I woke in the morning with a headache sitting at the edge of my bed. It was past five and I had to get ready for Em's birthday party. I knew how much Emma adored Halloween, I figured a Halloween party in July wouldn't be so terrible. I didn't really have a costume and since I coordinated the whole entire thing, me being underdressed shouldn't be a problem.
I put on a plain black tee and dark jeans then aheaded out the door. I pulled out in my car from out of the garage, hearing my tires skim along the rocky driveway. I couldn't stand our rocky driveway only because playing basketball was bouncer than usual. Other than that I loved our house, we had a blue garage door that we painted every fall together as a family. I didn't like focusing on it too much, my mother hated our house. She always complained about how she had the money to get something better. My parents hid a lot from my siblings and I; we never discovered where that money went.
As I pulled to the school parking lot, I decided to take another nap. I wasn't sure what was really going on with me. Why was I suddenly so tired? Was it the late night walking or the excessive balloon blowing? I wasn't exactly sure but my nap took a toll on me when I woke up at exactly 10 pm. My head spinning as I picked up my head from the steering wheel. Gazing around I saw teenagers in weird slutty costumes walking around everywhere. I guess I had missed the "surprise" part of Em's party.
Walking into the gymnasium, I felt like it was prom all over again. Except this prom was stacked with slutty demons, vampires, and shirtless dudes. I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or if everything around me was reality. I had literally just woken up five minutes ago from a lucid nap, everything around me felt abnormal. And as I walked over to the table with the sodas and chips, a slutty vampire grabbed my arm. I was turned on by the costume and the touch, mostly the idea of it at the moment. But I was scared if somehow it was Emma, so I didn't exactly make a move back. She removed her black mask only to reveal her true self, it was Penelope. I could smell vodka off her breath as she said the party was a success. Her eyes slowly turning glassy as if she had been crying the whole night. She was smiling too much. One gaze to the left and the next minute she was gone from my sight.
I pushed past lots of witches and werewolves to get to Emma, she was dressed as a cat. She tried too hard to be slutty that she ended up just looking like an Amish girl that had been captured in her household for years upon years. She looked like a nymph ready to pounce.
"I will find a girl. I will get over her. Mark my words Jordy" She yelled.
"Have you been drinking?"
"Of course I have. I just turned 16, Jordy" She yelled again.
I understood why she was yelling but she took it to a whole other level, as if I was deaf.
"You should go dance with you know!"
"Who?"
"Who do you think?" She smirked.
I knew who she was talking about, I just had to be at least be tipsy to really do it. I didn't want to end up taking care of her, although I would have liked to do that anyways. Emma handed me a really small bottle of vodka, I couldn't tell what the name of it was but I knew what vodka tasted like more than any other drink. I took two long quick sips, feeling it burn down me. It sort of felt like poison was having its way with my body. It hit me pretty quick because I started stumbling through the crowd yelling "Peno." The word penis almost escaped my mouth quite a few times but I gulped it back down, not letting my drunk self completely make a fool of myself.
She was in a corner with a group of friends, seemingly touching a tan guy's arm constantly. I was jealous and it was making my lips dry. Then she noticed me, calling me over and introducing me to her friends. I knew them all. Luca was the tall and very tan guy. He was captain of the football team and even received over five scholarships. We all thought he would be in UCLA by now but he works at a local resturant. Beside him, another mexican boy giving me googly eyes. I knew what he wanted, that was for sure. Beside Penelope, a dark girl in a slutty cat costume. Her eyes were red, clearly contacts. I knew the other girl, we graduated together this year. Julianna was extremely beautiful, especially clinging onto Luca's arm. They were really good together.
"Jordy, it's so good to see you. I'm still sorry for messing up our science project" She said apologizingly.
In freshmen year, Katherine was still in my life just barely. Her and Julianna were close so I was obligated to get a long with her. One day in science class Katherine was absent, it was probably a blessing because I knew for a fact Julianna and I would have fought over her. Juli and I ended up partners and Katherine just skipped the whole project, accepting a solid zero because she wanted my friendship with Juli to succeed.
"No worries" I coughed out. I felt tired again. I felt like puking my vodka back out onto Luca, or even the gay guy beside him. I was tired of the googly eyes.
Luca and I never ever talked. In senior year, a bunch of my friends and I decided going to a college party would be a great idea. For them it was. Instead the frat boys and Luca excluded me from beer pong. I never understood his deal with me. But tonight, he was completely engaging into conversation with me. He was sober and chatting me up about basketball, I was too drunk to comprehend. I stood there repeating the words "yeah" and "I know."
After awhile Penelope pulled me to the side, I spotted Emma gravitating towards the group. She was distracting them on my behalf to hook up with Penelope.
"My friends really like you. Really, really, reall-" She continued her "reallys" for awhile. I guess it was a habit of hers to repeat words when drunk.
"It's just weird. You're the first guy that everyone likes" She stuttered while grabbing softly on my shirt. She noticed she wrinkled it up causing her to frown and try to iron it with her hand and body heat.
We were both drunk at this point and ended up calling a cab to her place. I knew what I was doing wasn't exactly okay. Would I end up having sex with her? I hadn't done this before, Erica always refused any contact. Was that the reason I broke up with her? I frowned at the thought, I never wanted to be that guy.
She held my hand and guided me to her bedroom. I liked the way her hand felt in mine, it was soft. She was holding on tightly despite how drunk she was. I was pushed on her bed and told to wait. I did as she told me and as thirty minutes passed, I was convinced she wasn't coming back. So I got up, walking to her bathroom only to see her asleep in her tub. A pillow behind her head and a blanket completely around her. I didn't want to sleep in her bed and I was too drunk to walk back. I laid down by the tub on a bathroom rug. I fell asleep there.
