Jessica's Lesson Learned

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"Dont go to that party Jessica; don't go,promise me you will not go to that party!"--Jessica faces a tough decision. The most popular girl in the school is going to have a party; a huge party without parents which means there will be plenty of drugs and alcohol. Her boyfriend strongly suggests that she should not go to the party. However, her boyfriend will be out of town on a family vacation, so she could go without him knowing. Does Jessica go to the party, or stay home?

Submitted: June 03, 2010

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"Don’t go to that party, Jessica; don’t go, promise me you will not go to that party!" Why didn’t I just listen to him, why? He was always right and knew what to do in hard situations; it seemed as if he never made a mistake. He was perfect in my eyes, and in the eyes of his family. He wasn’t that man who was a huge jock and the one all the popular girls wanted, but a guy who knew what was right and did it. This guy was Bryan Larson, my boyfriend.

Nikki Harrison was one of the most popular girls in my high school. We weren’t very good friends, but we did talk every once in a while in the hallway. On Monday, a Monday seven years ago, one I will never forget she came up to me with an envelope and said, "I better see you there!"

I was confused and started to open the envelope. Inside the envelope there was a piece of paper that said,


Where: My house

When: Saturday

Time: 7pm until whenever

There will be plenty of food and beverages.


(My parents are out of town!)

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I couldn’t believe it! Nikki invited me to her party! As I looked up to say thanks and tell her I wouldn’t miss it, she was gone. Then, I saw that Bryan was walking toward me. I knew he would definitely not want me to go to the party and that he would ask me what the paper was, so I quickly shoved it into my bag. Of course I wasn’t quick enough, and he saw me frantically trying to put it away. He asked what it was.

"Oh it’s nothing just an assignment I need to finish," I replied.

"Can I see it?" he asked as he was grabbing for it.


"Why not Jessi?" he said with a confused look in his eye.

By this time I could tell he was very curious about what it really was that I was holding, and he had a firm grip on it. I knew that if he saw it, he would make a huge deal about how dangerous this party would be for me to go to and try to tell me not to go.

"Let me see it Jessi! Why do I feel like you are hiding something from me?"

Bryan and I were always honest with each other and told each other everything, so I guess this did look bad that I wasn’t willing to tell him about it, or even see the piece of paper for that matter.

"I’m sorry Bryan, I ju…jus...just, I just know that if I show this to you and tell you what I plan on doing, you will be upset with my decision!"

"Jessica, it’s okay; if you just talk to me about it I’m sure it will all work out fine. What could be so bad that you are trying to hide from me anyway? Would you rather me read this paper or you tell me about it?"

Of course I didn’t want to do either, I felt like I looked at him for along time before I even said a word. I couldn’t decide what to say, what to do! I usually just ask Bryan for help with hard decisions, and this time I couldn’t. I could feel a hot flash throughout my body; I have never been good at lying. I was trying to decide if I should lie and say that it didn’t matter because I wasn’t going anyway, or tell him the truth and let him know how much I really wanted and needed to go to that party. Then I realized how pathetic this all was; I was getting all worked up about a stupid little party invitation. This isn’t a life changing decision, just a decision about how to spend my Saturday. After the long silence Bryan finally spoke.

"Jessica are you okay? Your face is turning red and you look like you want to cry."

"I’m fine, really I am, I just have a lot on my mind right now."

"That’s fine babe; do you just want to talk about it later?"

"Yeah, I mean no ah I…I don’t know what I mean. Yes, yes I will tell you now. I need to tell you now. I’m sure you think that what I am going to tell you is way worse than what it actually seems. Nikki came up to me and gave me this paper," I said as I held it out in front of him.

"Nikki Harrison?" Bryan asked with a nervous look in his eye.

Bryan hated Nikki. They had a past together; a past that Bryan was never happy to talk about. They used to date. She used to get Bryan into a lot of trouble by blaming her drinking and doing drugs on him. She always said it was Bryan who got the alcohol and drugs for her and begged her to do it. The sad part of that whole ordeal was that everyone believed Nikki. She used to be little miss perfect. All the teachers and parents loved her, and she could do no harm. Nobody ever knew much about Bryan, so when she would frame him he had no chance to argue that it wasn’t his fault. She would threaten him in just about every way possible when he talked about wanting to break up. Being the guy Bryan was, he was too scared to do anything about it. Finally, Nikki’s parents witnessed Bryan and Nikki in a fight, and figured out what was really going on. Nikki was trying to get Bryan to drink and do drugs with her and thankfully he held his ground. Nikki’s parents confronted her about it and she got into a lot of trouble. After all of that Bryan was finally able to get out of the relationship. That is about all I was ever able to get out him.

"Yes, Nikki Harrison," I replied.

"Okay so what is this all about?"

