Not All Bad

Not All Bad: Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

For the rest of the week, I ignored Hunter like he had the plague. He kept trying to talk to me for some reason. But, what was the point of talking? It wouldn’t have helped anything or made the situation better at all. He had a girlfriend, didn’t tell me, and kissed me like he actually liked me. He was just like every guy I had ever dated before. I kept making the same mistakes, falling for the same kind of guys, and breaking my heart all over again. Plus, I had better things to think about. There was a party that night that I was going to and actually wanted to go to. I thought a good raging party would be a good way to distract myself from all the shit in my life.

Sasha came over my house and we got ready for the party. Rob was in his room with one of his friends doing God knows what, but I really didn’t care as long as he was in the house and not out where he could get caught doing whatever he was doing. Ginny was sleeping over one of her friend’s houses and my dad promised that he would pick her up in the morning. I just hoped he remembered because there was no way I was going to be able to pick her up with the hangover I was going to have.

I was serious about this party. I was going to get drunk- not too drunk because I could get sloppy with too much cotton candy vodka, but drunk enough that I could just let loose and have some fun. I let Sasha borrow my sparkly tank top dress which made her look like some kind of Latino goddess and I decided on a cute pink lace tank top paired with my black pencil skirt. I wrapped a big black belt around my waist and slipped my feet into my four inch heel ankle boots and Sasha wore her black spike heels. When we were all finished with our hair and makeup which took close to two hours, especially with straightening Sasha’s long, thick curls, we hopped into my Camry and drove to Matt O’Leary’s five story mansion. He lived in the same neighborhood as Cole Hamels, one of the Phillies’ star pitchers, that was how rich this guy was.

Around ten thirty, we pulled up to the already hopping party. Rena texted me to meet her out by the pool so after first grabbing two beers, Sasha and I made our way through the throngs of people to the patio in the backyard. While, we were walking, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, expecting to see Rena, but came face to face with my ex-boyfriend, Tyler. He looked trashed with a capital T. His eyes were super bloodshot, his polo shirt was askew and unbuttoned, and he had an empty bottle of JD in his hand. However, he still looked absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. Tyler was the kind of guy that every girl lusted for: hot, athletic, super rich, smart, and super mega popular. He was the captain and lead scorer of the lacrosse team, star receiver for the football team, and held the school record for how many points in a game in basketball. His parents had come up with the idea for the iHome and iPad and had three beach houses: one in the Outer Banks, one in Mexico, and another in the Bahamas. He had a 4.01 GPA and won ever debate he ever entered no matter what the topic. Everyone liked him. Everyone worshiped him. Everyone wanted to be friends with him, date him, and be him. But in retrospect, he was just a complete asshole. He cheated on girls and tests, he bribed people, did hundreds of steroids, used his parents’ money and power as a weapon, and looked down on everyone no matter who they were. He treated me like shit when we dated: ordered me around, made me do things I didn’t want to, made me feel like crap, told me I was ugly, a whore, and every other hurtful name in the book, and cheated on me multiple times. I stayed with him for almost a year and a half even though he did all of this. I just wanted the attention and I sincerely regretted all the time I wasted. Tyler Cox was a lying, cheating pig.

“Hey, J. How’s it goin?” Slurred Tyler. He smiled widely, his Crest white strips teeth blinding my eyes.

“Really well,” I lied, “How about you?”

He stepped closer to me and seemed to sober up a little. His blue eyes burned into mine. “I’m really happy that you’re doing well, J, especially after what happened with us.”