"So, Bianca, are you going to the party tonight? I hear it's going to be the best of not only the year, but of our entire high school career," Lauren, my best friend asked me.
"No way. I don't do parties, you should know that by now," I told her. I took my books for my afternoon classes out of my locker.
"Come on, Bianca. This party will decide if you're cool or not. It's the ultimate party! Why won't you go?" she exclaimed, getting a few odd looks from the people in the hallway. I put my books for my morning classes into my locker and closed it. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a corner of the mostly deserted hallway.
"Be quiet!" I half-whispered half-yelled. "I am not going to that party. And you know very well why I refuse to go." When Meghan, my older sister, went to her first high school party, she was drugged, rapped, and knocked up. It ruined her plans for her future. Don't misunderstand me, she loves her daughter, Adeline, to pieces, but she had a hard time finishing high school and she wasn't very financially stable. Now, Meghan and Adeline live with Meghan's fiancé, Chris, in his apartment. He helped her financially at first and now she has paid him back (against all of his protests), finished college and runs her own business. I'm very proud of my sister, but I don't want to go through what she did when she first found out she was pregnant.
"Okay, yes, but you're not Meghan. What happened to her was a rarity, and if you want, I will keep a watch on you so that you don't end up in a bed with some guy." Oh yes, that made me feel loads better. Lauren watching me is a very reassuring thought. Not. "Plus, I heard that a certain guy named Michael Reed is going to be there," Lauren said nonchalantly, pretending to examine her fingernails.
"Lauren, shut up!" I covered her mouth and glanced around us, making sure that neither Michael Reed nor his posse was there to hear her. Then what she said finally sunk in. "Wait, MICHAEL REED is going to be there?" I whisper-shouted, again. "Are you serious? Oh my gosh, what am I doing to wear? How am I going to do my hair? Should I do my make-up? What do you think, heels or flat-" Now my mouth was being covered by Lauren's hand.
"Just shut up, Bianca. Does this mean that you're going to the party?" I eagerly nodded my head and bounced on my toes with excitement.
"Okay, just- first of all, calm the heck down. You're going to have a heart attack if you don't stop jumping around," I stopped bouncing and listened to what she was saying. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, just come over to my house at six after school and I'll do your hair, make-up, and give you a super cute outfit that you can wear to the party."
"Thank you! Have I ever told you how amazing and awesome you are?" I asked her.
"Maybe just once or twice. You know, it wouldn't hurt to hear you say it again."
I laughed. "Keep dreaming sweetie." She laughed too and we made our way to class.
"Mom, I'm home!" I shouted once I got in the house.
"Hey, honey, how was school?" my mom asked, walking out of her study. Her hair was in a messy bun and her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. She looked exhausted.
"Great, it was great, yeah. Just the usual. So, mom, there's this thing tonight..." I started. I had to ask her for permission to go to the party first, and after what happened to Meghan, I don't think she'll give her consent easily.
"Oh, this thing. And what exactly would this thing be?" she asked. The expression on her face and the thoughts being portrayed through her eyes told me that she knew there was a party and the answer to my question was no.
"Oh, you know, a thing, a get together..." She now had a blank expression on her face. "A...party." I cringed when I said that word, waiting for the yelling or the lecture that included a recap of the last 4 years of Meghan's life. But there was nothing, so I continued. "And you see, I was wondering if... if I could maybe, possibly go... Please?" I looked up at her and she had a huge grin on her face. What the?
"Uh, mom, what's with the huge clown smile?" I asked. I was completely confused.
"Nothing," she said. I didn't believe her for a second. It seemed like the grin on her face got bigger, if that was even possible. I narrowed my eyes at her. "Oh, okay," she started to gush. "It's just that you've never asked to go to a party and I've always wanted to see you go off to a high school party. After that night with Meghan, I was worried that you would never want to ever go to one. I'm so glad that you want to go to a party. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. I've been waiting four years, Bianca. Four years. Ever since you started high school I've waited, but I guess better late than never."
Okay, I didn't see that one coming. "Um, okay... So does that mean I can go to the party?"
"Of course, Bianca. Just be safe."
"I will, mom. I'm leaving to go to Lauren's at six."
"Okay, honey." She walked back into her study.
Weirdest conversation ever.
We pulled up to the house where the party was taking place and parked on the curb in front of it. Lauren turned the car off and gave me one last quick check-over. She had curled my brown hair with caramel highlights into loose ringlets and used a clip to pull part of it back, away from my face. I was wearing dark blue skinny jeans and a cute red tank-top. I had a pair of Lauren's wedges on my feet and my make-up was done to perfection.
