Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

I climbed on top of Adam’s coffee table with a beer in my hand like a microphone. “Attention, everyone! Attention.” My beer-mic was a piece of shit. It didn’t even project my voice. Only a few people crowded into Adam’s living room bothered paying attention to me. Jerks. I tipped my bottle into my mouth and swallowed half the contents. Roddy held his hands out to me. “Come on, baby. Time to get down and be a good girl.” I swatted at him. “No, sir. I have things to say.” Adam stumbled into his side, giving me a sloppy grin. “I don’t know, man. She looks like she’s got something to say.” “I just said that, asshole.” I tried to kick him and nearly lost my balance. The coffee table suddenly seemed higher than I remembered. “You’ve got to get this thing fixed. It’s moving.” Roddy shook his head. “I’m too baked for this. Where’s Hope? She’ll chaperone you fools.” I patted his soft, black hair. “Hope’s so nice. Why aren’t more people nice?” One of Adam’s douchelord friends smiled up at me, then trailed his glazed eyes down my body, pausing at the hem of my skirt. I tugged it down with sloppy hands, realizing it had ridden up to a scandalous level. “I can be nice. Real nice,” he slurred. “Oh, me too.” I snarled at him. “You know what I like? Pegging boys. I have this gorgeous dildo named Cynthia. She’s pink, ten inches, thick as my wrist.” Raising my arms over my head, I shoved my fingers in my hair. I poured a little beer on my head too, but it felt kind of refreshing so I kept g...