Teenage Love or Is It

The Party

Mayte

    Its around 8 o'clock when we arrive at the party and I must say I was looking okay but I was still not feeling myself. So I made a decision to drink a couple to loosen me up. So I am in my third drink now and let me tell you I was starting to feel good and let loose. And I ain't talking about beer I am talking a mixed drink with liquor in it. I was heading to the dance floor when I seen Drake coming in the door. How did he know about this party? Not everyone knew about it. But then I seen who came with him. It was my arch enemy. Megan. We have not been friends or gotten along seen fourth grade when she decided to pour kool-aid in my hair. I have hated her ever since. Why her? Why not me? 

    In that moment I decided to hook up with some random person that night just to hurt his feelings. But what if it hurt me more. At this point I didn't even want to think about it. I still couldn't understand we had a great day together. We laughed and I told him things I haven't told anymore. Maybe it will be okay. Maybe just being friends was okay right now. So at this moment I am on the dance floor shaking my butt and having a good time. All of a sudden someone comes up behind me and grabs my waist. 

    I turn his is rather hot but I don't know him. I think he is older than me. But he definitely doesn't go to my school. I know this for sure. He has jet black hair and piercing green eyes. You know the kind that makes you feel it to your core. He slowly bend downs and whispers his name in my ear. Jamal. And I swear I felt a shiver run down my spine. We dance to like three more songs before I need to catch my breath. I slowly make my way off the dance floor and to the back where the pool is to sit down. He follows me. 

    We began to have a conversation and I found out he is from the next town over. He doesn't hang around here much and he was invited to this party by his cousin. So he decided to come thinking it might be interesting. He continued on to tell me he was 16 and was the only child in his family. He said he really liked me and wanted to hang out some more. By this time I had already had like seven drinks and was feeling light headed. I felt like the world was spinning. 

    He seen this and offered to take me home. I of course disagreed and he said he would stay close just in case I needed him. But he must not have been to close or was he. Cause I can't seem to remember much after that. What I do know is I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and seem to have a lot of scratches on my body. And not to mention that but between my legs is hurting badly. I quickly got up as fast as I could to go take a shower and investigate why.

    Upon reaching the shower and getting undressed I saw fresh bruises on my thighs. I closed my eyes tight trying to remember but I just couldn't. What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything? I ran hot water in the bathtub and decided I needed a bath and not a shower. Sitting in the hot water I felt uneasy. Something was trying to tell me what happend but my mind wouldn't focus. So I just laid back and relaxed in the hot water. I closed my eyes and just let my brain relax. I must have done something right cause I started to get flashbacks. Bits and pieces of what happend to me and what I was doing. But not full pics of what happend. Realization started to sink in that I might not really want to know. And the worst came to mind when I think what might have really happend to me. I began to cry silently to myself in the bathroom so no one could here me. How did I even get home?