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Nick and Sharon strolled down the beach together, neither saying anything. Nick was desperately trying to think of something to say without sounding like a complete idiot, and Sharon seemed to be off in her own little world. It was already dark out.
"So, uh...what school do you go to?" Nick stammered.
"Well, its summer time."
"Yeah, but, uh, what school will you be going to is what I meant."
"I'll be a junior but I'm still not signed up at any school. My mom will have to pull some strings cuz its getting kind of late."
"Oh...that's too bad. I don't go to school, I get tutored at home."
"Yeah, why's that?"
"Well, I'm sort of in this group..."
"A group? For the handicapped or what?"
At this point Nick decided to stop talking completely. The conversation was going nowhere and it seemed as if she didn't like him very much. He was already embarrassed enough.
"Let's stop here and sit down for a while, I'm getting tired."
"Ok," Nick said. He told himself to talk as little as possible. Sharon opened her bag and pulled out a shot glass, a salt shaker, a lime, a knife, a small plate and a bottle of tequila.
"Whoa...what's all this??" Nick asked. His personal agreement to stop talking was dying fast.
"I'm taking shots of tequila, you want?"
"Uh...no thanks...what's all that other stuff for?"
"Well, you pour salt on the back of your hand, you drink a shot, and you suck on a piece of lime. It goes down better that way." Sharon began cutting perfect slices of lime and laying them on the plate. She seemed to be an expert. Nick was getting nervous. How could he take her home in a drunken stupor? Her mom would be pissed.
"Uh...maybe this isn't a good idea. What if your mom finds out?" Nick asked. He received a condescending look from Sharon. She quickly placed her attention back to the tequila. Nick was mortified. They sat for a while not saying much, but within 20 minutes he could see that Sharon was pretty drunk.
"So, Nick, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked. She wanted to have a little fun.
"No...I don't have much time. I travel a lot. You see, I'm in this group..."
"Pipe down, will you." Sharon slurred, even though she was the one who had asked him a question. "I think I'm in the mood for a swim, what do you say?" she asked as she took off her shirt revealing her string bikini. At this point Nick wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
"Uh...uh...I...uh..." he managed to say.
"Hey, we don't have to swim if you don't want. You seem kinda nervous about it. Why don't we just stay here and get to know each other better," she said, placing her hand on his lap. He could barely understand her through her slurring, and she smelled like a Mexican bar, but he was crazy about her at this point.
"Look, maybe we should just go home. You don't look so hot. C'mon, let me walk you." Nick offered. Sharon begrudgingly agreed. She was stumbling quite a bit, but with Nick's help they made it back safely. By this time it was pretty late and Sharon's mom was asleep.
"Wanna come up to my room?"
"Sure, you probably won't be able to make it up those stairs yourself anyway." They got to the room and Sharon lay down on her bed. Nick just sort of stood there, not knowing what to do.
"You can sit down if you want," Sharon motioned toward the bed.
"Ok...." He sat. He couldn't stop staring at her, and she knew by now that he liked her a lot. It was obvious. The alcohol was starting to influence how she felt about him, and she became pretty flirtatious.
"Nick, have you ever been with a girl before? I mean maybe in that special group of yours..."
"Uh...I dunno...hey I better get home, my mom gets worried really easily."
"Ok...why don't you stop by tomorrow night? We could hang out again."
"Sure!! I mean, yeah that would be cool. See you then...bye Sharon." Nick exited the room.
"What a loser" Sharon said to herself. She then passed out on her bed.
When Nick got home his mind was going in all different directions. Who was this insane girl who walked into his life all of a sudden? Did she like him? Probably not. But she invited him back! But she was so rude...and very drunk...but gorgeous and wonderful and exciting. Nick went to bed anxiously awaiting their next "date."
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