Thirty three

Alexander Walters:

Why is Katie calling me? What's the occasion? She has never called me before. And how did she get my number? Oh right, Katherine must've given it to her.

I picked up the phone, "Hi, Katie."

"Hi, Alex." Her voice sounded slurred, was she drunk?

"Katie? Are you drunk?"

"Yes, but Katherine is in an even worse situation than I am. She's currently puking in a bush right now." Katie stated and worried with a sense of urgency flooded my veins at the mention of Katherine.

What have these two girls gotten themselves into?

"What do you mean Katie? Katherine's throwing up? Did she eat something bad?"

"No. She chugged down eight shots and is drunk as fuck. She got sick and started throwing up." Katie revealed and I was instantly puzzled. The Katherine that I know that had never even kissed a boy, took down eight shots of alcohol? What the fuck? This must be a silly joke.

Katherine can never.

"Katherine took eight shots? You're kidding me, right? Katherine doesn't drink, she has never touched alcohol."

"Well, she did today for some reason. She refused to tell me why."

"And you let her take eight shots! What kind of friend are you? You know she was going to get sick and you let her take eight whole shots?" I scolded. I can't believe these ladies, irresponsibly drinking. Especially Katherine, skydiving into eight shots of alcohol especially when you haven't had any before in your entire life is reckless.

"I'm sorry. I can't even defend myself for what I did, I messed up. Please, just come pick us up at the bar." Katie apologized and I sighed, forcing my rising anger at her for not keeping watch over Katherine to subside.

"Well, is Katherine okay?"

"She is. She's just throwing up."

"Get her some water and text me the address, I'll be over as soon as possible." I ended the call and stepped out of my room. Well, that ends my plan to go over and get a drink, now I'm stuck having to babysit two drunk girls.

And I have my own shit to deal with.

Katherine owes me one for real. Why would she do something as risky as taking eight shots all at once? And why would Katie let her? Now I'm here cleaning up both their messes.

I entered my living room and saw Amalia seated on the couch watching a movie. Amalia is my cousin and she had come to visit earlier.

She heard my footsteps and turned to face me, "Hey Alex. Done studying?"

"Yes. I'm going out to attend to something, I'll be back soon."

"Oh, cool." She returned back to watching the television. "I'll have dinner prepared by the time you're back."

"Sure." I stepped out of the apartment and into my car. I should've told Amalia to prepare dinner for three, because I'm definitely bringing Katherine over to my place tonight.

-:-

Katie had sent me the address of the bar they were in— she got all the spellings wrong. How much did she have to drink? It was a popular bar and I usually visited it once in a while, so I was luckily able to see through her jumbled nonsense and identify the bar.

I pulled into the parking lot after about fifteen minutes. I stepped out and locked the car, brought out my phone, and dialed Katie.

"Where are you both?" I asked.

"Near the entrance, we're by my car."

"Well, I don't know what your car looks like so you're going to have to give me more than that."

"Right, sorry. It's a red 2013 Toyota." Katie stated and I rolled my eyes, that car is so old-fashioned. I'd rather be dead than to be caught driving such, she needed a change.

I ended the call and walked to the entrance, eyes out for the red Toyota. It wasn't the red Toyota I found first, it was the brown–haired girl who was bent over and hurling into the bushes at the entrance.

Dead giveaway. That's Katherine.

I'd recognize that lovely behind of hers and her luscious brown locks anywhere.

I picked up the pace and walked to where they both were.

"Hey," I announced my presence, my nostrils immediately overwhelmed by the strong stench of whatever Katherine must've deposited in that bush.

"Hi, Alex. Thank you so much for coming down here to help us."

"No problem." I pinched my nostrils shut. "I parked at the far end near the exit, so we'd have to walk a bit. Help her up and you don't want to be too hasty, or your face would be in the same situation as those poor bushes." I added and turned around, leading the way to my car but I heard Katie clear her throat.

I turned around to face her.

