Struggles of Summer Love

Chapter 6

January 1st Six Months Prior....

Trash and beer cans are scattered every where. I look up and realized I passed out on the floor. It appears I am in the living room of Sloan's house.  A few other bodies are passed out on the floor. I see Nora is snuggled closely on the floor with Mark. I realize she is only wearing his shirt. My eyes quickly search for a blanket to put on them. So far it appears I am the only one awake. Quietly I sneak over and place a blanket over Nora and I look for Sloan. 

My mind struggles to remember everything that happened the night before. The night seemed vague. I must have consumed too much alcohol. The night started with Reagan, Nora, and I arriving together at my boyfriend Sloan's house.  He greeted me with a kiss and tight embrace. I'm pretty sure he allowed his hand to slide down and touch my butt. I didn't mind. After the embrace Sloan went to attend to his other guests Before I had time to search for a drink his best friend handed me a red solo cup. "You like Margaritas, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, thank you." I said and took a sip. The only problem is the drink was poured so strong I feel like I am drinking straight tequila. With each sip the drink became more tolerable. Whether it was because I was getting buzzed or it was getting watered down by the ice, it was easier to drink. I search for Sloan, but get distracted when I look down and realize that my cup is empty. Mark and a few other of Sloan's friends come up to me and ask, "Want to do shots?"

"What kind?"

"Whatever kind you feel like?" Mark asked.

I often find fireball to be the easiest to do when it comes to shots. Vodka does not agree with me. Anytime I do vodka, I end up sick. "Fireball?"

The guys start to walk to the kitchen and I follow. The island in the kitchen is filled with assorted bottles of liquor.  Mark fills shot glasses for each of us and then we all take the shot in unison. The shot tastes like cinnamon and only burns as a little as it goes down. As I start to set the shot glass down, Mark has already refilled it. "Again." he said.

I sling back the next shot. and one of the other guys says, "One more."

"I should tap out." I said because I am defiantly feeling it.

"Awe come on. Do one more."

"I don't know...."

"This is what happens when Sloan dates a high schooler." He said.

Sloan is 21 years old and I am nineteen. If I was sober I would just ignore them. They challenged me. I grab the fireball and fill my shot glass. I throw back that shot. It feels warm as it goes down my throat. It doesn't burn any more. An idea fills my mind. Before I can talk myself out of it., I fill my shot glass again and take that shot as well. Immediately I realize it is a bad idea. I am starting to feel that first shot take over my body. The guys cheer as I walk away.

My eyes scan the room looking for Sloan. I struggle to walk in a straight-line. There he is.  He is leaning up against a door frame and it appears he is picking on his younger sister.  His younger sister is the one who set me up with him. Sometimes Riley hangs out with my little group. 

Sloan's parents spend more time away from there home than at it. Because of that, Sloan and his sister Riley are known for having wild parties. The parents know they invite friends over. They just don't know how many friends. 

Sloan lowers his head and kisses me when I stand next to him. He is at least a head taller than me, but that doesn't bother him. Sloan pulls me close and says, "Want to go upstairs? It's getting loud and I haven't had time to be with my favorite girl."

I don't know whether its the alcohol or my infatuation with this guy, but a smile grows on my face. No words come out of my mouth. Sloan grabs my hand and brings me upstairs.  My head feels funny. I can't help but think I've had too much to drink. Sloan opens the door to his bedroom and lets me walk in first. I sit down on the buffalo plaid comforter on his bed. His bed is so soft. I feel as if I am sitting on a cloud. He sits down next to me and puts his lips on mine. Our lips dance to a song only they seem to be able to hear. Before long his hand slides from my hip to my breast. I allow my fingers to run through his hair. Sloan has such soft hair. His hair is the color of gold. My head is cloudy and it is becoming harder to think. Am I getting caught up in the moment or is it the alcohol? Maybe I had one too many shots. I don't want to ruin the moment.

This feels good. Sloan lays my body on his bed and continues to kiss me. A hand slips under my dress. My hand caresses his face as our kiss deepens. A tongue slips into my mouth and a hand tugs at my panties. My vision blurs. I realize I can't open my mouth to say anything. Something isn't right. Sloan looks me in the eye and stops what he is doing. A look of concern goes across his face. Before my vison goes black, I hear Sloan say, "How much did you have to drink?"

