Jes sent me a text saying she can't come over until thirty minutes before the party starts. She's Jordan's ride because he's too lazy to walk. He won't be here till later too. Drake and I pass the time goofing around, talking, watching TV, and we eat dinner.

        "They should be here soon. Want to get started?" We are now sitting in his calming tan colored room. It's about the same size as mine, maybe a bit bigger. His walls are covered with posters of musicians and his desk is cluttered with equipment for making music beats.

        "Yeah, sure." It won't take us to long. My parents decorated the house before they left. We just need to set up the music, snacks, and move furniture."

        "How about I set up the food and you set up the music. When they get here we can all help move the furniture."

        "Sounds like a plan." I walk down the stairs into the kitchen leaving Drake to gather all his music equipment. I search around in cabinets until I find four big bowls. I set them up on the small granite island and pour bags of different chips and snacks into them. That's all I have to do. "Tell me a little more about yourself." I starts Drake has he's setting up in the corner of his living room.

        "Like what?" He smiles sweetly.

        "Anything. Things about your family, mainly things about you. How did you end up in Albany of all places and what nationality are you are. You're defiantly Mexican but I can't tell what you're mixed with."

        "I'm a quarter Puerto Rican. I've lived in Albany my whole life. I love music and sports. My favorite color is purple. What else do you want to know?" He plugs cords from his laptop into his speaker.

        "I'm not exactly sure. Maybe you have a dirty little secret you've been dying to let out." I laugh. For a second he freezes with a slightly panicked face. As quickly as it was there it disappears. He is hiding something. I wonder if he'll ever tell me what it is.

        "No, I don't have any secrets. I do have a bad past reputation but I've changed."

        "I'll get the door." I go to the door thinking about Drake's past. I wouldn't think he had a bad reputation. Some of the people he hands out with are known for getting into trouble. Maybe he used to get in trouble with them. I let Jes and Jordan in with an excited feeling in my stomach. Tonight is going to be a fun night. We exchange hi's and Jordan gives me a hug. "Drake's setting up his music in the living room. I'm going to change real quickly. When I'm done I'll need your help moving furniture."

        "Okay, we'll start moving the stuff we can." Jordan says and Jes nods in agreement. Once I get upstairs I change as fast as I can. A few minutes later I enter the living room where the furniture has been moved and everyone's waiting to see what I chose to wear.

        "Do you think this looks good Jes? Or should I run home and get my black and tan lace pencil skirt?" These pants feel like they are sprayed onto my body. I'm used to my regular skinny jeans being tight but amazing these are tighter. The shirt cuts low in the front showing almost a quarter of my boobs. I've always been self-cautious of my chest area. They are a bit on the smaller side.

        "I love it! Its super cute and I love your pants heel combo." A smile immediately spreads across my face. I can't wait for this party to start. Moments later people start flowing thru the door.

        "You must have at least invited two hundred people." I yell over the music to Drake when I spot him.

        "What can I say? I'm Mr. Popular." He laughs taking another gulp of beer. "I think Kyle is trying to get your attention." He points across his kitchen to a group of guys. Kyle, who's in a few of my classes, is gesturing for me to come over.

        "What do you think he wants from me?"

        "He's probably going to try and get you to kiss him."

        "Before I go, give me another shot and a beer." Drake nods his head in understanding. I hate dealing with assholes like Kyle. I take my second shot of the night and grab my beer.

        "Good luck!" He laughs. I flip him off and stick my tongue out at him.

        "What you did back there was very sweet of you." Kyle grins at me as I approach him.

        "Taking the shot or flipping him off?" I say with a bit of an attitude. Whoa, did not mean for it to come out like that. I bet it's from all the alcohol I've had so far.

        "Feisty, I like that in a girl and both of them."

        "What do you want Kyle?"

        "I just wanted to compliment you on your outfit. It makes your ass and tits look great." He says looking me up and down. I take big gulps of beer feeling my glass get lighter.

        "If you're trying to be a dick you're doing a bad job at it. Thanks for the compliment. I'm going to get another beer. Hopefully I won't see you later." I smirk turning around to walk away. He grabs my wrist pulling me back.

        "At least dance with me." I laugh at him.

        "Every time I talk to you, you try and piss me off. Why would I want to dance with you?"

        "The only reason I try is because I haven't cracked you yet. If you got to know me you'd live me. Just one dance?"

