Teenage Years

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Teenage years are meant to be fun and full of memories, or at least that's what the movies make it seem like. High school is just full of horny boys and girls in short skirts. I go to high school with about 1200 students. Santa Cruz California isn't all that great, it's California your thinking, it should be fun, full of hot boys, beaches, great shopping places, blah blah blah. No. It's full of fake tans, fake boobs, and fake people in general.

My last year of high school starts in almost three weeks, and what have I done so far for my summer? School. School perp for college, senior pictures, and everything else in between. I finally got to sleep in this morning for what feels like the first time this summer, but that was short lived when I was woken up from my phone buzzing from texts.

Matt:
Party. My place. 8:00. Feel free to crash here. Parents are gone all weekend.

Praise Matt. A party is exactly what I need to get into the true summer mojo.

Me:
Need anything?

Matt:
No, I got this one all covered;)

I closed my phone and quickly took a shower. I picked out a pair of slightly ripped jeans and a black v-neck, making sure to grab matching bra and undies.

I slipped on my converse and headed to Matt's. Matt has been my best friend for the last three years. We had math together and he had no idea how to do anything in algebra, so I ended up tutoring him and we just became attached at the hip.

I parked my car and ran into Matt's house and looked around. Plastic covered their brand new couch they got two months ago, all I could do was laugh as I watched him struggle to cover the foot rest.

"You know polite guest knock and at the least don't laugh at the home owner." He growled at me.

"Oh I thought your parents had left?" I sarcastically said looking around.

"Kari, have I ever told you I hate you?"

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Author's note: Kari pronounced car-y
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I rubbed my chin and jumped on the couch making the plastic crinkle under me "no? I think that's a new one!"

We spent the next couple hours party prepping the house, mostly hiding expensive crap and cover the expensive crap we couldn't move.

It hit 7:30 when people started to show up, the crowd slowly got bigger up till about 9:00 with about 100 plus people in the house and some on the back lawn. While I walked through the house I kept the red solo cup tightly gripped to avoid spilling when people began dancing on me. I chugged my cup then got another quickly chugging that. I got to the living room where most people were dancing.

I found a cute blonde boy to dance and grind on. He kept his hands on my waist while my hands were in the air. After about 10 minutes Matt found me and gave me another cup, but this time of whatever he had been drinking, which was much stronger than what I had been drinking. He chuckled as he walked away and left me to make whatever poor decision I chose to make tonight.

"You wanna go up stairs?" The blonde boy whispered in my ear while slowly kissing up my neck.

I shook my head no and kept dancing.

"Come on baby." He spoke more firmly while grabbing my waist tight enough to move me.

"I said no." I said firmly pulling out of his grip.

"Fuck this." He murmured as he walked away.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to the kitchen. I refilled my solo cup, but before I could turn around I felt a hot breathe on my neck.

"Dude I already told you no." I snapped as I turned around.

But it wasn't the blonde boy. It was the Matt O'Neil, the quote on quote bad boy of our class. He stood a foot taller than me, 6'2". He had dark blue eyes that made every girl weak at the knees. His hair was long, it was cut shorter on the sides, but the top swooped over the top.

"I don't think I'm the sleaze bag you were all over a few minutes ago." He smoothly said as he took his left hand and put it on the counter behind me closing the gap between us.

"Uh, umm...yeah I-I can see t-that." I stuttered while trying to avoid eye contact.

He chuckled, taking his free hand and put the loose hair in my eyes behind my ear "you're too pretty to let hair cover your face."

I didn't know what to say, I ended up just blushing instead, and not just a little blush, like I just put blush on for the first time kinda blush.

"Come on." He said firmly.

"N-no. Where a-are you trying t-to take me t-to?" I sternly said but failing only to lead to me stuttering.

"I'm not trying to seduce you...yet. I'll try when you aren't drunk." He paused pressing his lips together "and when you can form a sentence, babe."

I bite my lip and followed closely behind him up stairs. He led me to Matt's room. He gestured for me to sit on the bed while he went into Matt's bathroom. He came back out with a cup of water, I gave him a questioning look.

"Trying to save the pain of a hang over, babe" I avoided the fact he called me babe. I was gonna our up a fight, but instead I willingly took the water and drank it.

After a few sips I looked at him "I don't even feel drunk."

"The way you were walking and dancing, screamed shit faced." We both lightly laughed as I continued to drink the water.

"Why did you do this?" I asked quietly.

"I don't want that sleaze bag touching what I want." He said looking at me straight in the eyes.