Things Left Unsaid

The Night

A/N

This is not part of the story! I just want you to take a look at the night where Stephanie lost her v-card.

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[Clark's POV]

I looked at the crowd in front of me. People were grinding their bodies to one another as the music blared through the speakers. I felt someone tap on my shoulder and I turned around.

A busty blonde girl was looking at me seductively. She wore a dress. A black dress. Although I think it was a blouse, trying hard to be a dress. She whispered, "Wanna go?" and I was instantly disgusted. I waved her off dismissively. Girls like that should have more respect for themselves. Seriously.

I went to the kitchen to get some drinks. Since it's a party, alcohol should have an appearance. The kitchen was fully lit and there weren't many people. Actually, I think we're only four. Oh well, now I'm the only one. The three left. As I was putting some beer onto my cup, someone bumped to me and didn't even apologize.

"What the...?" I didn't even bother continuing that sentence. A girl, who had blondish brown or brownish blonde hair (I wasn't sure), stood behind the kitchen counter and was filling up a cup with vodka. She was wearing a simple red dress. The dress was enough to show that she still has self-respect for herself unlike the blonde earlier. She jugged down the whole cup of vodka and didn't even bother to take a break. Just straight on. Feisty.

Or alcoholic.

She then put tequila on her cup and this time, I stopped her. "Whoa, take it easy." She glared at me. I looked her straight into the eyes. She had hazel ones, mixed with anger, sadness, and regret. "Mind your own business."

She jugged down the tequila and I think the alcohol hit her already. She was walking unnaturally and was crying. She was going to walk out of the kitchen door to dance, I think, but I stopped her. I pushed her on a chair. I can't let a beautiful girl like this one to be played on or be humiliated. She's too beautiful for that.

"What the hell is your problem?" she asked, confusion evident in her face. Her face which had no make-up. Just natural features. Damn beautiful.

"Don't be stupid to drink too much and dance. You know a lot of guys are waiting on beautiful girls like you to bang. So, I kinda did you a favor."

She thought about it for a moment. "Oh..." She stood up again and went to get more alcohol. I stopped her hand and she glared at me again. She sighed, "I'm not going to dance." I smiled. "And I'm not stupid enough to give guys something they want, you know."

"Okay, Miss Alcoholic. But you gotta cut down the alcohol you know. Unless you want to clean puke," I said. I think she decided not to drink anymore because she put down the bottle and sat down beside me. "So, what's the problem?"

She looked at me, her hazel eyes now guarded from emotion. Then she looked down. "It's really actually none of your business."

I didn't give up. "Between strangers, right? What are the odds that we'll ever see each other again? Considering I don't even live in this state."

"Between strangers, okay?" I nodded as she looked at me. "First off, my brother just found out that his girlfriend cheated on him, which is like, so not right for a girl to do. I mean, my brother can cause self-harm you know? And I'm just scared of what might happen. Second, I just caught my boyfriend banging a chick on his bedroom. And this wasn't the first time. This is the second time," she stopped. A tear leaked down on her face. And I tried to comfort her by putting an arm around her shoulder. I did a mental double-take, this helps, right?

"And third, which just happened like, forty minutes ago, my car broke down. I'm having one hell of a day!" she continued, bitterness present in her voice.