Losing my religion

2.The party

When the first three classes are over and we go outside for our break, I meet Romy and tell her about how rude the new boy was to me, to God and to all the people in the town too.

"Well, he has no other choice than adapt to our way of life" she laughs.

"Oh, and i mentioned the party at The Terrasse tonight. But I don't think he'll come"

"It's such a pity. His behavior ruined everything, 'cause he is really handsome. And those muscles..."

"Stop it, Romy. He's disgusting"

***

At the party...

"Hey, Romy" I ask her seconds after arriving at the bar. "Isn't Aria that girl over there? She looks...hot"

"She does. She's changed a lot"

"If it wasn't a sin, I could go lesbian for her. But God doesn't allow that and nor would I."

That's when a really cute guy whose name I've forgotten approaches us, and compliments me.

"Hey, Amanda, you look gorgeous tonight. That dress looks so good on you" I blush and mutter "thanks".

"Do you want to come walk with me?" he asks me. I answer "sure" and we leave.

But just when we are about to go outside, his hand goes from my shoulder to my butt, and he grabs it, and won't put his hand elsewhere. He keeps grabbing it, and I feel so uncomfortable.

"Can you please stop? I don't like what you're doing..."

"I don't care if you like it or not. I do like it. You've got such a nice body. I'd fuck the shit out of you to be honest"

"What did you just say! You are disgusting! Please leave me alone! I didn't mean I'd let you squeeze my butt when I said I'd go for a walk with you! You are nasty!" I cry out.

"Please baby" he says, placing his hand on my boobs this time.

"You can't" I try to say, but Andy, the new guy I met this morning, suddenly shows up and yells at him. He tells him to go away and to stay the fuck away from me because he's not allowed to invade someone else's privacy like that. The guy walks away and I thank Andy, confused but relieved.

"It was nothing personal. I just hate these jerks as much as I hate religious people"

"Oh. Well, anyway, it was nice, and you did me a favor, so I have to thank you" 

I'm so thankful that he appeared, because we're outside and since it's so cold (we're still in April!) nobody wants to go outside and freeze. But that disgusting boy almost raping me wasn't enough, and now my father turns up here and sees me and Andy, alone.

"Were you two about to kiss?" he asks angry and confused.

I'm trying to say no and I would never do that, but he's already telling me to get in the car and that good girls don't start making out with people they don't even know at parties. I tell him we didn't do anything, but the fact that we were alone makes him think that we have kissed and that we have gone outside to kiss, which isn't true at all. I can't tell him the whole story, how a guy has started to touch my...parts, because he would blame me for that and go on about how a good Christian girl doesn't let boys do that, etc.

I love God, but sometimes dedicating our lives to Him can ruin us...