Loud music explodes through the large speakers set on the ceiling. The colorful strobe light blinds me every time I open my eyes. Kaycee, my best friend, invited me to go dancing, so here I am dancing with a group of people whom I don’t even know. In front of me, Kaycee’s long black hair flies with every dramatic turn she makes. Her hands falls to the sides of my waist and my arms wraps around her shoulders. I could feel her bare light brown skin brush against my fingertips. With every second we are pushed closer together by the overcrowded dance floor. I see her mouth move, but no words come out.
“WHAT?” I yelled. She moves her mouth again, but still no words came out.
I shake my head pointing to my ears indicating that I can’t hear her. She pulls me closer and yells in my ear, “THAT GUY IS CHECKING YOU OUT!” I turn around and at the tables I see a tall, built guy with dirty blonde hair looking at me with deep blue eyes. He notices me looking at him and he smiles. I look back at Kaycee and she gives me that look we give each other when there’s a cute boy involved. I shake my head.
“HE’S CHECKING YOU OUT NOT ME!” I yelled in her ear. Kaycee shakes her head and points to me. She smiles and turns around, then she dances away. I am confused. I try to follow her, but a hand catches my arm. I turn around and look up. Looking down at me is that guy with those deep blue eyes.
“Want a drink?” He whispered in my ears. To my astonishment I heard him. “No, I don’t drink.” I told him. All of a sudden I feel a vibration in my black jean shorts. I quickly pull out my phone hoping it isn’t Annie. It isn’t Annie. It’s my mom. My jaw drops. Why would she be calling me? Doesn’t she other people to annoy?
“One moment.” I said to the guy. “Hello?” I answered.
“SAGE!? IS THAT YOU? WHY IS IT SO LOUD?!” My mother screamed through the phone.
“It doesn’t matter. Why are you calling?” I said. “WHAT?” she screamed again.
“I’M DANCING! WHY ARE YOU CALLING?” I yelled through the phone.
“DANCING?! ARE YOU STRIPPING? OH MY GOD! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STRIPPING?! I KNOW YOU CAN’T KEEP YOUR LEGS CLOSED, BUT GOOD GOD DON’T DEGRADE YOURSELF!”
“MOM! I’M NOT STRIPPING!!!” I screamed furious.
My mother is in Europe soaking up the rich life style after my father left us 5 years ago. Since then she has been lashing out at my sister, Annie, and I. With every chance she gets, she will make us feel like total complete shit. She would call us whores, sluts and any name you can think of because with every guy she dated they ended up trying to get into our pants. Mostly mine because Annie is now married to the over protective police officer Joseph Dean.
“IT DOESN’T MATTER. I CALLED BECAUSE I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOUR LOW LIFE DAD CAME BACK?!” To angry to answer I just hang up. Looking up at the guy, I changed my mind.
“THAT DRINK OFFER, IS IT STILL OPEN?” I asked. “Yup.” he whispered in my ear. Before I even knew it the guy and I are dancing and drinking overpriced alcohol. I’m not angry anymore. I feel lighter and I feel like everything is just going my way right now. I’m here on the dance floor dancing with an incredible gorgeous guy, drinking and just letting all of my worries go. My vision blurs a little, but I’m pretty sure that’s one of the side effects of drinking. Looking at that guy I can tell that he is also getting drunker by the minute. His body is more loose and so is mine.
My head throbs with every ring I hear. RING RING RING RING RING RING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s like a cat screaming in your ear. I run my hands around the soft bed looking for that ringing noise. Near the bottom of my bed I finally found it. It is my phone. I blink a few times to adjust my eye sight. It’s Kaycee.
“Hello?” I mumbled. “Where the FUCK are you??!!?” She screamed.
“What are you talking about? I’m at home.” I said.
“No you’re not! Annie just called me threatening to kill me if I don’t know where you’re at!”
Looking around I found myself in a hotel room. I jump up, but pulled the sheets with me when I realized I am naked. Why am I naked in a hotel room? What am I doing in a hotel room in the first place? Images of last night’s adventures started flashing through my mind. I begin to coil into a ball when I realize what happened.