"Well, um she is having a little get together on Saturday," I told him while stretching the truth a bit.

"A get together? A little get together? For some reason I doubt that Nikki Harrison is just having a little get together! Also, I have been hearing through the halls that she is supposedly having some huge party at her house this weekend and her parents are out of town. Is that what you were trying to tell me?"

I sensed his anger multiplying by the second. He was mad at me for just telling him about the party. I hadn’t even told him that I was planning on going yet, and believe me he wasn’t going to be happy about that.

I remember going home that night and being scared that that stupid little thing was going to end our relationship. After over a year of dating, that had been our first fight-- if you would even call it a fight. I also remember crying myself to sleep that night. I think, what I told him next was probably the worst part.

"Okay, I’m sorry. The party you have been hearing about is in fact what I am trying to tell you. I know you hate her, the choices she has made, and her parties, but I think I am going to go."

"WHAT? NO! Jessica you are not going to that party!" he said looking as if steam was going to come out of his ears.

"Why? I have never gone to one of her parties before and I feel like I am missing out. I need to go to that party Bryan."

"You do not need to do anything, especially if it is something like this. Oh and exactly, you have never been to one of her parties so you have no idea what they are like."

"I know, and I want to know what they are like. Everyone talks about how awesome her parties are and I want to be able to say the same thing."

"Don’t go to that party, Jessica; don’t go, promise me you will not go to that party!"

I have never seen Bryan that mad; I didn’t know it was even possible for him to get that mad. I stood there for what seemed like a lifetime trying to decide how to reply to that. I was going to go to that party, and nobody was going to stop me. I remember telling myself that I could not lie to him, especially about something like this.

"Okay, I won’t go."

"I don’t believe you Jess. I need you to promise me."

"I promise Bryan," I said while staring at the wall behind him.

"Look into my eyes and promise me."

So I did it. I looked into his eyes and promised him that I would not go to that party. Bryan always had the best eyes. They were a beautiful light blue color that seemed to sparkle in the light. But at that moment while I was looking into his eyes, I hated them. I think it was probably just because I was so angry with him for getting mad at me. Now looking back at it I realize that he was just trying to protect me.

"I’m sorry babe. I don’t mean to yell at you, I just really do not want you going there."

"It’s okay, I understand. What is so bad there that you don’t want me to see?"

"All of her parties are about getting wasted and high, and I don’t want you to get into that."

"That is what I thought your reason was, but I wouldn’t do that stuff anyways."

"I know, and I trust that you wouldn’t."

"Then what is the big deal?"

"Peer pressure. It’s hard to get away from at those parties, trust me."

"Well, why don’t you come with me then?"

"Don’t you remember? I leave after school on Friday for my family vacation in California."

"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot," I said as a devious idea approached my mind. "I could go to that party without him knowing because he wouldn’t be here," I thought. I decided to try to switch the subject so he wouldn’t look any further into it. He must have felt the same way because he didn’t say another word about Nikki or her party anymore. Instead, he changed the subject before I could.

"Would you like to come over for supper tonight?"

"No thanks, my mom is making a special supper tonight because my sister is coming home from college."

"Alright, well I will see you tomorrow at school then."

"Okay, I love you!"

"I love you too!"

That night I went home and thought about how perfect it was that Bryan was leaving for California the day before her party. I decided not to mention another word about it to him or anyone for that matter. When Friday finally came around we said our goodbyes and he left almost right away. As I turned around to walk home I had a grin on my face that I could not seem to get rid of. I felt like a rebel. I have never done anything secretive like this before. As I lay in bed that night I started to think that this was a bad idea, and how much I would hurt Bryan if he found out I went. Before I could think about chickening out anymore I quickly changed my thoughts. I thought about what I was going to wear and how I was going to do my hair for the party. The next thing I remember was waking up on Saturday morning.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing twelve o’clock. I jumped out of bed and got in the shower. After my shower, I picked out my clothes and did my hair and makeup. When I was finally done getting ready, I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only about two-thirty in the afternoon. The party didn’t start until seven that night. I think I got ready right away because I was so excited. I went down stairs; ate some food, and then I watched T.V. to try and pass the time.

I must have fallen asleep on the couch because the next thing I remember was looking at the clock and seeing that it was almost seven o’clock! Luckily, Nikki only lived a few blocks from my house. I was about ready to leave when I realized I had not told my mom where I was going. I wasn’t too worried about telling her; my mom was always really laid back, and I never had a curfew as long as I told her where I was going.

"Mom?" I yelled through the house.

"Yeah," she answered back.

"I’m going to Nikki’s house for a party. I will be back later tonight. I love you!"

"Okay sweetie, have fun! I love you too!"

