We Were Supernova

The Lake House Whores of California

"Jess is back." Regan says as she inhales her cigarette and stares out into the blank sky.

Next to me, Ray shuffles his feet awkwardly, kicking gravel all over the place.

"When?" I exhale the toxic mix of over 7,000 chemicals into the air.

"A couple months ago, she said her mom tried home schooling but it didn't work so she's coming back to public school."

Ray looks down.

Everyone looks at Ray.

"How do you know this?" Regan stares at him. I look at her fingers and for a second I think the cigarette is going to fall. She looks at Ray like she wants to kill him.

"She told me. We've been texting." He says quietly.

I turn my head back towards the clouds, biting my lip. It's not worth the fight. But Regan thinks it is.

"How can you still talk to that bitch? After everything she did to me and Cara! Do you not care?" She's standing now, leaning over Ray. She looks 10 times taller than him when he sits on this tiny bench.

"Are you kidding me?" He scoffs. "That was years ago, get over it. She tells me all the time that she would have never done it if she could do over-"

That's it.

"Are there any do overs in real life? No. She's bull shit. Her excuse is bull shit. Her coming back here is bull shit. She's just trying to get into your head." I stand so I'm leaning over him. "If she says one word to me I'm going to fuck her pretty little face up. Text her that."

I throw my cigarette on the ground and walk towards the doors of the school.

I know that I shouldn't have been so harsh to him. It's not his fault. He loves her. They were dating for 5 months when he was about to break up with her and she tried to slit her wrists. All she wants is attention. I guess when this happened Ray realized how much he actually loves her because he never left her side once after that.

Except for that summer at the beach house.

"It's going to be a chill party. Meaning maximum amount of people, 20." She says turning her head to wink at me as she leads me to the deck.

"Think about it this way. It's a lake house, in the middle of nowhere. No parents, no supervision- at all." I close the sliding glass door behind us. "Doesn't sound chill to me."

"Too bad. You're already here. Might as well enjoy it." She shrugs and picks up 2 filled shot glasses from the table. "Shots before the party?"

I roll my eyes, grabbing my shot glass and I swallow everything in it like it will give me life.

"Another one?" She raises an eyebrow after she's finished hers. I shake my head no, licking my lips.

Regan turned out to be telling the truth for a good 30 minutes. People came and people went. Then the people who went came back with more people, who were on their phones for about 2 minutes then all of a sudden I had doorbell duty. Which I didn't like but the worst part was, at some point people stopped ringing the doorbell and just walked in.

Me casa su casa.

Within 10 minutes music was blasting, teens were drunk along with myself and the house was so packed some people were partying in the lake and by the tree outside of her house.

I was dancing when I felt someone's strong hands around my waist. I knew it was a guy. But what guy? Who cares? I'm drunk, my judgement is impaired.