Hi. Still trying to find an editor but I am looking over my work alot more now. The last part of the story is there because the dance festival becomes a big part of the story later on so I just thought it was best to give some infomation on it. Comment and rate please.
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Katie:
The morning after the party and I had the world's worst hang-over. By the side of my bed was a glass of water, two tablets and a note saying "Hi, thought you would want these when you woke up, don't come downstairs until you have taken them and they have worked! Love G x"
I sighed and rubbed my head while sitting up. The moment I was sitting up, I had to puke. I dashed to the toilet and threw up until there was nothing left in my stomach. Then I swallowed the pills and got back into bed. I lay there thinking about the night before and how to get revenge on Ryder, but I drifted back into sleep.
When I re-awoke my head-ache had subsided slightly and I could finally manage to crawl downstairs. I realised I was still wearing my dress from the night before so I changed into a pair of USA flag PJ shorts and a rolling stones t-shirt. Greg was sitting downstairs on the settee with a smug look on his face.
"What did I tell you about mixing drinks, hellcat?" he asked haughtily. To me it sounded like he was screaming at me reigniting the thumping pain in my head.
"Shh, why are you screaming at me?" I whispered back, crawling up into a ball on the arm chair.
He laughed. "Well how many drinks did you mix this time?"
I thought about what I had had to drink; tequila, whiskey, beer, vodka, flaming sambuca and a long island iced tea. I sighed inwardly at my own stupidity. "About 6 or seven, depends on how you look at it."
"What do you mean?"
"I had a cocktail that involved a lot of booze." I explained.
"Ohhh, the old long island iced tea eh?" he chuckled to himself knowing I always drank that when I was already drunk because I thought it would make me even more drunk quicker.
"I blame you for the fact I like that drink. You and your god damn pool party and another slut!" it was true, him and his girlfriend made me the drink at a party and I instantly fell in love with the taste and the instant warmth you felt.
He laughed again. "Well I can guess what your other drinks were and overall I would say that you had enough to drink to floor a 300 pound grown man let alone you." I flipped him the bird not knowing what else to say and he just laughed again.
"So are you going to tell me what happened last night or do I have to wait until Ryder gets back?" he asked seriously.
"Ryder is still out with my car?" I asked slightly angry.
Greg nodded in response and gestured at me to tell him the full story. As I told him the full story his face never changed from the serious expression it held. When I finished I asked him to fill in the gaps from when I returned home and when Ryder had left.
"When Ryder left I dragged you upstairs, threw you in bed and luckily you were so pissed you fell straight to sleep. Ryder is over Max's sleeping off his hangover which he got when he went to the five bars after leaving here. And his face is sporting a few scratches off you hellcat."
There was silence for a few moments and I decided to break it. "Are you mad at me?" I asked quietly. I was hoping he was mad at me and not disappointed.
He shook his head. "I'm disappointed that you reacted like a child when Ryder was just looking out for you." Here it is the last thing I wanted to hear. "You are too young to be doing this, especially with people who are older than you."
"Erm, excuse me you lost your v when you were 16 and I know that for a fact cause I walked in on you." We both visibly cringed at the memory. "So don't come talking shit like that to me." I said without raising my voice but with a lot of attitude.
"Watch your mouth, Katie." He warned.
"No I won't. I'm 18 and have never had a boyfriend, never even been kissed because of you and Ryder and I am fed up of it."
"What so you are just going to go and loose it with a randomer just to prove a point?"
"No, but it's nice to know that if I did loose it I wouldn't be thought of as a slag by my own brother."
"So you're telling me you'd never loose it just to piss me or Ryder off?" he asked sceptically.
"Maybe to piss Ryder off but not you, I don't hate you." I replied honestly.
He stilled. "I never want you to do that, you hear?" he growled pointing a finger at me.
"If you didn't want to know you shouldn't of asked." I stood up. "I'm going out, bye big brother glad to know what you think of me." I pulled on my comfy boots that were by the door and grabbed Greg's truck keys. I left the house yet again upset.
As I started to drive I thought about things. I love Greg more than anything he literally was my rock in life but he was too protective and it made me feel like shit. There was only one place I could go at them moment and that was Allegra's. As I pulled into her drive way she opened the door.
"mio caro, what is wrong?" she asked as I ran into her open arm. She held me at arms length and looked into my eyes. "Well I can tell you need my hangover remedy and my neonato and your brother is probably the cause of you being upset." I nodded trying to hold back my tears.
Allegra is a 5 ft nine ex dancer still somehow looks amazing after having a tough kid like Ryder and rocky marriage. She, unlike Ryder has black hair that is starting to grey very slightly. She has the exact same eyes as Ryder but her face was unconventionally pretty, with high prominent cheek bones, a button nose and a strong jaw line. All in all she was beautiful, with her inner beauty shining through.
Ryder gets all of his other features from his Dad but there personalities were worlds apart. Her husband, Mic, cheated on her multiple times so she understandably divorced him when Ryder was 12. I can't remember him much because he was either at work or out cheating on Allegra. I do remember he was terribly handsome.
Ryder has most of his mom's traits; pushy, outgoing, smart, and loyal. His Dad was never around to look after him so Allegra had all the hard work but relished in having someone who loved her unconditionally after her difficult marriage. Ryder is and will always be her neonato. Even though she no longer dances she continues her love of it through me, sending me to dance classes, booking me studio time and entering me in competitions.
I actually love dancing more than anything else that I do thanks to Allegra's determination but she never pushes me to hard. The one thing we often argue on is my song choices to dance to with her preferring classical and me liking to dance to alternate rock.
She started to steer me into her house and into her kitchen sitting me at the breakfast bar.
"Now while I make this tell me what happened." She started to walk around the kitchen while I relayed the on goings of last night and the morning. She started to put an egg, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce, Tabasco sauce, salt and black pepper in her smoothie machine. She then was rooting in her cupboard and came out with a bottle of vodka.
My stomach churned but I knew that she knew best. She added a shot and proceeded to mix the drink before making me some dry toast. When I had finished the story she placed both things in front of me as a type of reward.
She sighed deeply. "I thought I raised that boy to respect women." She said, more to herself than to me. "Well I am going to have a good chat to both of them, they should treat you fairly. However, do not loose your flower just to annoy my neonato because then you will have me to answer to."
