Selfish Machines

After spending quite a while upstairs with Mike I decide to get ready, I look at the clock it’s almost nine-thirty. It’s crazy how fast time flies by when you’re.. having… “fun.”

The guys should be here soon. And we still have to make a liquor run.

I straighten my hair, and put on some make-up. A couple coats of mascara, a little foundation and some blush. I go to my room and look through my clothes. I grab a pair of high wasted light blue ripped jeans and a black crop halter top. It has strips of fabric going across my chest. I hardly wear this shirt, fearing that I might get my head stuck in the wrong hole I slide the shirt on. I grab a grey knit sweater, it’s more of a cardigan, but it’s nice and loose.

Tonight is going to be so much fun, just the four of us hanging out.

After half an hour I’m ready.

Mike crawls out of bed puts on a hat a pair of skinny jeans and a cut off t-shirt.

“You ready yet?” Mike asks. I envy his natural beauty.

“Yeah let’s go, do you have your fake ID still?” I reply.

“Of course I do, I’m never letting go of it.” Mike says.

We go downstairs and walk out the door. I leave it unlocked just in case Jaime or Tony show up early. It’s not exactly like I can text them.

“What kind of booze do you want anyways?” Mike asks starting the car.

“Just some whiskey and maybe a bottle of tequila?” I answer. Good thing there’s a liquor store close by.

“Ooo tequila? I’ve seen the way you get when you drink tequila.” Mike winks.

“Fine no tequila.” I roll my eyes.

“Hey it’s not exactly a bad thing.” Mike laughs.

Mike parks the car.

“Okay I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He kisses me on the cheek before exiting the car.

I sit and wait for him. He comes back to the car five minutes later with two bottles of whiskey and a bottle of tequila.

“Time to start this fucking party!” Mike yells starting the car, we both start laughing. He pulls out of the parking lot. “I just have to make a quick stop for some green.”

Mike drives a couple blocks before stopping outside of a house. He runs inside, leaving the car running. After a few minutes he opens the door of the car, and drives away.

“Who’s house what that anyways?” I ask Mike.

“My buddy Mitch Luckers. I get all my green from him. He might stop by tonight.” Mike replies.

“Ah” I say.

We pull up to the house, I get out of the car and I see Tony’s car is in the driveway.

I open the front door. Jaime, Tony and Alysha are sitting in the living room. There’s a couple bowls of chips out and a few bottles on the coffee table.

“Took you guys long enough!” Jaime says.

“Sorry! We had to stop at the liquor store.” I apologize.

“Tony play some music, I’ll line up some shots.” Jaime says walking into the kitchen grabbing some shot glasses.

Mike puts the bottles on the coffee table with the rest.

“Spencer we got you and Mike gifts.” Alysha says passing me and Mike one small bag each. Me and her have never really talked before, she’s usually pretty quiet.

“Oh you didn’t have to get us anything.” I say grabbing the bag.

Me and Mike open the bags simultaneously. There’s a cute black Nirvana shot glass in my bag.
“Awe thanks!” I say giving Alysha an awkward side hug.

“That’s dope!” Mike says holding up a Metallica shot glass. “You’re never gonna guess what Spencer gave me today.”

“What?” Asked Tony setting up the speaker.

“A signed pair of drumsticks from the drummer of Metallica!” Mike brags.

“Dude that’s sick!” Says Tony. “I’m telling you Mike we have to jam one of these days.”

“Definitely!” Mike responds.

Jaime enters the living room with three shot glasses. Me and Mike set ours down on the table. Jaime fills all five of them.

We all cheers before downing our shots.

There’s a loud knock at the door.

“Is that the cops already?” Jaime laughs. “We literally just started.”

I walk over to the door and open it to find about twenty kids who push the door open and start piling inside. Two of them are carrying a keg.

“Umm Mike!” I yell.

Mike walks over to me pushing through the group of teenagers who spread out.

“Did you invite them?” Mike asks.

