Story: For What It's Worth (chapter 7)

Authors: keilanch

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Chapter 7

Title: Part seven: Lizzie

[Author's notes:

For What It’s Worth

Author: Kei

Summary: One doesn’t know. One doesn’t want her to know. One doesn’t want to know. And one knows everything, but wishes she doesn’t. Four friends, one story. Chaos much?

Author’s Notes: An update? This fast? Is this an update you’re seeing? Oh yeah! Enjoy! And don’t forget. Read and Review. R&R’s the deal.

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Part Seven: Lizzie


I’m already a little tipsy.

Well, actually, I’m a whole lot tipsier than I thought I would be in this party. But it’s just too much fun not to drink tonight. I think the reason I was so excited when I found out that the school organization I’m a part of is sponsoring this party is that I finally have a logical motivation to just get so drunk and not overthink things. Between Jan’s little tantrum slash avoidance drama and Claire acting up again like I’m doing something so wrong, I’m just so, so tired and exhausted. I need this night.

Oh my god, I’m already tipsy and I’m loving it.

And there are certainly a lot of hot guys tonight so I sure as hell am enjoying every moment I’m here. Yes, I am. In fact, all I’ve been doing since I’ve been here is dance with them. Fuck Brent. He can kiss my very single, very hot ass.

I feel a hand on my elbow, and I look to my right to see Rachel, one of the main organizers of this party, smiling at me and I smile back.

“Having fun, Liz?” she asks, as she hands me another shot glass. I down the vodka in one quick shot and I turn back to her, her smile now turning into a playful grin.

“Oh yeah!”

“I bet you are.”

I laugh with her, “You bet I am!”

I feel the phone vibrating on the side pocket of my jeans so I take it out, slide it open, and put it to my ear without even looking at the caller id. “Heya!”

“Uh, Liz, I’m kinda already outside the club,” I smile a little too wide when I realize it’s Perrie, “I’m going in now…”

I walk a little towards where I know the entrance is and I see her, looking uneasy and out of place, and just too cute for words. “I see you, Per!” I wave my unoccupied hand and she sees it and smiles at me.

I walk purposely towards her now as she puts her phone back to her pocket. Before she even actually realizes that I’m already in front of her, I envelope her in a tight embrace and rub my palms on her shirt-covered back.

God, she smells good.

She doesn’t put her arms around me, but I think that’s because I’m kinda crushing her. “Oh my god, Perrie, I missed you!”

Perrie steps back and disentangles my tight hold on her by sliding my arms off her torso and holding onto my hands for good measure. I squeeze her hands and just grin this silly wide happy grin. Oh god, I’m drunk.

“We just saw each other last night,” she smiles this confused little smile and it’s so damn cute, I swear.

“But it was last night and tonight’s tonight and it’s so long ago!”

“Lizzie, are you drunk?”

“What? N–” and right on cue, Rachel appears by my side and offers me another shot glass of none other than lemon vodka – which is turning out to be quite my favorite, let me tell you – and she also offers Perrie one.

Of course, good ole teddy bear Perrie refuses.

“Thanks, but I don’t really drink…”

I down my shot and then, after a moment, I shake my head a little and poke Perrie on the shoulder. “C’mon, you baby, one tiny drink.”

She gives Rachel a half-smile and a shake of the head and the other girl just shrugs and downs the drink herself. To me, she pointedly looks and with the furrow of her brows, goes, “You’re already drunk, Lizzie.”

Rachel interjects, “Liz can handle herself,” and with a smile, “I’m Rachel.”

Perrie looks back at me and, oh yeah, the introductions!

“Oh right! Rachel, this is Perrie, my good ole teddy bear of a best friend,” I grin and put my arm around her waist. Perrie just smiles. “And Per, this is Rachel, one of the organizers of the party.”

She nods her head in that dorky way of hers, “Hi Rachel.”

Rachel grins. “Hey Perrie. Sure you don’t want a drink?”

Perrie looks around the dark, loud, absolutely awesome club, and I squeeze her waist.