        "Sorry dude but I asked her before she came over here. Here's the other beer you asked for." Drake hands me a full beer. I set my empty bottle on the nearest surface and let Drake me to the living room where everyone's dancing to the blaring music. We jump up and down, sing to the lyrics, drink our beers, and just have a good time. The time passes in a blur. The next morning when I wake up hanging off Drake's bed with drake next to me. I have no clue what happened last night. Oh dear god I hope nothing happened between Drake and I. When I look around I see Jordan passed out on the floor.

        "Good morning sunshine! You had a blast last night." Jes says way too cheerily as she enters the room.

        "Please don't be so loud." My head feels like someone's hitting it with a hammer repeatedly. "Oh no, what happened last night? The last thing I remember is dancing with Drake. Please tell me Drake and I didn't do anything." I sit up in bed at a snail's pace. "Where the hell are my pants?" I'm wearing one of Drakes shirts which isn't cover my ass all the way. I wrap myself in the bed sheet looking at Jes with a shocked and worried face.

        "Will you stop yelling?" Drake groans turning over to face us.

        "She's not yelling. You're just really hung over like Alina."

        "Jes I need to know what happened last night."

        "Alright, wake Jordan up and meet me downstairs. I made a huge pot of coffee and picked up some Nations for breakfast." She seems way too happy. I yank the pillow from under Drakes head and throw it at Jordan's face.

        "Both of you wake up. Jes made coffee and picked us up some breakfast." They both groan continuing to keep their eyes closed. "Do either of you know where my clothes are?"

        "No, but I think you should keep them off." Jordan laughs from the floor. I roll my eyes at him with a small smile. Even hung over him is trying to get into my pants. Drake lugs himself out of bed. He's in pajama pants and that's it.

        "Here you can wear these for the time being." He hands me his gray sweatpants.

        "Thanks. Do you remember what happened last night?" I quickly unwrap myself from the blankets. When I bend over to put the sweatpants on the shirt uncovers my whole butt.

        "Nice ass." Jordan stares while until I have the sweats on. I glare at him.

        "Whatever you're thinking. Stop thinking it because it's not going to happen. Can we go get some breakfast now? I'm starving." After taking a few steps I feel really dizzy.

        "You okay there?" Drake puts his hand on my back helping me steady myself.

        "I'm fine. Just super hung over and worried about what I did or didn't do."

        "I'll carry you downstairs." Before I can say anything he's picked me up in one swift movement. I put my hands around his neck praying he won't drop me.

        "Will someone pass me the coffee pot please?" I ask shoving a piece of bacon in my mouth then some hash browns. Drake pours me some more coffee.

        "I have to say I didn't realize you were such a party animal Alina." Jes smiles. I freeze mid chew.

        "I agree." Drake and Jordan say at the same time. I look at each of them with pleading eyes.

        "Please someone tell me what happened last night. This is like torture." I whine. "Am I the only one who doesn't remember about a third of the night?"

        "No, I don't at least remember the last quarter of it." Jordan says.

        "The last quarter is kind of blurry but I pretty much remember all of it."

        "I remember all of it. Are you ready to hear about what happened?"

        "Isn't the answer obvious?" I continue to whine. Why does she enjoy torturing me?

        "What's the last thing you remember?"

        "Dancing with Drake in the living room."

        "You guys danced for a while. When you both finished your beers Drake went to go get you another one. Kyle seemed to jump on the opportunity to bring you a shot even though you were borderline drunk. Luckily you weren't drunk enough to dance with he when he asked. I think ill move a bit faster so we can get to the more interesting part," She smiles almost deviously, "drake came to your rescue to get rid of Kyle, you drank another beer, you, me, Jordan, and drake all danced in a group like crazy people, you had another beer, and then we started to get then munchies so we went to the kitchen. Jordan danced with some other chick. You were eating chips and some people asked if we want to play a drinking game. The game was called Never Have I Ever. Anyone who has done what the player has not must drink." She says taunting me. I lay my forehead on the table shaking my head no.

        "What did I drink to and what did I say?"

        "I think I can fill in this part." Drake smiles at me.

        "Don't worry you didn't do anything bad. You did drink to a lot of stuff though. I never knew how much you could find out about a person thru a drinking game." He laughs. "Apparently you've been in a lot of fights growing up, you've been in love, you've taken shots before, snuck a guy over to your house." He stops to think.

