sad eyes, bad guys

party animal

It was Saturday night.
I had to get out.

My motorbike was parked outside Danny's house. Heading inside, music began to vibrate through my whole body as if I was liquid. The party was loud and the number of people who showed in an hour was crazy. It all felt crazy.

I met Josh when I got to the living room. He was sitting there, smoking, covered in girls. His brown hair was constantly being pushed back by one of the girls, while others lounged by him.

"Hey Josh!"
I had to shout.
"Hey! Have you had something to drink yet?!"
He replied.
"No... Where's Laura ?!"
"Somewhere!"
I laughed.
"Let me get you a drink!"

He shouted, lifting himself off of the couch. Walking through the immense crowd of people, we reached the kitchen, where beer cans where stacked in columns and shots were placed in wonky rows, Danny probably organised this while he was stoned.

Everyone loved Danny Dunker's parties because they went to the extremes. Whether it's the drinks, the place or the people, he knew how to surprise us. Josh threw me a beer can.

"Catch!"

Heading back to the living room, I stumbled upon a girl who had black short hair and seemed extremely drunk. As I walked past, her jet black fingernails clawed into my shirt, pulling me towards her. She pulled me in so close that are noses nearly touched.

"Hi!"
She laughed hazily.
"Hi?"
I said in confusion.
"What's your name? Mine's Fiona. "

She kept on laughing, until she stumbled into my arms. She seemed 17 or something. God she was making a mess of herself. I dragged her into one of the bedrooms upstairs. I could constantly hear people hooking up from the other rooms, so there wasn't ever any peace.

I lay her down on the bed, and sat next to her. Why is she doing this? She looks so young, and still in good shape, what is she doing spending her time at trash house parties like this? God knows... I looked back at her, reminding me of my 17 year old self.

Back then I used to run from party to party, every night. Not really. It was Rebecca who dragged me along to most of them. The girl was unstoppable. We'd get to the party, drink, smoke, hook up, get out.
Sometimes maybe twice or three times in one night. But in the morning we would end up at some scruffy motel. At least we lived dangerously. At least we took risks. At least-

"Hey... What's your name?"
The girl rose.
"Uhh... It's Evan."
She looked at me for a minute, glaring into my eyes. As if she wanted me to say something. But I didn't.

Suddenly, she pulled me into her. Her lips practically attacked mine. I could smell the beer she had practically soaked herself in. It was gross, but I didn't care.

I was thinking about Rebecca, and how I missed her, and how I should take more risks. This was my risk.

Her mouth smothered mine. She let go, grabbing my shirt and beginning to take it off. I didn't panic. I just let her do it. My shirt was off. She began taking her's off. God, her neon pink bra made me want to throw up. But I didn't care.

I didn't want to care. And if anyone asked me what happened, I'll say I was drunk, because that's believeable enough. Hopefully. Right before she began unzipping her jeans, the door slammed open with a basic jock rushing in.

"Babe?!"
Yelled the Fiona, your basic high schooler with her on and off relationship with her jock boyfriend and constant daddy issues I presume .

Shit.

Shit,shit ,shit,shit.

The jock looked at me in disgust.
"Who are yo-"

I rushed out of the door. Stumbling down stairs, I managed to put my shirt on. I looked back, and noticed how that jock had his friends chase after me as well. For god sakes... I flung on my helmet and jumped onto the motorbike. Speeding down the street, I thought I had gotten away. But no. The jocks all got into their Jeeps and started chasing after me. Shit Fiona.

The jocks blocked the road after me, yelling, mocking me, throwing beer everywhere.
I rushed off back to my apartment. Heading that way, I hid in a local park, you know one of those private ones where privileged families interact with each other and talk about how fast their kids are growing . I parked my bike behind a large bush, hoping they wouldn't find me. I sat there in silence for a while, actually quite peacefully, until I heard them park their cars. They were all shouting as a group. Probably disturbing the neighbours. Such bad influences. I stopped breathing when they approached the bush I hid behind.

One of the guys glanced at the bush, but then turned back to it and began to glare at it. God, did he see me? I was terrified. Just before he began to loom over it his friends shouted.

"Mike! Get out of the bushes! Stop scaring squirrels!"

Then they all laughed and left me, nearly pissing myself, and with a non existent black eye which I expected to get. Yay me. After about 20 minutes, I climbed out of the bush, covered in leaves and branches, I climbed back into my motor bike and began to head home.