“Oh Fuck.” I said
“What? What happened?” I almost forgot Kaycee was on the phone.
“Nothing. W-what did you tell Annie?” I asked
“I told her you were staying at my cousin’s house for the night because we got drunk.”
“YOU TOLD HER WHAT?!?!?!” I practically screamed over the phone.
“Hey! I thought she would understand considering she did much worse when she was younger.”
Kaycee had a point, but that doesn’t mean Annie won’t give me an earful when I get home. I hear a bell ring through the phone.
“OH MY GOD SCHOOL!! I’m late!!!!” I screamed
“Yes you are! Hurry!”
I hang up the phone. Wrapping myself with the sheets, I get off of the bed to look for my clothes. While looking for my clothes my sides begin to hurt. Another realization came to me, I just lost my virginity to a stranger in a hotel room when I was drunk. An overwhelming load of emotions just hit me at once and I just started crying. My vision is blurred by the waterfall of tears. I quickly slip on my undergarments, shorts and blouse and call for a taxi. Luckily I still had money in my pockets if not I’ll be walking home with people staring at me everywhere I go.
After paying the creepy taxi driver, I step through the door slowly hoping Annie left for work. I peek into every room and begin to feel relieved when I saw no Annie in sight. From behind me someone clears their throat and I feel like mine is closing up. I turn around and there she is standing with her arms crossed and her face bloody red.
“Shower, change, school and we will talk about this when you come home.” She said firmly. I nod and went upstairs to my room. I feel like I’m preparing myself for my own funeral. A pang of headaches hits me when I got out of the shower. On my desk in my bedroom is a note and aspirin from Annie.
‘Take this before you leave. Not a word of this to Joseph when he comes back from his trip. He will murder you.’
I smile at the note. Awe even when she’s mad at me she still protects me. My phone vibrates on my bed. I recieved a text from Kaycee. ‘Hurry. Selena is making theories to why you’re not here. She’s just too happy. I hate it.’ I quickly slip on a v-neck tee and jeans with black converses. Taking that water bottle I always keep next to my bed I take the pills. I grab my bag and car keys and head out. My long brown hair is still damp from the shower, but I roll the window down letting it air dry.
During the whole ride I distract myself with the smallest things so I don’t have to relive what happened last night or more appropriately relive the parts I remember. A majority of the night is still lost in my head. I can’t remember what happened after all of the drinking. I just assumed with the situation I found myself in.
The sky is bright blue and the sun is up high. The birds are flying and chirping. The flowers are blooming. Everything is just too happy for me right now. Can’t they tone it down a little bit so I won’t have to feel like the environment is rubbing it in my face that they’re happy and worry free. I’m over here distracting myself by thinking about distracting myself. I feel like shit.
The halls are empty, of course, when I arrived. My footsteps echoes with every step I take. It actually echoes. I quickly run to the office and pick up a late slip and to my first hour, Mr. Coverly English teacher. When I step into the room all heads turn to me and I have to do the walk of shame to my seat near the back next to Kaycee. What I mean by walk of shame is the fact that Mr. Coverly makes you write an essay as to why you’re late in detention. What the hell am I going to write about in my essay? I went dancing, met a guy, got drunk, and ended up losing my virginity in a hotel room? On the upside I disappointed Selena showing her that I’m actually alive and not dead.
I sit down and Kaycee grabs a hold of my arm and whispers, “You better tell me everything later.” I nod.
“Sage Ashwin.” Mr. Coverly said in his deep monotone voice.
“I know sir.” I said looking down.
“Detention after school. Essay is due after detention.”
“Yes sir.” I drop my head onto my desk and I wished that this wasn’t happening.
“Okay. Class I would like to introduce our new student Tom Palmer. He moved here from New York, so please let’s give him a warm welcome to Henry County High.” Mr. Coverly introduced.
Everyone claps and says hi. I look up and my heart drops when I see his face. Tom Palmer is the guy I lost my virginity to. I fell out of my seat causing the class to turn their attention to me and unfortunately his attention too. When he sees me he smiles and I died.