Tyler and I start to tango on the dance floor, laughing like idiots while doing horrible twists and turns and drops.

At one point, I thought Tyler was going to drop me because he held me down for so long. I swear I felt all of my stomach fall to my mouth when he did that.

I only stop when Tyler starts to dance like Beyonce in Single Ladies, widening my eyes and throwing him off the dance floor. "Don't ever do that again," I stare at him, "That was scarring."

"You're just jealous of my dancing skills," he smirks, leaning closer so that our noses are practically touching.

"Mhm, that's it," I say, followed by a yawn. "I'm tired," I mumbled, "Let's go to bed."

Tyler nods, "I'll just pull a bed out of my asshole. We stole all of the doorknobs, we can't exactly open the doors to get into a bedroom at the moment."

"Seriously?" I groan. "What about your car?"

"Sex in a car," his eyebrows raise, "I'm down for it." I slap his chest, a loud smack reverberates through the hallway which leads to the downstairs toilet. "Ow, you wound me."

"Ah, shut up Satan," I push past him to start making my way to the door. Tyler's car is parked on the side of the road straight outside of the house, so we wouldn't have to walk very far.

"Wanna see my pitchfork?" He yells after me. "It's red and shiny and I'll dominate your ass with it."

I crinkle my nose, "That's charming."

Quite a few people had left since there was school tomorrow and they weren't too excited to nurse a killer hangover right before school. I can bet my bottom dollar that half of the population of Octavia will be wearing sunglasses to school.

Tyler unlocks his car with his keys, opening the door for a yawning me. Jesus, the night just crept onto me all at once. I could sleep for as long as a bear hibernates and still be tired I reckon.

I mumble a 'thanks', and climb into the backseat of his car. I throw myself face down, not even bothering to make room for Tyler. I'm sure he would just move me around like a teddy bear if he wanted to get in anyway.

Tyler jumps in lifting me up so that he could lay under me and closing the door after him. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat as a lullaby to go to sleep. With his arms wrapped around my waist and my head on his chest, there wasn't any other place I'd rather be.

There was something ... wet on my cheek. I don't know what it is, but it's slimy and moist and I really want to get it off. I groan, the full impact of last night's events coming back to me in one big hit - a huge ass mother eight wheeler truck of a headache.

"Motherfucker," I wince at the blinding light when I opened my eyes. I look down at what was wet on my cheek, groaning at the sight of Tyler sleeping with his tongue out.

Yum, his mouth must be so dry by now.

I wonder what Tyler will say when I tell him that he licks me in his sleep.

Wow, that could have been taken so many ways. Thankfully, I don't have a dirty mind.

Ha! Just f*cking with you, I have a dirty mind thanks to my three best friends and boyfriend.

"Tyler," I lay back down with my eyes shut, calling his name to wake up. I would move, but his arms are wrapped around me in a death grip. "Wakey pakey eggs and bacey."

Tyler's eyes opened, "Bacon?"

"Nope, just your amazing girlfriend," I groan again when the sun hits my eye. "Hangovers suck."

Tyler hums in response.

"We should get up," I try to move, but Tyler doesn't let me. "We have school soon!"

"Shh," he whispers, "We're having the day off."

"But-"

"No buts, go back to sleep," he yawns again.

I groan in response, but let the darkness consume me, falling back into another deep sleep.

I wake up with the smell of food this time, not the feeling of my boyfriend's tongue on my cheek. I guess I'm grateful, because it's not the nicest thing being licked like a dog.

"Whose the best boyfriend in the world?" Tyler waves a bag of McDonald's in front of my face, and a chocolate thick shake.

I squeal, but wince afterwards because of the slight headache that is still there. "Obviously McDonald's," I retort, grabbing the bag and drink off him. I climb over the center console, plonking myself down in the passenger's seat. I don't know how I didn't wake up with Tyler driving off, but I'm glad he didn't wake me up until he had food to give me.

"So, we're skipping today," Tyler confirms, "What's on the agenda?"

I think for a moment, "A shower."

"You stink like beer," Tyler comments.

"Thanks," I roll my eyes, "That's Clark's fault. If he hadn't of spat it all over me then I wouldn't reek like it."

"Okay, we'll go back to my house then," he starts the car, the engine roaring to life.

I nod, I could have a shower at the local pool for all I care at the moment. I smell like yeast, and my clothes are itchy and uncomfortable.

The drive to Tyler's was quick, Tyler's driving skills scaring the crap out of me at some times. Tyler had bought me a hash brown and a bacon McMuffin since I refuse to eat egg. I hate eggs. I don't know why, and I don't know when it first started, but they taste like utter shit cakes.

Tyler drives with his egg and sausage muffin in his mouth, kind of looking like a dog with a bone in its mouth.

As I walk into the house of the Bradford's residence, Tyler tells me that its only just us home since his mom and dad are at work and Elsa is at day care. We both throw our rubbish from breakfast in the bin, I start to walk ahead so that I can get to the stairs and into the shower when I feel Tyler grab onto my waist and pull me back.

I squeal loudly half scared at the action and half amazed at the feel of his chest against my back - even though I have licked his abs, it still gets me giddy every time. "What are you-"

Before I can finish, Tyler picks me up bridal style, an amused smirk on his face.

"I'm carrying you like a boyfriend carries his beautiful girlfriend," I was waiting for the 'duh' to appear at the end of the sentence.

