if he was mine

Gasolina

R I A

"Oh hey, Ria!" I hear my Godmother yell from upstairs.
"Hey, Alexa." I shout back as I throw my bag on their couch.
"How was school?"
"Nothing ever exciting happens in that prison." I mutter as I reach for the orange juice. "Want some, Bels?"
"Yes thanks. Hey Mum, what time is the sleepover?"
"It's at 6pm, darling. Bags all packed?"
"Yep." She plonks onto one of the stalls and holds out a glass for me to pour the juice in.
"They are going to be no boys right?"
"That's correct." She then leans in when her mum's back was turned. "Doesn't mean they can't get called over."
I shake my head smiling at her. She really is too brave.
"Hey, Ma." I look up to see Luis stroll in with Char close behind him.
"Hey hun, how was school?"
"A shit show." He pulls the drink out of his sister's hand and downs it right there and then.
"I keep telling you to not do that." Alexa tuts and scrubs on the kitchen counter. Luis shrugs in response, twisting the lid back on.
"And what's this on your face?" She gasps and grabs her eldest son's face. "Luis Anthony Perez I thought I told you to stop getting in fights."
"It's not that big of a deal."
"What would your father say?" She bops the back of his head with her hand and struts off muttering.
"You owe me." He leans down to whisper at Bels.
"Owes you what?" I chirp up.
"Don't worry." He pulls his head up and stares at me intently. It lasts for a minute, both of us not pulling away. His brown, sharp eyes stare directly at my doey ones with a hint of softness.
"Baby, we need to get ready for the party." Char starts stroking his hair when he breaks the eye contact by fully standing up.
"Yeah."
"What party?" I draw my chair back, my ears pricking up.
"The one at Cole's house." He mutters looking anywhere but my face.
"Can I come?" I throw out and Char stops kissing Luis and turns to me.
"You wanna come?" She asks me, her eyes wild and dilated.
"Yeah."
"Be ready at 7 then." Luis nods at me and without another word he makes his way to the door.

"She absolutely can't come." I hear Miguel arguing with Luis as I make my way downstairs. I had on a tight, black, lace top and a really short, low-rise mini skirt. To finish the look off, I had tall, black, chunky heels, gold hoop earrings and my hair was in a slick back bun. I do look good if I do say so myself.
"And why can't I?" I snap as I come down the stairs.
"Because, because..." Miguel's eyebrow raises as he stares at my outfit choice. I ignore him and turn to Luis who had a hard time covering up his astonishment. I saw him give a double take and stare at me with a look I had never seen him give me before.
"So who's ready?" I smile to myself, sliding my shoulder bag on and making my way to the door.
"Here." Luis throws me a bag of crisps and carries on making his way out.
"W-how comes?"
"There's hardly ever food at parties like this and you haven't eaten." He turns around and rubs the back of his neck. "Besides, your my bestfriend's little sister. I need to look out for you anyway."
I intently groan to myself. Blowing his gestures out of proportion once again, huh. "Thanks." I give a soft smile and follow on behind him. Of course he didn't think anything of it.

Manoeuvring my way through the throngs of drunks, I try to find someone I know but surprisingly I don't find anyone. They were all the year above me, Miguel's year, and no one in my year seemed to have showed up.
"Who's this sexy lady?" I hear someone from behind me ask and I turn around to see a good-looking blond hand me a drink.
"Oh thanks." I smile at him taking the drink he offered.
"So how comes I've never seen you around?" He leans up to scratch his head making his Ralph Lauren shirt fail to cover his frame.
"I'm in Year 12 so not your year I would presume."
"Yes. I'm Jaime from Year 13." He then looks at my drink and then back at signalling for me to take it. I take the drink and let me just say it burns.
"What is in this?" I shout as the music gets louder.
"Goodness!" He shouts back.
I just laugh at him as he tells the DJ to crank the music up. 'Gasolina' by Daddy Yanke starts playing and I lose my head in it. I hadn't heard this song in ages and I screamed with excitement.
"You like this song?"
"Who doesn't?"
"Then show me what you are made of, sexy."
I giggle and slowly start moving my hips to the beat rhythmically. Moments pass and I am completely lost in the music, moving my hips and ass around just as if I was dancing in my bedroom. The alcohol only added to the craze and so when Jaime started dancing with me and sliding his hand over my waist I didn't even question it. But as minutes pass my vision begins to blur at the edges, creating a smear of colour and flashing lights.
"Hey James, what exactly kind of goodness is in this drink?" I manage to make out, the words rolling off my tounge in a jumbled nonsense.
"It's Jaime." There was a slight edge to his tone. "And don't you worry about that, gorgeous. It lets you live in the moment."
He tightens his grip around my waist and before I even realised my feet were moving, I am being shoved roughly against a wall, his hands snaking lower and lower, my fingertips tingling with adrenaline.
"Hey, careful there handsome." I giggle, in hopes to deescalate whatever I had just got myself into.
"Shhh, let's see what these sexy legs can do huh now gorgeous?" Oh...fuck. His rough fingertips slide underneath my scrap of a skirt almost effortlessly and reach the band of my underwear, almost teasing me before he got started.
No. Stop. I try to scream, yet my lungs won't let me.
I squirm instead, scratching out at the fuckers face almost willing him to not unzip his jeans. Tears rolled down my cheeks. It wasn't enough, my body was limp from whatever 'goodness' was in that drink. I'm so fucking stupid.
Using all of my willpower, "No!" I manage to shriek, my voice bursting out from the bubble it was smothered in.