Her Game

rose

I pulled up to the house and immediately noted it looked like LED lights had thrown up on that house. that and the solo cups everywhere. I park and grab my tiny backpack.as soon as I walk in I'm hit with heat. heat from the weed, heat from grinding bodies on the dance floor. heat from the mouth breathers thinking they'll get laid if they insult their target enough. 

I walk past the makeshift dance floor in the living room with low red lighting and multitude of horny teens. I make my way to the kitchen and get a Dr. pepper from the fridge. I walk around a bit not really enjoying myself because 1. I'm alone 2. I prefer drinking alone . I find Jake sitting on the coach with his stoner friends I sit down and get my witchy blunt out light it up. mixing with the second hand weed and the Mugwort in my blunt. I'm enjoying myself much more now. I hear chatter of people discussing politics of our country talking about their plans for when leave this town. I blow out the smoke and it immediately smells better.

I don't know how long I sat there but now I really needed to pee and I cant find the bathroom. I hear cat calls for boys when I walk by but I don't respond to monkeys when they throw s**t. I finally find a bathroom where I can pee thank the gods. when I'm washing up this guy barges in piss drunk . he looks at me or at least he tries when he mumbles about getting lucky.

I cant take time to think when he grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him. I know what'll happen if I don't fight back. I twist my wrist around and break hold while simultaneously grabbing his wrist and turning him around pushing his shoulder down until I hear a loud c***k. he was on the ground instantly crying out in pain. I have to scram before anyone sees me. 

I do double time up the stairs and into the nearest room to catch my breath stupid exercise. 

"excuse me"

"AGGHHH you b***h dude don't sneak up on people like that" I say now trying to get my heart rate down.

"you ran into my room" she said putting emphasis on the my part.

this time I looked at her. she's pretty. like really pretty. Almost classic you know.

"hello is anyone home" she asked waving her hand if front of my face.

"uh yeah yeah I just had to get away from the party" I'm nervous why the hell am I nervous she's just a girl for gods sake.

"well um yeah its kind of busy down there the party" oh why is she nervous.

"do you mind if I chill up here for awhile" I ask.

"yeah sure I don't mind" she said. I think she's avoiding my eyes.

"thanks" I like her. she's shy. I kept staring at her I know I did I just wanted to make her stare back. I wanted to studied her eyes, her cheekbones, her hairline, her nose, the curve of her cupids bow, the shape of her jawline. I knew I was jealous of her she looked so perfect for one person.

"I'm Allison by the way" I said forgetting I forgot to mention my name.

"rose" rose of course her name is rose gentle and yet sharp. the name completely matched her face I could see the way the R strikes at her cheekbones and the O dipping at the top of her head making her face look heart shaped but slender. the way E dances across her eyes and the S. The S could be her lips or her neck. maybe her ears or her collarbone. why am I stressing so much about this. its her face. I don't like her face. its too perfect.

"so what were you running away from Allison" the way she said my name. like it was the most natural thing in the world. I didn't like it. 

"oh you know drunk groping dudes" I say trying not to think about what happened down stairs.

"don't wanna talk about it?" 

"nope"

that was it we sat on her laid on her bed upside down and just stared at the glow in the dark stars. I appreciated that she didn't bring it up again. I guess I didn't have to hate her just yet. we talked about random stuff I found out she's in her first year at college study to be a therapist. I talked about how I didn't know want I wanted to do with my life. I told her about my obsession with space.

"why do you like space so much?" I was actually really excited she asked me this.

"I love space because it reminds me of how small I am how small everyone is and how I might not actually be alone. its unfulfilled potential bursting at the seams with beauty and terror." I love space.

she finally kept eye contact they were brown, if I looked closer they would be hazel but if the lights her just right I bet I could see flecks of gold and green diamonds in her eyes.

I push my hair behind my ear and found my second blunt.

"do you smoke?" I ask her. 

"not really I don't really like the smell of weed" she must be high strung I mean everyone nowadays needs a little pick me up.

"this isn't weed, its a blend of rose petals, lavender, and chamomile" I wonder what she's like when she's high. 

"is there any like negative effects." I can tell she giving in.

"only if your pregnant, are you pregnant?" she laughed at that. her smile is so cute, its kind of lopsided and she must have braces because her teeth are insanely straight.

"ill have just a little." success.

"you are in for a treat" I get out my zippo lighter and light the blunt. I show her how to inhale it while she looks at me like she just found out what candy was. I blow some smoke in her face and hand her the spiff. She took it and breathed in and coughed a little.

"are you good?" I say sort of laughing at her display.

"yeah that's hits really fast" I can tell that calmed her down.

"so are you like visiting your cousin" I ask because now I'm genuinely curious.

"no I'm visiting my parents and little brother" she said still staring at the ceiling.

"what's your little brothers name?" I may know if he's in high school.

"Preston he's a senior at your school, plays football" 

well shit