I walked out of the house and down the street to Nikki’s house. I got about a block away and I could already hear the music blaring. I was nervous, but excited that I was finally going to be part of one of Nikki’s parties. I walked in the front door. People were dancing everywhere. I finally found Nikki and thanked her for inviting me. I really didn’t know anybody there so when she introduced me to a couple guys I felt more at ease. Some of the guys looked a little scary, but I didn’t want to judge them. We started to talk, and ended up talking for a long time. I thought they were really cool, and I was excited that I made new friends.

Then, one of the guys named Johnny offered to go get some drinks. He asked us all what we preferred, and obviously since it was a drinking party I knew that he was going to get beer. I didn’t want to drink beer, but I would have felt like a loser if I just asked for water, or if I said I wasn’t thirsty. As I tried to figure out what to say, I remembered seeing fruit punch when I walked in the door and asked him if he would get some of that for me. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but when Johnny walked away he grabbed something out of one of the other guy’s hand. I must have just figured it was garbage or something, because I ignored it and kept talking.

Johnny came back with drinks for everyone after about five minutes. After that, we still stood there talking and drinking our beverages. A bit later, not much more than a few minutes, I started to feel a little weird. I had never drank before and thought that maybe Nikki had added alcohol to the punch, but I wasn’t too worried because I wasn’t going to have more than that one glass. I started to feel really dizzy, tired, and then I started to blackout.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a strange room at about five in the morning. I got up, walked around and saw that I was in someone’s bedroom. I felt horrible, as if I had gotten the flu or something. I was completely confused and had no idea how I got there. I looked in the bed and saw Nikki with a guy I did not recognize. I didn’t want to wake her up, but I had to. So I gave her a gentle nudge.

"Whaaa, what’s going on? Who...who is it?" Nikki whispered in a soft voice.

"It’s Jessica."

"Jessica? Why are you awake? It’s five in the morning."

"I want to know what happened last night, and how I got here. I don’t remember anything."

"Johnny told me that you were having too much fun last night and that you passed out, so he brought you up here to lay you down."

"I had too much fun? I did have a lot of fun, but not enough to pass me out."

"You passed out from all the alcohol you drank Jess, not from the fun. Are you stupid?"

"Yeah, I must be," I said sarcastically, "because I know I didn’t drink any alcohol. The only thing I drank was that fruit punch that you had by the door. Was there alcohol in that?"

"No there wasn’t."

At that time I must have come to my senses more and completely woke up. I started to feel pain in the lower half of my body. Then, I felt like I needed to use the bathroom. I asked Nikki where it was and she told me that it was right around the corner from her room. I went into the bathroom, and as I started to pull my pants down I noticed something that turned my stomach upside down. I had bruises all over my legs and blood was everywhere on the inside of my pants and underwear. I had put two and two together; I decided that I needed to go home immediately. I had been raped.

I ran home as fast as I could. It hurt me to even move my legs, but I sucked it up. I needed to get home. I finally approached my house and ran in the door. I didn’t even bother to remove my shoes; I just ran right up to my mom’s room and told her I was home. My face was soaking wet from all of my tears, and I was trying my hardest not to make it seem like I was crying. I must have put on a good act because she didn’t notice anything. I went into my room and cried myself to sleep. I woke up a few hours later, and felt like I had just woke up from a horrible nightmare.

I walked into my bathroom to check my legs, and to be sure this had really happened. Sure enough, I was covered in blood and my legs were black and blue. I looked as if I had just been in a bad car accident. I took a shower to get rid of all the blood and the smell of the alcohol from the rapist that covered my body. I decided to go on as if nothing had ever happened at that party, and as if everything was going to be fine.

Another week of school passed and it was finally Friday. Bryan was coming home at about seven o’clock that night. I couldn’t wait to see him. By that time I had completely forgotten about the party and had no intention of remembering it. At about eight o’clock I got a call from Bryan; he said he was coming over to see me. I was so excited. I had missed him so much.

When Bryan came over he had so many stories to tell me and we spent a lot of time laughing and enjoying each other’s company. It was about midnight when he looked at the clock and said that he needed to head home. I went to bed that night feeling very good about getting back to my normal life, and I was very happy that he had not mentioned anything about the party. Weeks passed and everything was normal until May 23rd.

I always got my period on time. Always. Because I was so regular, I didn’t usually pay much attention to what day it was I would get it. I knew I was going to get it soon because about a week prior to that I started to not feel very well. I took out a calendar and counted the days. I counted it over and over again, and every time I came up with May 21st as the day I was supposed to get it. I was late. Not very late, but for someone who had always had their period on time, I was late.

I started to feel shaky as I recalled Nikki’s party and the rape. I got really sweaty and decided to make a quick run to get a pregnancy test. It had never even crossed my mind that I could have got pregnant that night. I wasn’t going to believe anything until I got that pregnancy test. I bought one and ran home.

