I slipped my shirt back up on my shoulder because I guess it fell off somehow during the party. I can’t believe I’d gone to that party anyway. I wasn’t a party girl….i was the kind of girl who’d just go home and spend my nights on my laptop or sketch something random. I smiled as I was remembering my room, my parents had let me decorate it the way I wanted to, so my drawings were all over the wall.
In fact, we just moved here, so my walls were white with a couple of drawings up here and there, I hadn’t made any friends yet and maybe that’s why I went to the party tonight. But I didn’t know the only reason those guys wanted me to come was to see if I’d give it up. And by “give it up” I mean my virginity.
That’s why I left the party quickly and now here I am…..walking home….alone.
I felt a vibration in my pocket, it was my phone. I quickly reached for it in my pocket and saw it was a text message from my old friend back in California.
Her name was Isabelle, but I just called her Izzy cause we’d been friends since like kindergarten and then my parents just had to move me here to New York to do whatever, for whatever reason.
As I was texting her back, I felt as if I was being watched. So I quickly looked behind me and saw nothing….all I heard was….silence.
I shrugged and tucked my phone away into my pocket. Ok so wait….where was I going? I had no freaking idea! All I know is that I ran as far away as I could from the party. This was only the first weekend that I’ve been here in New York and today was Sunday meaning, I HAD A TON OF HOMEWORK TO DO!
“Ugh!” I groaned as I stopped and let my head fall back as I closed my eyes. And to make matters worse tonight was a really cold night and I didn’t even have my jacket cause those dumb guys took it off of me as soon as we got into that party thing. I wrapped my arms around me, practically hugging myself in an attempt to warm up.
Fail. I thought to myself.
Then again, I pretty much fail at life at the moment because it looks like I’ll have no friends now, especially now that I ran away from what looked like the most popular people at school. And rumors will most likely be posted on that stupid site that everyone goes on now about how I got so drunk that I freaking had sex with those disgusting guys.
The website was made by an anonymous person who would post a topic and then all the kids in new York were allowed to go on and talk about what they think about that topic. Most of the topics were rumors and a new topic was posted just about every day. And tonight was the party of the year meaning that whoever made the freaking website was probably there, probably saw what happened, and would most likely write about that as a topic for tonight.
“ Freaking dumb website, “ I mumbled to myself as I pulled out my phone to check the website to see if anything was posted yet, when suddenly I felt lights blaring behind me. It was probably headlights of a car I thought to myself. But wait, I definitely didn’t want to look like a hitchhiker I thought as I began walking quickly again, looking down at my phone to look like I was busy.
Or better yet, I should look like I’m calling someone I thought to myself as I lifted the phone to my ear and pretended to talk on the phone.
The car rolled past me and I breathed out a sigh of relief, then I saw it stop at the stop sign and….oh shit, it reversed.
I kept my eyes forward and continued to “talk” on the phone as the car pulled up beside me, but I just kept walking. Out the corner of my eye I saw the window roll down and I began to panic a little bit inside as I started to walk faster.
“Stop.” I heard a voice say but I just kept walking, my heart was pounding now. I mean I didn’t want to be freaking kidnapped my first weekend here in New York…..or anytime at all for that matter.