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“No I did.” Says some tall guy with dark hair and tattoos, he walks through as if he owns the place.
“Spence this is my buddy Mitch that I was telling you about.” Mike says shaking his head, laughing.
I shut the door behind ‘Mitch.’
“Where is everyone anyways? I thought this was a Mike Fuentes party?” Mitch asks.
“Are you kidding me? Were you not there last year?” Mike says.
“Yeah that shit was insane!” Mitch laughs.
“I’m gonna need another shot.” I say walking back over to the living room.
“I knew tonight was gonna be lit!” Jaime says passing me my bottle of tequila.
I crack it open and start chugging.
“Whoa, slow your roll.” Jaime says grabbing the bottle out of my hand. He takes a swig before passing it back. “At least let me catch up.”
Mike walks over and takes a shot as well.
“Sorry Spence, can’t help it if the party comes to me.” Mike says passing me a joint. I tuck it behind my ear.
“Hey there’s only like twenty-five people here, that’s no big deal.” I say grabbing the bottle back.
There’s another knock at the door and even more people pour in.
“I spoke too soon didn’t I?” I ask, Jaime nods and I just shake my head. “Well tonight should be interesting.”
Before I knew it the house was filled with strangers. A few I had seen around school before, but a majority of them I’ve never seen before.
The more people show up the drunker I get. Everyone seems to be having fun. Mike is in the living room with his friends and they are all singing along to some random song. I sneak outside to the back deck. No one’s spread to out here yet.
I lean against the railing lighting my joint. I need to calm down. I take a couple more swigs of my half empty bottle. Mike stumbles outside after a few minutes.
“Hey pretty lady. “He slurs running his fingers through my hair.
“Hi.” I smile. “I have to admit, I’m pretty drunk right now.”
“Can I tell you a secret?” Mike whispers. He leans in toward my ear. “Wow your hair smells really good.”
“Is that your secret?” I giggle.
“No.” He starts laughing. “I’m pretty drunk too.”
“Wow you don’t say.” I laugh.
“I know it might come as a shock but it’s true, wow your hair smells reaaaally good.” Mike continues playing with my hair.
“Thanks.” I smile.
“Why do you always smell so good?” Mike asks. You can hear the drunk in his voice.
“I have no idea.” I laugh.
He grabs a hold of my face and turns it towards his so were starring at each other directly.
“I fucking love you.” He says before kissing me. He lifts me up so I’m sitting on the rails. I can feel the magic of tequila kicking in.
We start making out, things are getting pretty hot till Jaime walks outside. \
“Get a room you perverts!” Jaime yells laughing.
“Hey this is my house!” Mike says backing up a little. “Come on let’s go get a room.” He whispers in my ear.
“Okay.” I blush.
We stumble inside and up the stairs together. We go to his room at the end of the hall. He shuts the door behind him. He picks me up pushes me up against the wall and starts kissing my neck. Quiet moans slip out. He rips my sweater off. He carry’s me over to the bed and lays me down. He starts kissing me all over. He reaches his hands down and unbuttons my pants. He slowly pulls them down. I can’t handle his teasing right now. I stand up tear my shirt off and push him down on the bed so he’s laying down. I practically rip his pants off and jump on top of him.
We’re making out with our half naked bodies grinding against each other.
The door swings open.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I turn around and sit up to see a very pissed off Vic standing at the door. I grab part of the blanket to cover myself.
“Vic… I’m so sor-” I start but Vic cuts me off.
“I don’t care about what you guys are doing I’m not fucking stupid, leaving you guys alone for a week I know you’re gonna fuck, but why haven’t either of you answered your fucking phones!” Vic is practically screaming.
“My phones shattered.” I mutter.
“I have no idea where my phone is.” Mike almost cowers.
“Well good fucking job!” Vic yells.
“Why are you so mad?!” I yell back.
“Because while you guys are here fucking, you missed about thirty phone calls!” Vic yells. “She died and neither of you could bother to give a shit.” He turns around and slams the door behind him.
“Vic wait!” I yell. I stand up quickly get dressed and run after Vic.

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