I was about to break my shyness and talk to the girl, but Sami started talking to me. She mentioned the day when I hit her with the football and I laughed and smiled. I put my legs up and Sami put hers across mine and the girl put her legs on Sami's. Another hour or so in hell and we arrived at Sami's house. It was pretty big. We all walked out of the limo and into the house. I took my shoes and jacket off. I looked at my arms and saw the scars from my past. Why did it have to be a white t-shirt... I was about to walk to the living room but Sami dragged me upstairs and the others followed.
"This is my room and this is my sister's room." she said happily.
"I see that." I sounded like I was talking to a little kid who attempted to draw an elephant or giraffe.
We all talked for a bit and walked back down stairs and socialized some more. My ex and I talked a bit, but it was awkward. I was curious about the girl's name. Luckily Sami told her something and said her name. Aria. Such a beautiful name. I talked to my ex some more and I noticed that Aria looked at me for a bit. She was still hiding something. Allan dragged me upstairs and told me something.
"Bro. I think Jay still likes you." he said as he grinned at me.
"No. I'm not dating her again. I'm not dealing with what happened between us again," I said unimpressed "besides, I don't go back to girls that I break up with."
"Aww. C'mon man."
"No, Allan!"
I started to walk down the stair but Allan grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me back. He threw me down on the ground and there was a loud thud. He jumped on top of me and tried play fighting me. I wasn't in the mood so I took it seriously and got aggressive fast. I put my legs against his stomach and pushed him off of me and I got on top of him and put my arm on his neck. Applying enough pressure to hopefully subdue him but not kill him. He pushed back. It was a constant switch between me winning and him winning. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. The girls came upstairs and watched us.
"Ya'll look gay as fuck!" a blonde girl said. Her name was Chey.
"You having fun Jaycee?" Allan said playfully
"Fuck off, Allan" I said as I smirked back.
I saw Aria watching. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of her. Allan was on my back for some reason. I slowly started to pull myself up. How did I not break yet? I was 120 pounds and Allan was 165. I was able to stand up and throw Allan off my back. Veins were popping out of my arms and I was red I felt a pain in my leg and I rolled my pant leg up. There we a few cuts and scratches but nothing major.
After Allan and I were done wrestling around we all went into Sami's room. Allan and I sat on the floor, Tara and Chey sat on Sami's bed, Sami sat up against her dresser, Arianna sat on a chair, Jay was in a corner, and Aria was on the dresser. Everyone was everywhere.
"We should play truth or dare!" Sami yelled excitedly.
Another cliché, but I decided to play for shits and giggles. It was pretty tame until I was called.
"Jaycee, I dare you to put Allan's dock in your mouth for 30 seconds." Arianna said with a sly grin on her face. I sat there. Well fuck..
"Sure. Can't back out now..." I said regretfully. Allan pulled his sock off and handed it to me. I looked down. Why? What have I gotten myself into? I took the sock, opened my mouth and stuffed the sock in. The taste of laundry detergent, cotton, and sweat was putrid. I REALLY regretted coming to the party now. Aria looked disgusted. Yay. There goes my chances of her talking to me.
After about an 30 minutes of a game of truth or dare, which surprisingly wasn't cliché, we headed downstairs. We played a trivia game about some movie named Divergent. Aria sat next to me. I wanted to talk but I was still too shy and I didn't want to interrupt the game. The game went on. Question after god damned question. Who did this? Who loves him? Who killed who? Why am I at this party? I kept thinking to my self. I looked at Aria. She looked back and smiled, so I smiled back. It was funny. She was the only one I actually smiled at. I didn't have to fake it. I looked at her eyes. I was starting to figure out what was wrong. She was hurt and she felt alone. Yet there was a small spark of happiness. I only saw the spark when she looked at me. Why does she not fake her smile when she looks at me?
After the trivia came cake. Obviously the birthday girl, Sami, got the first piece. Why do we celebrate birthdays? It's just a year closer to your imminent death. I got a piece of cake even though I said repeatedly that I didn't want one. I ate the cake and didn't converse with anyone. I just sat there looking at the people who were clearly having fun while I faked it. Then again its better than being home with my parents. My self-centered, cigarette adicted and alcoholic dad and my poor, broken mom. After my mom broke her back my life got worse than before. I got depressed and even more shy than before. I was at the point where I had a gun in my hand and I pointed it at the side of my skull. Three... Two... O-. Then it came to me. I was still at the party. I had another flashback... I'm broken and always will be.