"Alight, hottie, you look great. Let's go!" Lauren yelled. We walked up to the door and walked right on in. It's not like there was any point of knocking or ringing the doorbell, the music was too loud for anyone to hear us if we had. Lauren immediately went for the alcohol, and I stuck with Pepsi. We drank and talked with friends from school and random, cute guys and before I knew it, I had a beer in my hand and I was grinding with a hot guy on the dance floor. He looked sort of Goth; black hair, a lip piercing, pale skin, a tattoo of the devil on one shoulder, a skull on the other. It didn't matter though, I was drunk, he was hot- it was great.
We danced and kissed for a couple of songs. Then I realized that I didn't even know his name, so I turned around and asked him. "What's you're name?"
"Does it really matter? I mean, I will probably never see you again, right, love?" he responded. He had a slight British accent that I found incredibly adorable.
"Well I guess not, but I would really like to know it, anyway. Can you please tell me? If we're never going to see each other again, then why won't you tell me?." I pleaded. He kissed me deeply and then planted kisses down my jawline until he got to the base of my neck. Then, he sucked on my neck. God it felt good. I'll probably have a hickey after this, but it doesn't matter.
He stopped and lifted his head up to look at me. "So what were you asking me?" he smirked.
"Um... I'm not sure. I forgot."
"Oh well," he pretended to sigh. He sucked on my forming hickey again, making me weak to my knees. I suddenly felt lightheaded. "Well bye sweet Bianca, I'll see you around." He left me alone on the dance floor.
A few songs later (and a free beers too), I found myself dancing with a new guy. This guy was about 6'2" and his muscles showed that he was probably on the football team. He had dirty blond hair and these blue eyes that looked like the ocean. I recognized him but I couldn't remember from where. We kept getting closer and closer, and I thought the room was getting hotter, but maybe it was just me. I wasn't sure so I decided to ask mystery boy.
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Hmm? What's up babe?" He asked. His voice was as smooth as butter, I almost melted right there on the spot.
"Um, is it just me, or is it getting super-duper hot in here?" I giggled, "Haha, super-duper. What a funny word, right? Super-duper, super-duper, super-super. Hahaha."
"Nah babe, it's just me."
"Oh, you, you're so funny," I started giggling uncontrollably. I guess I'm a giddy, giggly drunk.
"I know," he said sexily.
"And you're really sexy too. Can I kiss you?" I asked him. I guess I'm a giddy, giggly, confident drunk, just great.
"Sure, babe." He started leaning in to kiss me when Lauren called my name.
"Bianca! There you are. Wait, are you about to kiss my ex?" she asked. Hurt flashed across her face. Shit! This is her ex-boyfriend. I forgot, that's where I recognized him from... Stupid Bianca, stupid, stupid Bianca. Now completely sobered up, I replied to Lauren.
"No... pssh. Of course not, that would be stupid." I turned to Lauren's ex, "Why would you try to kiss me, you jerk! You know I'm Lauren's best friend. I would never date you!" Then I slapped him. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell, you bitch? Bi-polar much?" He walked away, holding his hand to his cheek where I slapped him. I hope that doesn't leave a mark, he didn't deserve it, after all, I did ask him if I could kiss him.
"Are you alright Bianca?" Lauren questioned.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
"You just look a little pale, that's all."
"Well I feel fine, perfectly fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get another beer."
Four or five beers later, I found myself on the roof of the house, kissing Michael. That's right, the roof of this random person's house, kissing The Michael Reed. Actually not kissing, more like making out. His hand was up my shirt and my fingers were running through his hair while I was lying down on the roof with Michael on top of me.
"Let's make things more interesting," Michael suggested with his signature smirk playing on his face.
"Okay," I eagerly agreed. I was so caught up in the fact that I was with Michael, that I agreed with everything he said. For example, going to the roof where it would be "more private." Michael rolled us over so that I was on top of him. I mosned against his soft lips on mine. He was so hot. What was he doing with me? I wasnt sure, but I was too drubk to think about it. The alcohol told me just to take advantage of this opportunity while I still could. Michael rolled on top of me again and then told me to sit up with my back facing him.
I willingly obliged. From where I was I could see all the drunken teens making out and doing other unspeakable things on the lawn. Besides my peers on the lawn, the view was quite breathtaking. The garden trellis was covered in twinkling lights and the lawn itself was well kept. In the distance, you could see the bright lights from the city that was a mile or two away.
I suddenly felt someone give me a little push and then I was rolling, without Michael, down the roof. I couldn't stop myself and I fell right off the roof, landing on the concrete below. Everything went black.
Okay guys this is the other story I will be working on. Tell me what you think.