I went to my first party yesterday. A real college party. Smoking, drinking, all of it. Loud music, and sweaty bodies packed into the room, grinding on each other to the beat. I remember looking at you from across the "dance floor" and thinking you were very attractive. I could feel your friends staring at me, but I only had eyes for you. I stayed close to the wall with a bottle of water, moving my body to the music.
||I need a gangsta to love me better than all the others do. To always forgive me, ride or die with me. That's just what gangstas do.
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||She's a maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love. She's a maneater, make you buy cars, make you cut cards, wish you never met her at all.
A few songs later, you came up to me. Your hair was white. Some kind of blindfold covered your eyes. I didn't know how you could see through it. There was a red cup in your hand. I could almost smell the alcohol. More than one cup would probably fuck me up beyond words.
"I saw you staring at me earlier," he leaned in closer to me, "Something wrong with my outfit?"
I shook my head and took a sip of my water, "I was looking at your friends."
I didn't want to fool around with anyone but you. I hoped you could see through my facade, but your face said otherwise. It was a mask, angry-looking, and not friendly. For a short moment, I wondered how it'd look while your cock was down my throat.
"Look at me, baby girl." He tilted my face upward towards his, "My friends and I aren't people you wanna mess with. We'll break your body and your heart."
A sudden wave of boldness came over me. That's the only way I can describe it. I took my free hand and pulled on his belt. Pulled him closer to me. He scoffed
"Don't start shit that you can't finish, baby."
He wrapped his hand around my throat, "I'll do shit to you that'll fuck you up for anyone else but me."
My eyes rolled back, and a strangled moan passed my lips. He said something I didn't catch and walked off. I slumped against the wall, trying to unscramble my brain. I couldn't see him or his friends anymore. I wondered where they'd gone and went to get a real drink. The water wasn't doing shit, and I needed to forget what just happened.
I'd had 3 cups of whatever was in the punch bowl. The first tasted really bad. The second was better. The third didn't taste like alcohol. I wanted to go home, but I think my roommate had left without me. She never liked parties. With how dizzy I was feeling, I didn't blame her.
I stumbled up the stairs, looking for the bathroom. I passed two closed doors before finding it. The light was left on, and it smelled like weed. I turned the fan on and shut the door. When I finished, I turned to the sink to wash my hands. There was a large black handprint on my neck. I had to be seeing things. It wouldn't come off.
"I'm too drunk," I said to the mirror, "I need to get back home before... before she worries."
The door opened suddenly, making me jump and nearly fall.
It was the white-haired guy with the blindfold. He was yelling at someone down the hall.
"I'll find her, just shut the fuck- oh shit," he finally looked at me, "Found you, baby."
Found me? For what? Did my roommate come back? My phone had died, so I wouldn't know if she had texted or called. The guy walked into the small bathroom, trapping me between the bathtub and him.
