I was only a sophomore at the time and spent most of my time working or helping my mother out with my brothers, so I hadn’t gone to many high school parties. I couldn’t help but get a little excited about going to one of Mindy’s blowouts. Trying not to sound too eager, I said, “Yeah, that’d be cool. I’ll just meet you at the game.”
I spent the next few hours listening to Derek gripe and groan as we finished the last of the demolition. By the time I finally made it home, I was beyond exhausted, and it was all I could do to take a shower before I crashed for the night. The next day, everybody was hyped up about the party. It was all anyone was talking about, and by the time we pulled up at Mindy’s house, the place was packed. The music was blaring through the house as I followed Derek and his buddies through the crowd and into the kitchen. We shuffled through the different groups of popular kids, each one totally absorbed in their own conversation, until we passed a couple of seniors. They glared at Derek as he passed by them, making it known to everyone they weren’t happy about him being there, but Derek didn’t care. He didn’t give a shit what anyone thought of him, and it showed. He had an air of confidence that was almost too much for me to bear, but his friends ate it up, laughing and carrying on right along with him. They were like a pack of wild dogs sniffing through the crowd, marking their territory along the way, and I found myself wishing I’d skipped the party altogether.
We’d been there for almost an hour when Derek came over to me and asked, “You ready for another one?”
I was on my fourth beer and already feeling a buzz when he handed me another full cup. With a wicked grin, he pulled out several pills from his back pocket and dropped them into his drink. After swirling it around for a few seconds, he said, “I’ll be right back.”
I was surprised to see that he was heading over to Sara Locke, one of the girls from the club. Her father was one of the brothers of Satan’s Fury, but that didn’t seem to slow him down. In fact, from the way he was eye fucking her, he obviously had a thing for her. Sara was a little younger than most of the girls at the party, but she was by far the most attractive around. She was wearing a short skirt with black cowboy boots and a sweater with a slight V, showing off all of her curves. Her long, dark hair fell loose around her shoulders and barely covered her breasts. There was no doubt about it—she was a fucking knockout. When Sara noticed Derek walking in her direction, she glared at him suspiciously, her fierce, blue eyes watching his every move. A lustful smile spread across Derek’s face as he approached her and offered her his drink. She hesitantly took the drink from his hand and seemed leery as she studied what was inside the cup. For several seconds, she just held the cup in her hand, swishing it from side to side, but when her friend encouraged her to take a drink, all of her doubts were quickly forgotten. Just as she brought the cup to her mouth, Derek glanced back at me and winked, giving me an evil grin. He continued to talk to Sara and her friends for a few more minutes, then he playfully swatted her on the ass before strutting back over to me.
“What the fuck did you just do?” I barked.
“Relax, man. I just got the party started, brother,” he snickered. “Nothing better than easy *.”
“You fucking drugged her?” I roared.
“Fuck, yeah, I did. Now keep your damn voice down.”
“Look, man, I’ve got no problem if the chick is willing, and hell, Sara looks hot tonight… damn hot. I’d be all over that shit, but taking what hasn’t been offered isn’t an option.”
“Didn’t realize you were such a fucking tight ass, Cotton. Guess I was wrong about you after all,” he huffed, then turned back to his buddies, bragging once again about what he’d just done.