I blush lightly, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He drops me after we get into his room, straight onto his soft bed. He goes to work shuffling through his wardrobe while I lay back on his mattress. His room hasn't changed one bit, apart from the few papers and textbooks on his desks and the unmade bed.

Tyler throws a shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants at me, "Wear them."

I nod my head, walking into his bathroom. I almost kiss the tiles as I walk in, the shower looks so goddamn good. I strip out of my clothes, throwing everything par my underwear and bra into his washing basket. I'll probably just wear my underwear inside out, because to hell am I wearing day old underwear again.

I hop into the shower, savoring the warm water running down my back, soothing my muscles and curing my hangover. I was in the process of washing myself with Tyler's body wash when the door to the bathroom opened.

I cover myself with the shower curtain, poking my head outside the shower to stare at Tyler who is walking over to the toilet. "What are you doing?' I hiss.

"I need to piss," he puts his hands up in surrender.

Oh god. Tyler is going to pee while I'm in the same room as him. I don't know what this means, but Tyler is so cool about it.

"O-okay," I close the curtains again, scrubbing the rest of the body wash off myself. I use his fruit scented shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair, and when I'm all squeaky clean I grab the towel that I had hung over the side of the shower wall. I wrap the little pink Princess Aurora towel around my body, conscious that it only just covers my butt.

I open the curtain, shrieking loudly when I see Tyler sitting on the sink with a toothbrush in his mouth. "Jesus, you scared the crap out of me."

Tyler laughs, a little bit of toothpaste dribbling down his chin. "Took your time," he says with a mouth full of toothpaste, "I thought you drowned yourself or something."

I roll my eyes, "Now get out, I need to get dressed."

He pouts, spitting out his toothpaste and rinsing his mouth out before leaving the bathroom for own purposes. I was ready to drop my towel when he poked his head in once more, "Oh, I forgot! There's a spare toothbrush in the first draw."

"Thanks," I gesture for him to leave again. My god this boy has no boundaries.

I dry myself off, getting changed back into my bra and underwear with Tyler's grey sweatpants and black shirt. I had to tighten the drawstring of the sweatpants to the point where the string hung half way down my thigh, near where the hem of the shirt ended. Then, I brushed my teeth with the spare toothbrush Tyler had pointed out.

I leave my wet hair down to dry, and open the door of the bathroom. Tyler is on his bed, charging and playing his phone. "Your turn," I jump onto his bed beside him, now feeling much more refreshed. "Angry Birds? Really?" He completely missed the pig with his bird, "You suck."

He scoffs loudly, "I'll give you the time I go for a shower and come back to beat my high score. I bet my left ball that you won't."

I crinkle my nose. I really don't want his left ball. I'm sure it would be much more useful for...other things.

Tyler hands me his phone, pointing to his high score before getting off the bed and heading straight for the bathroom.

After ten minutes of struggling to even pass the level, I growled in anger, ready to throw his phone at the wall. I look at the wall socket to see that he had charged my phone for me as well. How sweet.

I pick my phone up, checking for new messages and phone calls. I have a few from Austin saying how he got home, and quite a few drunk texts from either Clark, Nate, Emily or Eli. I also have heaps of missed calls from my mother.

Oh shit.

You know you're in the crap when you have heaps of missed calls from the mother.

I sigh, calling her back since I know that she had probably worried herself sick. Or called the police. Who knows?

"Hey mom," I say as the phone picks up.

"Don't 'hey mom' me," my mother almost growls into the phone, "Where were you last night? I was so worried that you had ran away with Austin. Please, please call me next time you leave the house."

I wince lightly, "Sorry, I had the game and then we all went to Clark's after party. I stayed the night with Tyler."

"Tyler? As in Sandra's son? The one that lives over the road from us?" Jesus, nah. Not obvious that its him at all, I'm not dating him for nothing after all.

"The exact one," I click my tongue, "My boyfriend? You know."

Mom gasps, "Right. My memory is absolutely horrible. Why don't you invite him over for dinner one night this week? I want to meet him."

Ah, I knew she was going to ask me that. See, I didn't want to have Tyler experience a dinner at my messed up family's house. With my mom and dad not talking and the intense tension between Austin, our father and I, it was a recipe for disaster.

"U-uh, sure," my voice cracks, "I have to go. Bye."

I hang up immediately, cussing under my breath. God dammit. This is going to be disastrous, I just know.

"What did your mom want?" Tyler frightens me. I jump, holding a hand to my frantically beating heart. "Sorry," he snorts, "I'm guessing it wasn't very good."

I shrug, it could be interpreted heaps of different ways. "She wants you over for dinner."

"What's so bad about that?" Tyler laughs, running a hand through his wet hair.

"You haven't met my dad," I reply shakily. "He is barely ever around, too busy cheating on my mother." Tyler gapes at me. "So no, it's not bad, it's horrible."

"Oh well," he dismisses it, "I'm sure I can charm my way through the night."

Back comes his cocky smirk that I just so happen to love. Tyler's phone vibrates, breaking the conversation. Tyler reads the text, before quickly replying. "Mom wants me to go grocery shopping," he groans, "You up for it?"

"Only if you cart me around in a trolley," I grin.

Tyler gives me a thumbs up, "C'mon we're going shopping betch."

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Actually, I love this book.

I love writing this book.

I think I'm going to have separation anxiety when it finishes (not that it is finishing anytime soon idk).

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