"I'd need help with moving her there." She pointed at Katherine, in a sprawled mess next to the unfortunate bushes.

"Well you brought her out here all on your own, I believe you can do that for a few more feet. And besides, she smells like shit and this is a new shirt." I gestured to my black T–shirt I had just worn for the first time. "I don't want it ruined."

Katie rolled her eyes and bent down to pick up Katherine. Great, more like it.

I waited for Katie to get Katherine up and then she began walking her. I turned around and led the way towards my car. When we finally reached it, I opened the front seat and beckoned on Katie to put Katherine in there.

Katherine dropped onto the chair like a limp noodle and snuggled herself. It would've been an adorable sight if she didn't have vomit stains on the sides of her mouth.

I recline the chair so she could lie down instead of sitting and she'd be more comfortable. Katie entered the backseat and I shut Katherine's door and took the driver's, starting the ignition.

I wined down the windows so fresh air could get in and I turned on the radio— I didn't care if they liked heavy metal music, I didn't like carrying a drunk, vomiting girl in my car but here I am doing it anyway.

"Are you going to be leaving your car at the bar? That's a bit dangerous." I said to Katie as I drove.

"I'll have my brother come pick it up." She answered. I never knew she had a brother, I still don't care either way.

I had nothing else to say to Katie so I kept shut, driving and humming to the music. We approached a speed bump but it was night time and I was on speed, so I didn't realize it on time and I climbed over it roughly. A mistake I instantly regretted. The car jogged up and so did Katherine, and the next that followed was she spilling her guts and vomiting all over my freaking leather seats!

"What the fuck Katherine!"

-:-

Katie and I decided there was no salvaging the situation at this time and we should just let Katherine lay in her own messy vomit until we reached my apartment. I immediately agreed.

I dropped Katie at her place and took Katherine back to mine, I couldn't let her sleep alone in this state.

I pulled over in front of my house and stepped out, going over to the front passenger's side and standing there confused on what to do and how to get her out of her mess and into the house.

I had to take off her shirt. It was pretty much ruined by now and there was no use saving it plus, it was a good excuse to get to see her boobs.

Pervert I know, but you can't blame me.

I took off the repulsive shirt and tossed it away and I'll be god-damned if I didn't say this girl was an utter work of art and a body that could kill hidden under those massive shirts she usually wore.

She was in a pink bra— I've seen better bras on other girls, Katherine doesn't strike me as the one who would go the extra mile shopping for fancy underwear. No one was going to see them, so why bother?

However, her boobs in that pink, boring, and plain bra were ten times more attractive than all the other girls I've been with in their fancy and lacy bras.

God, I can't wait to have Katherine.

I figured I had done enough of blatantly staring at the unconscious girl's boobs, any more than I had done would be plain pervert and creepy.

I carried her out to my car and I internally wept at the disgusting… err— thing that Katherine puked out, laid on my leather seats. A car wash would deal with that tomorrow.

I carried Katherine into my apartment. The look on Amalia's face when she saw me walk in with an unconscious, half–naked girl in my arms was pricelessly comical. I would've laughed if my nostrils weren't being assaulted by Katherine's stench.

"Is she dead?" Amalia asked and I couldn't hold it anymore and I snickered.

"No, she isn't. She's drunk, passed out, and reeks of vomit. Just give her a shower, and something of yours to wear." I said to Amalia, laying Katherine on the couch.

"Hell no! Why my clothes? I don't want them smelling like a drunk girl's vomit." Amalia refuted, folding my arms.

"Fine." I sighed. "Bathe her and get her into one of my T–shirts."

Amalia rolled her eyes, "Alright." She agreed and got up from the couch to meet Katherine.

With that out of the way, I turned around to leave the house.

"And where are you going Mr? You're supposed to stay around and help me."

"I can't."

Truly I couldn't. I don't know if it makes me a bad person or not, but I don't think I can control myself to stay around drunk Katherine and not take advantage of her. She's so sexy and God, I hate myself for thinking this. My head's so messed up.

It's better for me to leave.