Loving him

Truck

I sat in front of my vanity mirror touching up my mascara. Aron was going to be here in about fifteen minutes and I was just finishing up.

I was wearing some ripped jeans, a fitted tank, a flannel, and my converse.

I thought about what Austin had said to me in art today. Why did he have any interest in what I did, or who I hung out with. If I run into him at that party I'm just going to ignore him and try to avoid him.

I heard a beep outside and figured it was Aron. I walked down stairs to see a jacked-up black truck in my driveway.

My parents were both at work and I had told my mom I was staying with Gracie. I usually try not to lie to my parents, but I've never been invited to a party, well by a guy at least.

I walked out of the front door and opened the passenger side door of Aron's truck.

"Hey Morgan." He stuck his hand out to help me get up in his truck.

"Hey, thank you." I gave him a small smile.

"Ahh no problem you're welcome."

The rest of the drive was silent. We finally got to the party and Aron helped me out of his truck. "Thank you."

"Oh you're welcome." He gave me a small smile.

We started towards the front door. I could hear the music booming from inside. "So who house is this anyways?"

"Oh um... I think it's Tanner's. I don't really know though."

We awkwardly walked to the front door, and entered. The party atmosphere hit me in the face. The smell of alcohol, sweat, and teenagers hit me in the face.

There were a lot of people at the party. I mainly just followed Aron around because I didn't really know anyone else there. Gracie had a test tomorrow so she didn't come.

It was getting pretty late and I was ready to go but Aron was hanging out with some of his friends and I didn't want to bother him.

"Hey doll you ready?" Aron slurred out. There was no way he was talking to me.

"Aron don't call me doll, and there is no way I am riding home with you." I was not about to get in a drunk driving accident or be with him when he gets a DUI.

He grabbed my wrist. Where the heck did the sweet Aron from earlier go. He started to pull my arm.

"Aron I said I'm not riding with you!" He just kept pulling me.

That's when I saw a fist collide with Aron's face.