High school Idiot

Chapter 5

"You look pretty in makeup." I blushed a little at his compliment. I had forgotten to take it off and I never wear makeup to school., I'm too afraid of being judged.

"Thanks." I pretended I didn't care about his compliment as I took off my jacket. It was starting to get really hot in here. Maybe that's why he brought me in here. How many girls had he brought in here? That thought made me shiver.

"Oh, are we taking off our clothes?" He started to unbutton his pants before I could respond. I grabbed his hand to stop him and he looked up at me his eyebrow raised.

"How many girls have you brought here?" The words escape my mouth despite my best attempts to fight them.

"Why?"

"Morbid curiosity" I shrugged not chalantly. No stupid insecurities! You are a different person, just for tonight.

"Oh, I don't know, a few, I guess." Oh, a few! Thanks so much for your super helpful answer! Now I feel so goddamn special!

"Ok." I pretended like that was enough of an answer as I gripped the bottom of my shirt. He finished unbuttoning his pants. I shut my eyes and refused to let myself think. I quickly pulled my shirt off and threw it on the ground. I opened my eyes and saw him staring at my bra, I gulped.

Tonight I'm free from my doubts, insecurities, morals, and reality. I went to reach around and unhook my bra but he walked closer to me, his shirt touching my stomach.

I felt his cold long fingers on my back, they were surprisingly clumsy but worked fast. My bra fell to the ground by his feet and he moved to my pants so i moved to his taking them off awkwardly. He pulled out a condom from his pocket and thus continued the first night of the rest of my life.

The next morning, I woke up in my bed. I looked down and saw that I was dressed in my clothes from the night before. Then, I checked the clock, 5 am. I had an hour before i had to wake up, but I was not going to sleep again.

Why did I do it? Why was I so obsessed with that one night of freedom and did I feel better now that I got it?

Well, I wanted that night so bad because I was done, done following my mother's rules, listening to everything she said just to have her accuse me of the worst. I was done being that good kid, waiting till midnight for my mother to get home from partying, getting high, and screwing her boyfriend. Why should I have to be the adult?! It was my turn to have fun!

And, yes, I do feel better, I feel thrilled, excited, and ready to do it again. I ran upstairs and grabbed one of my mother's wine bottles, not caring if she was around to see. I poured myself a drink to celebrate my newly found rebellion.

I chugged and put everything back where i found it. Running back down to my room, I couldn't knock this feeling and I didn't want to. Did he feel the same? Did I even care about him? I looked at the clock, 6 am. Time for round 2.