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Selfish Machines

Chapter thirty-seven:

“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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