My eyes flutter back open. The room is dark. Quickly I look and make sure I am still clothed. Everything is intact. I must have passed out due to too much alcohol. Sloan must have left me here. He didn't take advantage of me. The affects of the alcohol are still in my system, but I am awake. I look over at the clock and realize its 11:30pm. 

I straighten my dress and fix my hair. Then I go downstairs. Sloan is talking with his buddies that I did shots with. My legs take me over there and I wrap my arms around Sloan. Sloan kisses my head and asks, "How was your nap?"

"It was okay."

"How much have you had to drink?" He asked.

"Not much."

Mark laughed and said, "It was enough for you to pass out."

I blush, but he was right. Sloan looks me up and down and grins. He whispers, "Want to go back upstairs."

I nod my head. He grabs my hand and we walk upstairs. We go back into his room. This time he is the one who has had too much alcohol. Sloan kisses me as I walk backwards to his bed.  The back of his bed hits the back of my knees and I fall backwards. My back hits the bed and I bounce. Sloan falls on top of me. His lips find mine and we kiss. The kiss isn't as passionate as before. Maybe it was the alcohol that convinced me it was passion or he is intoxicated and starting to get sloppy. 

His hand fumbles the hem of my dress as slips his hand under it. His coordination is off. Sloan kisses me but it appears to only get sloppier. I push him off of me and ask, "How much have you had to drink?"

"I'm not drunk" he mumbles as he starts to kiss my neck.

The kiss sends shivers down my body. It feels good. I don't want him to stop. He pulls at the strap of my dress and slides the strap down. I grab his hand and stop him. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Babe shush." He said as he grabs my breast and squeezes. 

I push him off of me and say, "I'm not having s*x with you if you are drunk. I'm still a little intoxicated. Is this a good idea?" 

"Letting me deep in you is always a good idea."

"Stop."

"Please baby." he pleads. 

I push him completely off of me and get up. His hand wraps around my arm. "Let me go. I'm not having s*x with you."

He tighten his grip before he yanks me back onto the bed. "If you don't give it to me, there is at least a dozen girls who will."

I fight back tears. His words hurt because he is right. Any of Riley's friends would jump into bed with him without a thought. Usually he is respectful. He has had too much to drink. I could stay and give him exactly what he wants, but I feel like it wouldn't end well. His lips cover mine and it brings me back to reality. I give him another kiss. Sloan's grip on my arm loosens. I break the kiss and sit up. I look at my arm and it is bright red and hurts. "Look at my arm."

Sloan looks at my arm and says, "You shouldn't have tried to leave. You've put out plenty before. I don't understand why today is any different."

"You are drunk."

"I'm not drunk." he said as he got on top of me. 

"Please stop." I plead. 

He attempts to  burry his head in my neck. I push him off of me and get up. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not having s*x with you. You are being an asshole."

"I love you baby."

"If you loved me you wouldn't claim you can get other girls to sleep with you." I said as I left his room.

He didn't follow me out. My eyes glance at my arm and its still bright red. Sloan has never acted this way before, but then again, I've never said no. He has had too much to drink.  I go into the kitchen and thankfully no one is there. I make myself a margarita. It's more like tequila with a splash of mixer, but I don't want to remember today.  I drink until I black out. 

I guess I remember enough of last night to know I didn't have s*x with my boyfriend. Unfortunately I didn't drink enough to forget his behavior or what he said. He was right. Sloan could have any girl. He was tall, golden hair, and crystal blue eyes. Girls love that combination. Did he get another girl? I walk upstairs. My breath quickens when I get to his door. Do I want to know the answer? Would my boyfriend sleep with another girl?

My eyes fill with tears as I open the door. He was right. Sloan found another girl. I take a picture of the two of them in bed, so that I have proof. Sloan will regret his decision. He is snoring loudly and the tiny blonde girl appears to be passed out next to him. She isn't wearing a shirt and neither is he. I look again at the girl and realize I know her. That is Alexis. Alexis is one of Riley's friends.

 My eyes spy his phone on his nightstand. I walk over, grab the phone and type in his passcode. Has he texted her before? The last text message he received was from Alexis. My knees weaken as I read the texts. They've been talking for months. She has just been waiting on her moment.