Broke up with the love of my life 3 months prior to that night - I wasn't over him. Everything reminded me of his strong cologne smell. My old hoodie, my bedroom, my duvets- everything. I was only 16 while he was 19, everyone thought he took advantage of a young girl. I'm not a young a girl I'm 16 I'm mature and I can make my own decisions.. But in the end I guess he did take advantage. Turned out he had 4 other girlfriends on the go, 2 much younger than me the other 2 seemed a lot more matured and confident and so pleased with themselves. Me well I was the awkward teenager still going through puberty. I guess anyone would fall in love with a blue eyed, soft brown hair, sexy and confident young adult. He didn't take advantage of me... I refuse to believe it... Because if anything I took advantage of him. I still loved him and 3 months after my breakup I guess it wasn't just my relationship that was broken. I was. My 3 best friends decided it was a girls night out a fun night where, I get to be as slutty as I want, as sexy as I want and most definitely as horny as I want. I know they meant well but I wasn't in the party mood, but I Needed to keep the friends I hadn't lost. " yeah sounds great" I answer trying to sound happy and excited. I chuck on the hoodie which still smelt of Jakes aftershave and tie my hair up in a bun, allowing myself minimal makeup. As I waited for lily, Craig and Paige I saw an old photo of me and Jake. I realised he was a strong 10 and well I was a 2. Of corse he would cheat on me just look at me - I stared on into the mirror, I'm just a 2 who was cheated on by a 10, I only had myself to blame. I dug through my closet until I saw an old dress, it was revealing- very revealing. It clung to my figure and for once showed off those new curves. That's one benefit of puberty, definitely. I caked myself in makeup and slowly curled my hair in the mirror. I guess I can reach a 10 with a bit of an effort.
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I didn't look 16 anymore I could of passed as those girls James Hooked up with. The older, matured girls. I looked and felt confident. When my girls arrived they knew they were getting me and themselves drunk tonight, which scared me a little but I wasn't me anymore, I wasn't Gigi goldsmith, I was more like Gigi Hadid. "Fuck yeah girls let's get wasted as fuck" I got a lot of cat whistles and male attention on the way to the bar. It excited me that so many guys were interested in the NEW me, but I had a gut feeling that that's not what I wanted at all, that id rather be at home and watching TV. I walked on into the loud and dark atmosphere ahead. There was a lot of horny looking guys there that night but that's what a nightclub Is right? This man Looked around 28 approached me after 5 rounds of vodka shots with my mates. He seemed genuine and attractive.. And I was way out of my senses. We talked a lot that night and danced quite a bit, after that he bought me a lot of alcohol - and I mean a lot. I wasn't used to getting that drunk at 16.. Though I didn't look 16 and looked more 21. My friends ditched me for their new love interests and he seemed kind and offered to walk me back to my house. My parents were on their hard earned holiday and my siblings finally took this opportunity to slip out and go do things my parents wouldn't approve of. A little like me. No one was home when Greg walked me back. " you looked absolutely sexy tonight" he whispered quietly in my ear - he kissed me softly on the cheek. He didn't seem to want to walk back to where ever he came from so I replied " Thankyou.. Urm I had good time" "It is early to be calling this a night" "Haha I am very tired" "I understand if u don't want to see me anymore" I felt bad he was nice and treated me so much better than Jake. " no of corse I do" "Soo.." "I guess u can come in if u want" "If u don't mind" "No I don't" I opened the front door and let him in. We drank a little more from my parents special stash and he played some soft music on his phone. I could hardly stand to dance yet he seemed to be sober. I flirted a lot with him.. Maybe I was too drunk? and we made out... Or did he force me? He moved more closer to me and he lifted my already so short dress. "You definitely looked a little too sexy tonight" *sex* You decide.. was this rape or did she want to have sex.
