Stolen Innocence (Evergreen) [Student/Teacher Love Story]

thirty

We rang in the new year by pregaming for (what was supposed to be) a small kickback at one of Fiona's senior friends' houses. As soon as we walked into the house, I was almost blown away by how loud the smell of weed was, the booming of the speakers and the sheer amount of people in here.

The four of us squeezed past and through groups of high schoolers and I tried my best to fit in, but I could tell some people were staring at me for a tad longer than should be necessary.

"Wanna take a shot?" Some random guy asks Sara and she pulls us all over to the island in the kitchen, handing out shotglasses.

"One, two, three, let's go!" Some random song is blaring, everyone is getting hyped up and we all take our shot. It's fucking disgusting and some of it dribbles down my chin, causing Fiona and a couple other girls to laugh loudly, one of them grabbing me a napkin.

The next three went down much easier.

The next few hours were a complete blur, but it was so much fun. I made so many random friends whose names I'm sure I'll remember forever, and everyone was so nice.

Everyone was so much fun and welcoming and I truly never wanted the night to end.

"Hey, blondie," A voice says from behind me and I turn around to see a guy with black hair and tons of piercings staring at me from his spot on the couch, a cigarette in his hand.

"Hi," I greet, taking a seat across from him. He offers me the cigarette, and I take it, the now-familiar burn very welcome.

"What's your name?"

"Iris," I answer, handing him back the cigarette.

"How do you know the gracious host of this party?" He asks, both of us laughing as I lean back.

"Uh, you know, just a friend of a friend. Just here for the ride, you?"

"Same," He nods, chuckling. I'm about to ask his name when Fiona comes rushing out, grabbing my hand.

"It's 11:59!" She shouts and I go to glance back at the pierced guy, but she's tugging me back inside to the crowd of chanting high schoolers.

"3...2...1!" Everyone shouts, and I notice the clamor of horny people looking around for someone to grab and kiss, "Happy New Year!"

Fiona glances at me and jokingly kisses me on the cheek as I laugh and do the same.

Almost as if on cue, I feel a buzz in my pocket. Walking away from the cheering group, I carefully take out my phone, my fuzzy vision barely able to read the words on the screen.

Happy new year, baby

Michael. I'm not sure why, but I feel kinda guilty. Well, kind of. Mostly I just feel dizzy. Before I get the chance to respond, my phone buzzes again.

Where are you right now?

We got back early

My stomach drops. Will he be upset that I'm out? Will he care that I'm drunk at some random senior dude's party?

Im at a friendss house right now for new year

Praying that he can't tell that I'm extremely not sober, I await his response.

What friend?

Can I come get you?

I immediately respond with a thumbs up, unable to process exactly what's going on right now. He's back? Already?

In my drunken stupor, I wonder if he'll be pissed that I'm at a party. Drunk. After a few minutes, I realize I never sent him the address and when he asks for it, I send it, aware there's probably so many typos in it.