Holiday Specials

New Year's-2012

Part l

When I said I wanted to do something different for my eighteenth birthday, I didn’t mean lose my virginity to a self confessed player.

  New Year’s was my birthday. I was seventeen and practically the most boring teenager ever. The most exciting thing about me was my best friend; Jay. We had been best friends since we were ten years old. He was my neighbor and speckled me with kind greetings when my family moved into the neighborhood. Years later, Jay Chanson was the most wanted guy in high school. He was a downright player.

  I was pretty sure he was the only reason I had any friends in the first place. It was really cute that he was so protective of me and yet I was the only girl he had zero sexual interest in. That was fine with me, though. My torch for Jay ended when I was fourteen years old. After that I lost any sort of feelings for him other than friendly ones.

  But who wouldn’t fall those deep green eyes and wavy brown hair at least once? Jay was a gorgeous guy, and he knew it.

  For years, Jay tried to get me to go to wild parties with him. I always refused, though, because I heard the sort of stories from those parties. I wasn’t a part girl. No, I would rather stay holed up in my room doing homework or reading books. It never really registered with me that I had wasted my high school years until two days before my birthday.

  “I wanna do something crazy,” I told Jay one day after school. “Before my time as a teenager’s over.”

  Jay gave me a wary look. “You sure? I mean, you’ve stayed outta the par-tay world pretty successfully.”

  “Yeah, but that’s why I wanna break that record,” I stated adamantly. “I don’t wanna be the boring girl anymore, and I don’t wanna be crazy in college. That’s too important. So, really, I have one night to do all the things I’ve missed out on.”

  Jay smirked wolfishly. “Oh, I can give you crazy, sweetheart. You sure you’re ready for it?”

  I nodded. “Yes!”

  “Okay, but first…..let’s give you a make-over.”

  I looked down at my attire. I was wearing normal skinny jeans, Converse, a plain white T-shirt and a black hoodie. What was so wrong about that? Or maybe it was my shoulder length red hair? “Why?”

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Jay said quickly, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “I’m all for your look. And before you say it, no; you don’t look like a stupid nerd. But if you wanna do something completely different…..being down right sexy is the way to go.”

  I frowned. “How sexy?”

  A few hours later, I was glaring at myself in the mirror. I hardly recognized myself. The black mini skirt I was wearing was for one too tight and way too short. If I bent over too much everyone would be able to see everything I got—being as though Jay, the expert, insisted on a freaking thong. A red lacy thong, at that. I had never worn something so uncomfortable!

  But wait, it got worse. The top I was wearing was light purple and fairly loose…..and revealing. It was a dipping vee, and the push up bra that was forced on me showed off cleavage I never knew I had. As for shoes? Black ankle boots. They were the only thing about my outfit I actually liked.

  I had my hair done at the salon; it was curled, making it shorter. Jay’s girlfriend of the week offered to do my makeup. To my surprise, she didn’t make me look like a total whore. My eyes were smoky, making the chestnut irises beam, and my lips were nude but glossy.

  If sexy was what Jay was going for, I certainly looked sexy. He even paid for everything. Said it his birthday gift to me. I wasn’t sure if I liked his present this year, though….

  “I look like a slut,” I muttered.

  “But a very cute slut,” Jay added positively. His eyes scanned my body up and down. “Damn, Cassidy! Where have you been hiding your body?”

  I flushed, wanting to drape a sheet around my body. “Gee, thanks.”

  He flashed his signature smirk, a thing he had never used on me. I was put off, to say the least. “I’m gonna hafta be fighting guys off of you all night!”

  I rolled my eyes, grabbing my coat and my purse. “Let’s just go.”

  “I hate to see you go, but I just love watching you leave!” Jay called after me.

  I wrapped my coat around my butt. “Shut up!”

  “What?” he laughed, catching up with me. He slung his arm over my shoulders. “It’s a compliment, sweetheart.”

  Rolling my eyes, I slid in the passenger seat of his black Mercedes. He slipped behind the wheel a second later, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So? You ready to blow ‘um outta the water?”

  I felt like vomiting, to be honest. Or at least cover myself in a sheet.

  “People won’t be able to keep their eyes off of you,” Jay continued as he backed out of the drive. “Girls, even.” He wiggled his brows.

  I slapped his shoulder. “Shut up, Jay! God, why am I your friend again?”

  “Cause I’m awesome,” he answered.

  I rolled my eyes, not saying a word. Because, let’s face it, Jay really was awesome.

  And right.

  As soon as we walked through the doors of whoever house this was, eyes were following me practically everywhere I went.

  “They think you’re some new dominatrix chick,” Jay whispered in my ear, arm slung over my shoulder.

  I just smiled deadly, like I would think some sexy girl would. It was easier than I thought, becoming the sexy girl Jay had dressed me up to be. My personality completely changed with the costume and it was really easy to get into character. It wasn’t like I was adopting a new look for myself, but for tonight I would be the girl of every guy’s dream.

  “Well, what d’ya think, sexy?” Jay chuckled. He was enjoying this way too much. “Drinks?”

  I shrugged carelessly and allowed myself to be led toward the kitchen area. The bass of the sweet stereo set-up was turned up so high it hit my chest like a rock. But I loved the vibrations it was giving off. The music wasn’t my favorite—typical popular radio crap—but it was meant for dancing.

  My skin itched in anticipation, which was something that really only happened when my radio was blasting in the bathroom and no one else could see me dance.

  Jay handed me a red plastic cup filled to the brim with dark liquid. “Drink up,” he said with a smirk, tapping his cup to mine before taking a swig of it.

  “Oh, Jay, you know I don’t drink…..” I fidgeted, glancing around nervously.

  “C’mon, Cass!” Jay chided. He bumped his hip against mine. “This is about living, remember?”

  I stared at the beer uncertainly. Cassidy! I screamed at myself. You’re only a teenager once! Live. It. Up! “What the hell?” I muttered, chugging the entire thing.

  Jay laughed and cheered me on. “Want mine?” He held the cup out to me.

  My head was already beginning to spin. “Why not?” I said with a shrug, and then finished his drink off to.

  The rest of the night was a bit hazy after that. I remember laughing a lot and dancing even more. I remember going upstairs with some guy, making out with him like crazy. I remember a door closing behind us and tearing clothes off hurriedly.

  And then I woke up….staring at Jay lying in bed next to me.

A/N A bit predictable, I know, but oh well. Specials are a bit predictable anyway, right? I have no idea how long or how short this is gonna be. I have a lotta time in between this and Valentine’s Day.

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TTFN,

HaNnAh

P.S How was your New Years?