Arabella Rivera "Yeah!" The perverted boys surrounding the pool table in the middle of the room roared. They weren't cheering at the guy who just won his round, no, they were cheering at the blonde dancing on top of the table. Gwen. "Take your top off baby!" One yelled and the others yelled in agreement. This is exactly why I hate parties. I gritted my teeth as she giggled along with their cheers. Gwen always loved the attention on her, she craved the spotlight and would do anything to obtain it. So seeing her giving them all a show wasn't exactly surprising. But the way her body swayed was alarming and quite frankly Samantha's previous words thrust back into my head. She was probably high as a kite, perhaps even higher. I pushed my way through the throng of thickly scented sweaty bodies as Gwen began to take off her crop top. It already hadn't been covering much, if she moves it then her bare breasts will be on display. Something told me she wouldn't mind but there were many grubby hands reaching out for her. God only knew what could happen. "Hey bitch, watch where you're going." A guy hissed in my ear as he pushes me. I stumble forward and nearly get squashed when the mass of sweaty bodies pushed forward. They roared. I looked up and clenched my teeth in embarrassment at seeing Gwen's bare upper body. "Excuse me." I gritted out as I pushed my way through the rowdy teenagers. "Take it all off!" A guy roared and the rest joined. Gwen giggles loudly, her hips swaying to the music that blasted through the entire room. My heart thuds when she nearly topples over the table. "Move." I hissed pushing someone out of the way. I didn't care to look as I rush towards Gwen. When I had finally reached the pool table I couldn't help but cringe. It's not every day you see your best friend topless with her breast on display. "Gwen!" I hissed hoping to catch her attention. It's not like tugging her down was an option. Gwen swirls around, her bottom now facing the crowd as she rolls her hips. I let out an annoyed breath. My patience was running thin with her. "Gwen!" I roared, my voice loud enough to surpass the rowdiness of horny boys. Gwen whirl around and looked down in confusion before her eyes swim with familiarity. "I've been looking everywhere for you!" She slurred, her eyes red. She wasn't only drunk off her mind but also high. I rolled my eyes. "Yeah I can see that," I said sarcastically, refraining from cringing as she crouched and her boobs are now the same level with my eyes. "I think I ate too many brownies." She giggled. I nodded. "Yeah, I can see that too," I grumble. "Come on get down from there." Gwen's shinny lips move into a pout. "Why? But I'm enjoying myself. My girls are free." Her breasts bounces as she shook them. She may not be a D cup but Gwen had enough to catch everyone's attention. Which she did without a hassle. I clench my eyes tight to reign in the migraine that was lurking behind my eyelids. "Gwen." I snapped. "Get down." My eyes peeled open to pin her with a nasty stare. "Now." I growled. She sighs. "You're no fun." With a sad pout, she gets down off the table. "Put on your top."I gritted annoyed. Gwen sighs and whines as she reaches for her crop top on the table. The boys booed as she puts on the top, covering her once exposed breasts. I tugged her out of the rowdy crowd and into the kitchen where there weren't many people. It's a little difficult seeing that she keeps stumbling every few seconds. I promised myself that this would be the last party I ever go to. "Woah." Gwen giggles as she trips on her own two feet and tumbles to me. I groan as I nearly topple over. I stop and turn to her, glaring into her blue eyes. "How could you have allowed yourself to turn out like this?" I scowled. She could barely stand straight without swaying and she reeked of alcohol. Long gone was the scent of floral. Was I with Haiden in the bathroom longer than I thought? "Well someone wasn't here to keep an eye out on me." Gwen rolled her eyes, burping. I fanned my hand over my nose as the strong scent of alcohol assaulted it. I narrowed my eyes on her red face. "I'm not your mother Gwen. I can't always tell you what's wrong or right. You're old enough to know when you're making a bad choice. I didn't sign up to babysit a grown teenager. " Gwen's glossy eyes glared at me. " I never said you were. What got stuck up your ass and died?" She slurs, reaching out to steady herself by gripping my shoulders. I clenched my jaw and fixed her an irritated glower. " I'm not going to argue with you right now because quite frankly I don't want to bicker with someone who can't stand on their feet properly or know how many fingers I'm holding up." "You're not holding up any fingers." Gwen retorted. "Good, at least you're not too out of it," I said dryly. Her nose scrunches up and she leans forward and sniffs. "You smell like sex." My eyes widen. "What?" I leaned away from her tearing my eyes away from her. "Yeah, you do smell like sex!" She screeched loudly. "Like someone who got fucked. You look like it too!" She gasped. I winced as I looked around. "Gwen keep your voice down, dammit!" I snapped as I smiled awkwardly at a couple who had been busy talking beside the kitchen island. I gripped her arm and tugged her. "I think I'm going to be sick." She moaned as she tries to keep up with my strides. I had one goal and one goal only, to get Gwen away from prying eyes and outside before she pukes on me. "Come on let's get you outside," I grunt as I push open the back door and walked out into the backyard while tugging Gwen. I stop and turn to Gwen. Her face looked ashy and sweaty as she holds her breath. She holds up her index finger and turns away. Gwen gags before throwing up the contents of her stomach onto the grass. I cringe as I rub her back. "We should get you home," I mumble as she continues to throw up. "That sounds goo-" She stops as she continued to puke. "Bella!" I stiffen, my fingers on Gwen's back freeze. I turn my head around to face Haiden. His eyes move from mine to stare at Gwen. "Not now Haiden." I warned.