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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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I never considered myself easily influenced. But suddenly I'm finding myself going to a party I didn't even want to go to in the first place.
It was late at night when I messaged Yasmin and told her we could go to that party she was talking about together. I spent 5 minutes talking myself into doing it.
I over heard Annalise tell her boy toy or whatever he was to her that they were going to a costume party. I put two and two together and remember Yasmin asking me about it, she said she had no other plans so she would come.
Driving, to her house, I think about Annalise, when I do think about her which isn't often, I think a lot about if she recognizes how inconsiderate she is or if she's purely cold hearted.
After fixing her sink, which I offered to do for her on a weekend, I didn't get a thank you or even a glance my way as she left out the door with Romeo.
Her mom let me out, she's a lot younger than I first thought but when she spoke to me she was kind and at least thanked me. She offered to pay but I denied it, now thinking about it I'm sure she and her husband could afford it and I should've taken the offer.
Flashes of last night have entered my mind more times than I want to admit. I don't feel as regretful as I thought I would have, but it won't happened again.
I rather my first time not be with a girl I can't stand. I'm not necessarily into that it needs to be with "the one" shit but id at least want it to be with someone I tolerate and have some trust in.
Annalise wasn't that kind of girl, from what I heard. She liked to party and knew how to speak to guys to get things her way. I would know. She has a manipulative way of getting things done for her that I don't understand.
As soon as I park outside of Yasmin's house, regret starts forming in knowing that I'd actually have to go to a party. I've never been to any of the shitty parties because I knew I wasn't missing out on much.
I watch her walk out of her house, her big curls now in a half up half down hairstyle. She waved at me as she gets in my car and holds up a bag.
"Hey, I brought choices. Let me know which ones your favorite." She says and starts digging into her bag.
"This was my brothers costume last year, it should fit. You're around the same built." She holds up the cowboy costume next to me.
In reality, it's just a white long sleeved shirt and a brown vest with black pants and a cowboy hat that looks like it could be for a child.
