I poured myself a shot of straight alcohol every time a jock mentioned football. I poured myself a shot every time someone hinted, I had slept with Chase. I poured myself a shot every time I thought about how empty and lonely my house was and how I was.

My vision grew slightly blurred and the room felt like it had tilted as I jumped off the countertop.

"Do you boys never find something else to talk about?" I let out an irritated sigh before I increased the volume of my voice as I addressed the group of jocks "Don't you just get bored of talking about your last hook-up or your last touchdown?"

Chase's head shot up when heard my voice. His eyes went to my face and then to the counter behind me where the empty bottle of whisky was.

"Ella?" Chase softened his voice as he addressed me "Are you drunk?"

"No!" I tried to deny but my words were coming up in hiccups "What a ridiculous thought. Why would you think that?"

One of his friends hollered from beside him "She won't be any use to you tonight."

I stuck the middle finger up in the direction the guy was standing that had said it.

The room was spinning like a broken carousel, and everything looked like it was dancing to a rather fast hip hop track.

"How much have you had to drink?" Chase spoke louder and he almost sounded concerned.

Some other guy to the left of me started speaking "I heard she was hanging around with the god."

I figured I had misheard him because of the ringing noise in my ear.

"She is drunk." A new male voice whooped to the rest of the guys standing around the counter "Ask her some questions..."

A different jock shouted the question in my direction "Who do you think is the hottest at school?"

"I will tell him." I answered, pointing an unsteady finger at Chase and motioning for him to come closer "I need to whisper it to you. It is a secret."

Chase rushed over to me. He placed his hands on my elbow and tried to steady me on my feet.

"You shouldn't have drunk so much, Ella." He mumbled his words like he did not want anyone else but me to hear them "Do you want to sleep it off upstairs?"

I rose on my toes and whispered "Stone."

"What?" He said a few seconds later

"It is Stone." I muttered, unable to keep the words to myself.

He pulled away from me when he realised what I meant. He dropped his hands off me and I stumbled backwards slightly.

The quarterback walked back to his friends and left me standing there.

"I bet she is crazy in bed." One of Chase's friends hooted "She looks like a little freak in the sheets."

I watched them all as they fell into a chorus of laughter.