Getting Closer

Chapter Nine - Juliet

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD ;)

"Why the hell are we here again?" I ask Brooke as she parks a block away from the house.

"Because," she says as she loops her arm through mine. "We need to get you out of my apartment and onto rebound town!" Brooke quickens her step and laughs joyfully, "Michael can suck my two lesbian tits!"

Mumbling, "I somehow think he'd enjoy that."

Shivering beneath me, "Okay, you didn't need to give me nightmares, Jules."

Life has been relatively smooth since I've talked to Michael's parents a couple days ago and Michael has not contacted me once since I've visited them. I'm still utterly ashamed by how I reacted when I saw him last and how quickly I folded in his presence, but I repeatedly tell myself that that was the last time I would ever fuck Michael West and appease his stupid and a bit bigger than average dick.

But, it has been a couple of boring ass days of trying to calm my parents down about breaking off the engagement and trying to close my ears at night when Brooke brings home a girl. And maybe Brooke is right. I need a rebound and soon. I need to rid the filth I still feel from feeling his hands on my body one last time.

As we make our way to the house, thankfully it's a house that primarily stands on its own as it's on a long highway with corn field surrounding it. Loud music can be heard from all the way down the driveway and already I can tell how rowdy it'll be. Both high schoolers and community college students stream towards the house as more and more beer and drugs file in. Walking into the already blistering heat of the house, I immediately am bombarded by every sense imaginable. Weed and the faint smell of various types alcohol reeks throughout the place, flashing lights almost blind me, and loud music deafens any noise, making everyone have to yell to one another.

Brooke drags me towards the kitchen where a small window has access to the living room where girls grind against teenage boys while dancing. Or at least, I think they're dancing. In the corner, I find a group of girls swooning over some guys but I ignore everyone and grab a couple of beers. I've never liked the taste of beer but I don't fucking care what I consume tonight, as long as I get a buzz.

I turn to give Brooke a beer but she's already scouting a couple of girls to get frisky with. Sighing, I start to scout for my own prey but everyone here is already in a clique of some sort, making me feel really, really out of practice. Catching a couple of guys look my way, I decide I am not drunk enough to even think about fucking some stranger so instead I down a couple drinks of harder liquor before I take a walk throughout the place.

It's been a couple months since Michael and I had attended one of the local parties as he was preparing with my father the business deal that went down a week ago. Michael had promised to stay sober the entire summer and he did just that and stayed away from most of his toxic friends. But that didn't stop him from being a douchebag though I prayed every goddamn night.

As I walk through the humid house, full of human sweat and body odor wafting around me, I try to see if I recognize anyone here. Based on clothing alone, I can guess a lot of people here are still high schoolers. Though I was in school not too long ago as I'm still just nineteen, I never really paid attention to underclassmen as I spent most of my days with either Brooke and our mutual friends or Michael and his friends.

In my daze, I catch golden eyes staring back at me and by the gleam in them, I can already tell what he has on mind. Ignoring him, despite my interest based on appearances alone, I continue walking through the house, passing by countless party games being played. Spin the bottle, truth or dare, beer pong, seven minutes in heaven... All done by reckless and horny teenagers. When I make it to the living room, I stop short. I fucking know this group of guys and I really, really do not want them to see me here.