Positive. The test came out positive. I didn’t know what to do. I was so scared; I broke down and started to cry. I had to tell my mom and Bryan, but I didn’t know how to do it. There was no way that I was going to tell my mom that I had been raped at that party, and there was absolutely no way in heck I was going to tell that to Bryan either. Abortion crossed my mind, but I couldn’t do it. After hours of crying in the bathroom I went downstairs and decided to tell my mom. I figured she would be the easier one to tell since she had been pregnant with my sister at age seventeen and with me at age twenty. I once again felt as if I was in a dream. I wasn’t. I was sixteen and pregnant.

"Mom, mom where are you?" I called out.

"Yes dear?"

"We need to talk."

"Okay, let’s talk."

"I...I…I’m...I’m pregnant," I said fretfully.

She didn’t say a word. She looked up at me in a state of shock.

"Are you sure?" she asked almost in a whisper.

"I took a test and it said positive."

"I will call and get an appointment."

I remember thinking to myself, "wow that was really easy." Then again, she was pregnant at about this age; she really couldn’t yell at me. She never asked who the dad was. She must have assumed it was Bryan. Then, I got an idea, an idea that seemed to be a brilliant one at the time. I would have Bryan come over, tell him that I was ready to have sex and then a couple weeks later tell him that I was pregnant with his baby. "That would save me from a lot of complications," I thought. I guess I never really thought that far into the future, or about how big of a mess this lie could cause. I called Bryan and asked him to come over. We went into my room and didn’t come out for a few hours. Then, he left.

I lay in bed that night smiling. I loved how everything was working out. My mom wasn’t angry, and it wasn’t going to be hard now to explain to Bryan that it was his baby. Weeks passed and I finally decided to tell him. When I told him he didn’t seem mad, just disappointed in the two of us. We decided that we could only handle so much of it in one night; we would talk about what our future plans were going to be on a different day.

We had school the next day. It was a day just like any other day until I found a note in my locker from Bryan telling me to meet him by his car immediately after school. I figured something must have been wrong, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for what he asked me. I walked out to his car and I could sense something in the way that he was standing that something was definitely not okay.

"Is there something that you would like to tell me Jess?" he angrily asked.

"Ummm no, why?"

"I talked to Nikki today."

Right then and there I knew I was busted. I could feel my face burning and turning really red like I had just been sunburned.

"You talked to her about what?" I asked.

"She told me that you were at the party, and you passed out and spent the night in her room. Were you ever planning on telling me that?"

"No, I’m sorry Bryan. I did go to her party," I said feeling ashamed of myself.

At that moment I felt like I had a lot of confessing to do. I thought I was going to lose him anyway, so I decided to tell him the truth about everything, including who my baby’s father really was.

"Would you like to tell me what happened there?" he asked.

"Yes, I would. I have a lot to tell you about, and I am going to tell you the truth about everything. I promise."

"Okay, I’m listening," Bryan said bitterly.

I told him everything. I told him about the guys at the party, me waking up in Nikki’s room, and about me getting raped. When I told him that I knew I was pregnant before we had sex he looked at me in disgust. By that time we were both in tears. Although I didn’t know how I was supposed to go on without him, I told him that if he wanted to break up I understood. Bryan got in his car and left, without saying a word.

As I cried and hung my head low, I walked home very slowly that day. My mom asked what was wrong and I told her that Bryan and I had broken up, and I didn’t want to talk about it. She respected me and didn’t ask another question. I went to bed and didn’t get out until the next morning to ask my mom if I could stay home from school that day. She said that I could, and she called my teachers to let them know I wouldn’t be there. Then, I slowly crept back into bed. I didn’t get out of bed again until about five o’clock that night.

I heard the doorbell ring, and because my mom wasn’t home I went downstairs to get it. I opened the door and nobody was there. I looked down and saw a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a note with my name on it. I sat down right there and read it. It was a note from Bryan saying that he wanted to forgive me for everything and that he needed me in his life to make it complete. While I sat there crying, I read the note over and over again.

"I will love you forever and always Jessica," I heard a voice say.

I looked up and saw Bryan standing there crying as well. I jumped up and hugged him. We hugged for a long time before I finally let go. He came in and we sat down to talk. We talked about a lot of things, but mostly we talked about what to do with the baby. We both decided that adoption was the best choice. He said that he was going to be with me every step of the way in the pregnancy and that he would help me find good parents for my baby. Everything worked out good from then on.

Here I am seven years later. Bryan and I are still happily together, however, there has been a small change. In two weeks, I will be Jessica Larson. In my life I have definitely learned a valuable lesson. Thinking back on it, my teenage years would have been a lot easier if I had been completely honest about everything. I am so blessed to have Bryan to spend the rest of my life with. He has helped guide me to the right path and make the right decisions. I think everyone needs to have a "Bryan" in their lives. I think everyone needs a best friend.

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