Baby I'm A Sinner novel Chapter 55

After the fireworks everyone decides to go back inside because it's really cold and we have a lot of drinks left.

Noah seems to have forgotten about his promise of going back up to his room, but I don't really mind...per se. I want and actually owe Jake to get drunk with him, so I start looking for him. I eventually find him in the kitchen, talking to Harry with a drink in his hand.

"Danielle!" he exclaims, raising his cup at me.

"Jakeee." I trail off and walk over to the counter to pour myself a drink. "I promised you we'd get drunk tonight, so let's do it."

"Harold, you're free to join us." Jake tells him and Harry nods, obviously in.

Jake offers to do the honors and places three shot glasses on the island counter that he fills with tequila to the brim.

"To a New Year and new beginnings!" Jake says and the three of us down it.

The alcohol burns my tongue and my throat, but I put my glass down anyway to do another one.

"Another one?" Harry asks and Jake nods, filling the glasses.

"Three, two, one." I count and there goes another. I'm already feeling a bit tipsy but one more shot won't hurt. And besides, three is a lucky number.

"Let's do one more. So there won't be a pair number. That's for dead people." Harry justifies, as if having read my mind.

"Alright, fair enough." Jake agrees and fills the glasses once again.

This time, Harry counts down and the three of us drink together.

"One more?" I ask, although everything is already spinning and I feel a bit ill.

"I think you've had enough for the night." Someone behind me says and I roll my eyes as I turn around to face Noah.

"You're not my parent." I say and cross my arms.

"He would make a great daddy though." Jake tells me and Noah snorts.

"If you're not going to stop drinking, you're going to either throw up and wake up with a massive hangover, or you'll end up in an alcoholic coma."

"Oh shit, sorry, I forgot you are an alcohol doctor." I sarcastically say and try to walk away from him, but I can't really walk on five-inch heels while drunk, so I stumble and almost fall down. Noah catches me by my arm and holds me upright.

"You need to lay down."

"Is that lingo for you wanting to have sex with me?"

"I'm not going to have sex with you when you're this drunk. You need to sleep it off, come on."

"No." I stubbornly say but he's quick to wrap an arm around my knees and one around my back, before he starts carrying me towards the giant flight of stairs.

"You have such I nice house." I slur as he walks upstairs. "And a nice face. Your face is nicer than your house. I wonder if your dick is as big as your house. Or have I seen it before? Have I?"

"No, you haven't."

He pushes the door to his bedroom with his foot, and then settles me down on the now vacant bed.

"Wait. Where are Carly and Jade? Weren't they here?"

"You mean Carly and Emma, right?"

"Riiight. I thought it was Jade since they were together." I mumble and swing my legs in the air so my shoes can come off.

One accidentally almost hits Noah in the face and I laugh so loud I even scare myself.

"How about I undress you so neither of us will get hurt, huh?"

"You're just using it as an excuse to get me naked." I say and point at him. Well, not really point at him, more like a meter to the right of him, but I consider it an accomplishment, based on how incredibly drunk I am right now.

"Believe me, I am not."

I sit up and remove my earrings that I place on the bedside table, and then try to remove my dress.

"You have to unzip it from the back." I tell Noah when he impatiently walks over to me.

"I think I got that, thank you." He sarcastically answers and sits down behind me to unzip my dress.

I stand up and turn to face him so my dress can fall down at my feet.

"Done."

"Of course I do. I mean, I'm almost eighteen years old and I've never had sex. Not that there's something wrong with that but I just want to know what so great about it you know?"

"It's not that big of a deal, it just feels great and you forget everything for a few minutes. Depends on who you're fucking."

"Oh."

I don't say anything after that, I just close my eyes and try to go to sleep.

"You want to sleep? Should I leave you alone?"

"Oh, no. I'm just...tired. And my head hurts. So."

"Right."

He moves to get up, but I stop him.

"You said you'd stay with me."

"I just wanted to close the balcony door properly because it's getting cold."

"Oh. Okay."

Noah gets up and walks over to the balcony so he can close the door, and then comes back. He takes off his shoes and then gets under the covers with me. He's warm, so I snuggled up to him and place my head on his chest. I'm not exactly sure how much he likes that, but he doesn't comment on it so I take it as a yes.

We fall asleep like that, tangled up as our breaths get even.

***

The following morning is filled with hungover people moaning as they try to eat and drink something so they won't throw up, and unfortunately, I am one of them.

Jade and I leave once people start to call taxis and their parents, and my mom picks us up. Emma, Jake, and I talk about having a sleepover tonight to emotionally prepare ourselves for school in two days.

When I get home, I observe that my parents are unusually silent and that something is up.

"Everything okay?" I ask at the lunch table, while everyone is enjoying their soup, including me. I decide to start eating in SMALL amounts three times a day so my teeth and hair wouldn't fall out and so that I won't faint, but I know I am going to immediately throw up once I leave the table.

"Um...we have something to tell you." My mother starts and I put the spoon down, knowing that this is her serious bad news face.