“Uh, can I get soda somewhere? Coke?”

“Over at the bar, sweetie,” Rachel nods her head towards the bar.

“Okay.” To me, “I’ll get you water.” And then she’s off.

I look at Perrie’s retreating figure for a while until Rachel whispers to my ear, “So that’s the lesbian friend, huh? Cute.”

Well, duh. It’s Perrie.

I look at Rachel and she’s grinning, really grinning, and…oh fuck no! “Oh no, Rach, don’t you dare!”

Her eyes widen innocently and I know that whatever she has in mind isn’t anywhere innocent, no.

“No, Rachel.”

“What?”

“I mean it. No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“Oh hell, Lizzie, why not? She’s cute. And you told me once before, she’s single. Why not?”

“She’s my friend, Rachel.”

“And so?”

“You don’t mess with my friends! And that’s Perrie! You most especially do not mess with Perrie!”

Rachel shakes her head now, an irritated frown on her face. “What do you think of me, Liz? The bisexual devil whore or something?”

“I know you, Rachel. If you want a one-night stand, you look for someone else, okay? Leave Perrie alone.”

“What if I don’t want just a one-night stand? And what if she’s attracted to me too, huh? Who are you to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do?” I know she’s trying hard not to lose her cool. And I don’t fucking care.

“What’s up?” Perrie’s back, coke in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“Your friend’s drunk, Perrie,” Rachel’s grin is back and she’s looking straight at Perrie, who just smiles back.

“How many shots has she had?”

“Too many to count.”

“Fuck you, Rachel.” Oh yeah, that’s me.

Rachel looks at me with irritation and Perrie looks at me with concern. Great.

“You know what?” Rachel’s attention is completely on Perrie again, “It was so nice finally meeting you, Perrie.”

Perrie nods her head, still glancing at me, but her smile is for Rachel. “You too, Rachel.”

“We should hang out soon. This is my number,” and Rachel-the-bitch produces a small piece of paper – Does she keep a stash of those or something? – from one of her pockets that she carefully inserts into one of Perrie’s own pockets. “Call me sometime, alright?”

Perrie has the decency to look a little affronted but she just smiles back because she’s Perrie. “Okay.”

“Soon-ish?” What the fuck, Rachel, get lost already!

My cute dear friend bites her bottom lip and it’s just too adorable. “Sure,” she shrugs.

“I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Oh my god! Enough already!

“Perrie,” I wedge myself in between the two of them so Perrie can only see me, “come with me outside, please?”

I don’t wait for a response before I take the bottle of water she's holding and then move to grab her hand, dragging her towards the exit.

Once we’re finally outside, the loud beats an echo just behind us, Perrie stops me from moving a little further away. “Whoa, whoa, Liz. Drink your water first.”

I look at her and I don’t know why I’m irritated, but I sure am. “I am not that drunk, Per.”

Perrie just looks at me, and then drinks from her can of coke. “Yes, you are.”

“Fuck you.”

Her head snaps up and she frowns. “What’s gotten into you?”

And at that moment, I hate her.

I hate her because she’s nice and cuddly and concerned and she’s got the most intriguing stares and the cutest frowns and half-smiles and oh my god.

She’s here, in front of me, and she doesn’t even like parties and clubs and she doesn’t drink anything alcoholic and yet, she’s still here.

Perrie is one of the most understanding people I have ever met. The most supportive teddy bear even and quite obviously, one of my best friends.

And oh fuck, I’m attracted to her.

I’m not even gay! I’m straight. I’m so straight I’ve never even thought of girls that way! Never.

And now, I’m attracted to my very cute, very dorky, very GIRL best friend. Who’s gay, but still.

Oh my god.

Before I know it, I’m leaning in. The last thing I see is a pair of now wide eyes – hers – and then I close my own. And then I’m kissing her…

…but she’s not kissing me back.

Oh god.

There’s a light prickling at the back of my throat…and…oh shit.

I break the kiss, but I don’t take the time to notice the reaction on her face because, shit, “I’m going to throw up.”

(TBC)

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