The Drama of Being 18

Chapter 2

                It’s 1:30 in the morning and where am I? I’m waiting for my best friends to get their butts to the bus stop, they should have been here at 12:30 but they weren’t. I tried calling them both, but every time I got a voice mail. I really wish they were here already; all this waiting has given me too much time to think about the mistake I made not more than 4 hours ago. I realize what Michael and I did was wrong, but I really didn’t want to think about it. I regret that we didn’t wait to do that, but I don’t regret giving my virginity to him; I love him. I know that sounds really bad but it’s the truth. I wonder if he regrets doing it. I wonder if he feels the same way about me that I do about him.

                ‘Ok stop thinking about this, it wasn’t right and you know that!’ Said thought, mentally scolding myself for even thinking about enjoying what we did. I tried to think about something else, but my thoughts kept turning back to Michael. Soon, I saw Eve and Jo out of the corner of my eye and, thankful for finally having company, run over to them. When I get over there, Jo smiles at me sympathetically and Eve slaps me across my face. EVE. FREAKING. SLAPPED. ME!!!

                “What was that for!?” I yell rubbing my poor cheek.

                She looks at me as if I’m insane than screams, “WHAT WAS THAT FOR!? YOU HAD…. Intercourse WITH MICHAEL!”

                “Calm my friend.” Jo says she is trying to hold Eve back from slapping me again.

                “Look, we didn’t mean for things to get that far! They just did.”

                “Alex, things as serious as that don’t just happen! When they happen other things happen and that leads to a whole other chain reaction.”

                “I know.”

                Eve calms herself down a bit and Jo lets her go, but I personally prefer to stand two arm lengths away; my cheek is still throbbing because of her. She is looking at me very seriously as she grabs my shoulders and says, “Please, please, please tell me that you two were protected.”

                “Well I have been on birth control since the beginning of the school year, but that’s it.”

                “Wow you are stupid.” I jump ten feet in the air because I seriously just forgot that Jo is standing right there.

                “I told you this just happened. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t supposed to happen but it did; end of story.”

                “Ash? Eve? Jo? What are you all doing out here?” I know that voice too well. I love that voice, but I am really not sure how to act around him now. Things were awkward after the party to say the least. I spin around and see my boyfriend, my friend, my… Lover? It feels weird to think about him like that, but that is what he is isn’t it?

                “Michael… I-“

                “We might ask you the same thing Jerk!” Eve interrupts me, glaring at Michael with that look that says ‘Run or I kill you!’

                Michael looks confused for a minute, but then he finally looks at me for the answer.

“They know.” I say quietly. I refuse to meet his eyes; those beautiful brown eyes that just make my heart melt on sight. ‘Stop it!’ I scold myself again, ‘that isn’t helping if you think about his eyes just stop.’ I am just going to turn away, but then Michael slides his finger under my chin and lifts my head to look at him. Right now, my resolve crumbles, and I just stand up on my tiptoes as we both lean in for a kiss.

                We have never held a kiss more than about 20 seconds, but this one has to have been lasting for at least an hour. Eve, loudly and on purpose, coughs and we separate, but as soon as I stand flat on my feet I feel Michael’s hand slide into mine and grip it tight. Smiling, I look at Eve with a pleading look that she just can’t resist and she throws her arms into the sky shouting, “Fine! Fine! Bring him. But I still hate him more than Harry hates Voldemort!”

                Oh yeah, did I mention, Eve and I are obsessed with Harry Potter books and movies. Of course she would use that to show me her immense amount of hate for my boyfriend. I look at my best friends and mine and Michael’s intertwined hands, and finally decide to stop this awkward silence.

                “The bus won’t be here until about 2 o’clock. We should sit down.” I hope that Eve isn’t going to ignore me because of bringing Michael along, but she will get over it; right?

                “Good suggestion,” Jo says before looking at Eve standing straight and stiff as a board, “But are you sure Eve can bend her legs?”

                “I’m perfectly fine Joanne,” Eve replied (or more like snapped) at Jo, “I’m just a little upset that we have such a hormone crazed boy here with us.”

                Michael shifts uncomfortably, and I put my other hand on his arm just to show him that I am on his side. I look back at the girl I consider to be like my sister; her dirty blonde hair falling in angelic curls over her shoulders as her green eyes stare at me intently through her glasses.

                “Eve, what we did was just as much my fault as his. We both had a part in it, but it’s in the past. I’m not asking you to treat Michael like he is your best friend, but please talk to me and try to minimize the glaring.” I say desperately; this is probably going to be my last chance.

                Jo is looking at Eve very intently; the two were almost like sisters themselves, and sometimes it really ticks me off. Jo has almost a strawberry blonde head of hair, it matches her hazel eyes perfectly though. It is actually really ironic that Jo and Eve share the same, small nose that looks like a perfect nose should look. Eve looks at Michael’s hand in mine and finally says, “Fine. Because you still seem to be happy with him, I will do as you ask; but Michael will never be my friend.” And I am just content with that, but I do hope that the bus gets here soon.