Saving Summer Read Online Free

dancing and singing to the music.
    There were so many bodies pressed together that I wasn’t sure who was who. But Celso introduced me to a few people. His girlfriend Felicity was too preoccupied with her friends to talk to me. But I chatted with a couple cute guys. I was having a great time.
    I was dancing with this one tall guy, who was friends with Damian, when he stopped and dragged me to get drinks.
    I’d never had beer before. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but a bottle was thrust in my hand and I was back on the deck dancing. I took a few small sips, and wanted to gag. But no one realized I wasn’t drinking it. Just carrying the beer around was enough to blend in.
    “Hot tub!” I heard someone shout. I was dancing, minding my own business, but then I got carried off again by someone Celso had introduced me to. I felt really self conscious in my bikini, since I wasn’t used to anyone seeing me wearing so little. I used to be the slightly pudgy girl until I grew a few summers ago and started playing tennis. I still wasn’t the thinnest girl, but I was finally at a party hanging out with cool people. So I got in that hot tub, and decided having fun was the only way to overcome my nerves.
    “Shots!” a girl climbed into the hot tub with bottle of brown liquid and a few glasses.
    A glass was thrust in my hand and I frowned. “I’m good, thanks.”
    She stared at me for a second, but seemed to care less and I watched every person around me get so drunk I wanted to suggest they get out of the hot tub before they drowned.
    It was time for me to go. I didn’t see a sober person in the place, and figured I’d leave while I was still having a good time.
    I pulled on my shorts and headed down the deck, into the trees. It was dark, and the sounds of the party began to fade. I was thrilled I’d actually gotten away with it. Aunt Lou would never know!
    “Hey, wait.”
    I turned back and saw the guy I was dancing with earlier wobbling as he ran after me. “What?”
    His eyes drooped slightly, and he smelled like saltwater and beer. “I thought we were having fun.”
    “We were, but I have to get home.”
    He grimaced, his speech slurring. “But it’s early.”
    “I’m sure there will be another party. Do you want my number?” I asked, wondering if he had his cell phone. I’d program my name and number in there, and maybe we could hang out, or go on a date.
    “Let’s dance,” he took my hand and began leading me back to the party.
    As much as I’d like that, he was drunk. “Look, I don’t think you’re going to remember anything after this. I’m going home.”
    He didn’t say anything and kept walking. I tugged my hand back and turned around, walking deeper into the brush behind the house. I’d be home in a few minutes, in my squeaky bed, and I could daydream all day tomorrow about my successful sneak out to a party.
    “Hey, we’re dancing,” the drunk guy, who didn’t even know my name, slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer. A warning went off inside me and I tried to shake him off. But he was dragging be back towards the party to dance. If he was sober, he wouldn’t have been so rough, and I wouldn’t have had to elbow him in the ribs. Still, he didn’t budge.
    “Come on, just let me go home,” I pleaded.
    I kicked his shin and he let go with a slurred grumbled.
    When I was free, I realized I was missing an important piece of clothing.
    I crossed my arms over my chest, “Give it back.”
    He dangled my bikini top in the air, laughing. “Come and get it.”
    “Keep it,” I spun, and ran into another person. “Shit.”
    A tall, kind of boyish, guy stared down at me. His brown hair was a scraggly mess as if he’d run his hands through it a million times. He had searing brown eyes, and a scar tracing down the left side of his face.
    Okay, the boyishness was hardly detectable now that I’d taken him in.
    He was kind of hot, but in a more down to earth way if that was