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Derrick

We sneak away. She dusts her pants off. Slapping herself in the ass.

Sarah barely noticed me looking at her. I observed her every detail. Her little quirks. She acted like the confident girl but was very nervous and selective. Almost as if she was acting.

Girls like her made me confused. I would analyze them to try to fit them in one category but I couldn't. Sarah was complex. And for some reason, I wanted to figure her out.

Sometimes she wanted to draw attention to herself. The first time I met her, at the party, my mouth dropped to the floor. It was Halloween. Everybody dressed up like stereotypical girly things. She was Raven from Teen Titans, probably the closest thing to describe about her. She was trying to draw attention to her thighs and legs purposefully I knew, which she was probably insecure about her body. But she caught my eye definitely. And I kept looking at her body. It looked beautiful. Most guys wouldn't think about it like that because it wasn't the attractive norm but I did. Genuinely.

I remember it so vividly. Keith, my longtime best friend noticed.

"Hey man," He asks, "You good?"

"Who is that chick?" I ask bluntly.

He laughs. "Rose's new friend, she goes to the same university as us. She's super sweet."

"She looks different from the rest of them..." I gasp. "It's so sexy."

Keith looks at me surprised. "Never knew you were into girls like her."

"Is that an insult?" I ask.

"No...you have just never went crazy over most girls."

"That's because there wasn't a girl like this."

I walk over to the girl. She is at her back turned away to me as of right now. She seemed like she was having a good time.

I tap on her the shoulder and say, "Hey, I'm not this forward but I find you very beautiful."

She turns back to me.

Uh-oh.

She drunk as hell, blasted, and I hope she doesn't think of me as some guy trying to hit on her when she was drunk. I started to get concerned for her, and I started to panic a bit.

"You shouldn't be an old man hitting on me, but it's okay because you got muscles," She touches my hairline and massages my muscles. I am a bit flustered, but my concern for her outweighs the fluster.

"I just look older...I get it from my Dad. I'm 22."

She's touching me everywhere she can. It doesn't bother me, it just concerns me. She wasn't an annoying drunk either, she was a very affectionate drunk. A person you could literally melt into their arms. That was her. And I was melting. I've never got this much affection/affirmation from a girl like this in ages.

But I wasn't aroused. Because my brain knew she was severely under the influence. She couldn't keep her eyes open. She was laying on me, about to pass out.

She rolls her eyes. "You aren't even aroused. Then why are you nervous?"

I don't say anything. I can't say much. I was lost at words for a bit.

"You are drunk. I can't be aroused. I'm sorry."

She sways at me back and forth. Breathes into my chest and blows into it.

"Oooowe. Crack. Cocaine."

I'm in a tank top and she rips at my body hair. It hurts.

"Hey...Can you not do that? I can hold you but I just don't want to be hurt."