        "Looks like you know me as well as Nicky does. We can skip the rest of the things on the list. If I did something really stupid or embarrassing will you please tell me?" I ask drinking some more coffee.

        "Should we start with how she played seven minutes in heaven or started a freak train?" Drake asks Jes and Jordan. With one hand holding my cup of coffee I use my free one to rub my forehead. I will never get this drunk again.

        "You tell her about seven minutes in heaven and I'll tell her about the freak train." Jordan says.

        "You spent seven minutes in heaven with Ben. From what we could hear. You two were having a fun time in the closet. He seemed really happy when the bottle landed on you."

        "He seemed even happier when you two came out of the closet." Jordan finishes for Drake smirking at me.

        "Ben? The captain of the football team? Happy to spend seven minutes with me in a closet. I bet he was happy because he thought I was so wasted id give him a bj." I snort and laugh.

        "Did you give him a bj?" Jordan asks. All three of them stare at me. Think hard Al.

        "No I didn't! I remember being in the closet with him." I say loudly really happy. That was a bad idea. My head feels even worse not. Images of being in the closet with him flash through my head. "It went along like this. I called him sexy because he has a very muscular attractive body. He said I wasn't bad looking either. I think I said he was a sweet guy. Anyway, all that happened is we made out and I felt under his shirt. That's all the dirtiness we did. No bj! Then I think he said we should go out sometime." I stir my coffee thinking about what would happen If I did try going out with Ben. We've already sucked faces so why not? Every time we talk he's always really sweet. Plus it'll help me get rid of any feelings of being more then friends with Drake. "Tell me about this freak train I started." I turn my head to face Jordan. He clears his throat then starts.

        "Is all started with you asking me to dance." I laugh.

        "Don't flatter yourself to much. I was ridiculously drunk remember? Seems like the only way I'll ever do something with you is if I'm wasted." Jes and Drake both laugh. Jordan still keeps his cocky grin on his face. Whenever I see a guy make this face I always think of Jordan. He does it so well it looks like he practices in a mirror every night he does it so well. This face is now deemed Jordan's face.

        "You, Alina, are a fantastic dancer. Back to the tale of the freak train. We danced for a while and you asked Jes to dance on you. I have no clue how you talked her into dancing on you. My guess, she was also pretty drunk even if she isn't admitting it."

        "I just felt like letting go last night. I did get drunk last night but not nearly as bad as you guys did. When I woke up my headache lasted for only five minutes then I was fine."

        "I still don't see how I started a freak train."

        "This next part does," Jordan continues, "Some people joined on their own but you kept telling people they should. Then you told me to yell freak train really loud. When we did everybody went crazy. Girls danced on girls and some drunken ones made out with each other. Guys were dying to dance with you."

        "How many did you let me dance with?"

        "About five or six." He says nonchalantly.

        "Are you serious? Everyone's going to think I'm an alcoholic slut now."

        "Actually they don't. Apparently all the guys think you're an awesome partier and have decided they will all be inviting the new girl to their parties." I stare at Drake knowing everything that just came out of his mouth is bullshit. "Its true look at what people are posting on both out Facebook walls." He passes me his phone. Look at my wall first. One post says you are quite the party animal with twenty four likes. The second one says you're a great dancer. Another says defiantly inviting you to the next party I throw with almost forty likes.

        "People out here are really weird." Posts on drakes wall say nice party that chick Alina is crazy, you're party was even better than last year because of Alina, invite that party animal Alina next year. "None of this explains how I ended up in his shirt, in his bed, with him shirtless." I look to Jes for an answer.

        "Don't worry. Nothing happened between you guys. The party had ended and you got really tired. You just started taking your clothes off. At one point you were just sleeping in your bra and undies. Jordan somehow ended up on the floor. Drake tried to be all sweet and put his shirt on you but he was way too drunk. He ended up giving up an passing out a few minutes later. I put the shirt on you. How Drake ended up shirtless is a mystery to me. Sadly that brings us to the end of our tale." Overall the night wasn't as horrible as I thought. At least I didn't end up sleeping with someone. I mean sex wise not actually sleeping. "I'm still amazed you didn't hurl after all the alcohol you drank."

        "I'm really good at holding my liquor. On the bright side of all this. At least we all had a good time."