PK / PETER KAVINSKY

20.

I placed my hands on his shoulders and let him draw me closer, my head feeling light with a combination of alcohol and exhilaration.

Someone must have caught Peter's eye over my head as he let go of me abruptly and smoothed down his hair.

"Uhh, I'll see you in a minute J." He said distractedly and headed off into the crowd leaving me stood alone by the wall.

Sure enough, when I turned around I could see Peter's mop of messy brown hair trailing along behind a head of overly straightened blonde hair.

Gen.

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There was nothing else for it but to go and lie low at the drinks table and hope that no one would notice that my 'boyfriend' was probably off with his tongue down the throat of another girl who happened to be his ex.

By some stroke of luck, Gabe had evidently had the same idea as me (obviously for different reasons) and I joined him at the table where he was emptying a whole bottle of gin into a jug.

"Where's Peter?" He asked, noticing I was unaccompanied.

I saw no reason to lie about Peter's whereabouts seeing as Gabe most likely knew more about his relationship with Gen than I did.

"Oh, I think he's gone to talk to Gen." I said, trying to sound unbothered.

"Seriously?" A hint of disappointment crept into Gabe's voice.

"Yeah, I think so." I moved the conversation swiftly onwards, "You want me to help mix?" 

"Oh for fuck's sake Kavinsky." Gabe complained under his breath and then, back to normal volume, he added, "Sure thing J, grab that juice over there if you will."

We chatted for God knows how long, mainly about how much of bitch Gen was and the disaster that was the score from today's lacrosse match. Instead of bringing Gabe's concoction of gin and juice over to whoever it had been originally meant for, we ended up drinking half of it between us. 

My brain buzzed, growing foggier with each refill and, surprisingly, I found myself no longer concerned about what Peter and Gen were getting up to. There was the downside of feeling like I was going to puke or pass out at any given moment, but I guess we can overlook that. My hangover would say differently tomorrow.

With each drink, Gabe and I gradually began to gossip like old friends, laughing over nothing in particular. At some point around 11, he ended up dragging me out into the garden where most of the lacrosse team were chucking each other in the pool.

"Watch out!!" Gabe yelled, ran over and seized my legs, throwing me over his shoulder.

I screamed pathetically, waiting for the pool's cold water to envelop me.

But instead Gabe put me down, his face serious.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Peter standing a few metres away. Not looking particularly happy.

"Hey man, that's my girlfriend you've got there." He strode forward assertively. 

At 6ft 1" Peter made most people look small, but Gabe, who wasn't exactly gifted in the height department, shrunk into insignificance next to him.

"Yeah well, she's been having a lot of fun for the past hour, hasn't she? Where the fuck have you been bro?" Gabe countered angrily.

"I don't have to explain myself to you." Peter scoffed and took me by the arm.