The drink you spilt all over me
Lover's Spit left on repeat
"What the h–"
"I'm so sorry!" the blonde, who accidentally spilled her beer on me, yelled. She tried her hardest to remove the stain from my dress with a couple of paper towels she got from the kitchen as I stood there in shock, trying to remain calm and hide my frustration.
She ruined my dress. My favorite dress. I thought about how I would have to wash it as soon as I got home, and how that stain would probably never come out, no matter how many times I put it in the washer. I thought about how I didn't even want to be at this stupid party in the first place and how I gave in and agreed to come after Alexa begged me to go with her. I hated parties, they made me uncomfortable, and she knew that. Yet here I was, uncomfortable and sticky, awkwardly standing in the middle of someone's living room as a stranger tried to wipe off the beer she spilled on my dress. How delightful.
"I'm so sorry."
I sighed, causing the girl to look up and stop wiping. "It's not that big of a deal," I told her.
"No, it is." You're right, it is. "I should've watched where I was going. I'm sorry."
"It's fine," I replied calmly.
"You're not going to yell at me?"
I shook my head. She seemed sweet, I couldn't yell at her. Plus, she was super cute.
"But I messed up your dress."
"I know."
"But it's a very nice dress, and I bet it was pretty expensive, too. I'd be pissed at me if I were–"
"You want me to yell at you, don't you?" I asked jokingly.
She shook her head before chuckling lightly, her laugh even sweeter than her voice. "No. Sorry again."
"Stop apologizing."
"So–" she stopped before the word left her mouth again, and almost instantly, the look of embarrassment on her face was replaced with a small smile. "I'm Jenna," she told me, changing the subject and holding her hand out for me to shake.
"Tay," I replied as we shook hands. Hers was warm and soft compared to mine. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"
She nodded. "Yeah, this is my house, actually. I can show you where it is. I could also lend you a pair of clothes so you won't have to go home wet and smelling like beer."
"That'd be nice," I smiled thankfully. "So do you always spill drinks on your party guests?"
She chuckled again, grabbing my hand and leading me down the hall. "Come on."
My mom and dad let me stay home
It drives you crazy, getting old
It was a Thursday, and I woke up early just like I did every morning. I groaned, hitting the snooze button, feeling unmotivated to get out of bed. The thought of having to get out of bed and go to school made me feel sick, so I told my parents that I was sick. It wasn't a complete lie.
I wasn't sure if they believed me or if they just didn't care, but they let me stay home.
The first thing I did when my parents left was call Jenna. We talked a few times after the party and she seemed pretty cool. I wanted to know more about her.
"Hey, it's Tay. Do you want to come over?"
"It's Thursday."
"I know."
"We have school."
"I know."
"You expect me to just forget about school and go to your house?"
