"Are you even old enough to drink? Judson, she looks a little younger than you." She is, but I do not look old. He is just an ass.
"Yes, I am. Thank you very much." She rolls her eyes. "Barely," she laughs.
"Oh shit, bro, you really are robbing the cradle." He laughs, punching my arm.
"It's not a big deal." It's not for me.
"Get Jameson another shot. It won't be long until he's passed out." Blakely snaps, defending herself.
He gives her a look, and she rolls her eyes, "Intuition."
"Are you calling me a lightweight?" He laughs, and she shrugs. Jay gets a look on his face that I have seen one too many times. He is about to get his way.
CHAPTER 22
BLAKELY
"Alright, Sis, let's make a bet." I feel like I am probably signing my own death wish, but he is Judson's brother, and I want him to like me. Plus, he called me sis, and I've never had any siblings. I shrug.
"Okay, what is the bet?" I ask, waiting to hear my fate.
"You match me, shot for shot. The first one to throw up or give up loses." I smile at him. He is acting like a child playing drinking games.
"Okay, if I win, you don't drink for six months. Not a drop." I bark at him, treating him like my own little brother.
He laughs hysterically, "Okay mommy." He pours another round of shots and looks me dead in the eye.
"If I win, you move in with my brother."
"Jameson, No. You sound crazy. Blake doesn't have to move in here." Judson interjects, brushing my arm apologetically.
"Deal." I snap at him and tip back the other shot before he can pick his up.
"Better catch up." I tease and make my way out to the backyard.
Judson starts a fire in the pit, and I make conversation with Hanna, who seems like the sweetest girl. She's a few years younger than me, but I could see us being friends. I grab Judson's phone and have him connect it to the outdoor speakers. It doesn't take much convincing to get him to choose a throwback playlist. Jameson comes out with another round of shots, and by shot number four, I am drunk. No, I am really drunk, but I am attempting to hold my own, so I go inside to feed myself some snacks to sober up some before drinking more. Hanna follows me inside, and we both hop up on the counter and start snacking down. She is hilarious. The way she cracks jokes and has me laughing makes me want to befriend her. She takes one last shot.
"I better stop there, or I won't be able to control myself." She laughs.
"I lost control two shots ago." I smile and fill my mouth full of Cheez-its.
"Jay makes me crazy, I have to keep my will power, or he will be in my pants before 10pm." I just look at her blankly.
"You mean, you two haven't?" I question her.
"No, we haven't. I haven't ever..." She is so embarrassed, but she shouldn't be. I think it's amazing she isn't just giving it away. I just hope Jay isn't using her for the chase.
"I think that's cool. Do you want to be married first?"
"That has always been the plan, but he makes it incredibly difficult."
"Well, I've learned the hard way that you should live for you, not for anyone else. So as long as you're doing what you want to do, you'll be okay."
"Thanks," she smiles. "Most of my friends at school think I'm crazy for not sleeping with him. It's nice not to be judged."
"Never any judgment from me."
Judson and Jameson walk through the door, and about that same time, Spice girls start blaring through the speaker. My self-control meter is significantly low. I stand on the counter, pulling Hanna up to her feet, and bust out all my moves. If I wasn't entirely wasted, I'd probably be embarrassed, but I'm at the "Don't give a fuck" stage.