I knew alcohol had a weird effect on the body but what I didn't expect it to do was make me tear up the dance floor with Lizzie by my side.

The alcohol made me feel as feel as though I had just been injected with some powerful chemical.

I felt different and I couldn't categorize it. If it was the good different,I didn't know. If it was the bad,I couldn't tell.

"I didn't know you partied."

And it was at that exact moment I froze.

Usually,when someone sneaks up on me, I'd turn around and kick them in the shin or punch them.

Trust me, those were very important reflexes reflexes even though my hands were made for writing or chopping carrots and not for punching.

I grew up being close to people who loved to play pranks on people. 'People' meaning 'me'.

My older brother, my cousin Jacob and he who shall not be named.

Those times I could tell if it was Mg or Jacob or Mr nameless. But this time it felt different.

I knew who was behind me, heck,it was the person who has been around me a lot these past two days but my reflexes wouldn't work.

I urged them to, played the actions out in my head but nothing happened.

The party all around us disappeared  and it was at that I knew, that moment that I felt, something deep inside me that I have never felt before.

Maybe it was that feeling, maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just me acting on impulse that made me do what I did next.

A tale as old as time, where popular meets average but through a night of persuasion, alcohol and a quite blank state of mind.

When Good Girls Drink

•‘Si, it's time.’ ‘Do I want to know what you mean by that?’ ‘It's time for you to create a social media account.’ ‘No need, I've got one already.’ ‘One other than Snapchat, Si. And no, this conversation isn't open for arguments. Can I have your phone?’• 


Lizzie and I made our way over to our regular lunch table with our trays. 


She offered to buy me lunch for the rest of the week to make up for Saturday's disaster. 


Yes, I refused but like as usual she didn't listen to me. 


I'm beginning to think it's high time I told Lizzie ‘No’. 


Don't get me wrong, it's not like she always wins our petty arguments, she just says her points with so much care for me that I see in eyes that she genuinely feels that said cause of the argument will be good for me. 


“Si, are you okay?” Lizzie asked as we settled at our table and placed the trays down on the table. 


Chapter 15|You're Sienna Hart, Right?