tainted

She was infatuated.

"Why do you like him so much?" Her friends would ask her

"His hair, his eyes, and just ugh," was her response. The girls would laugh at her crush.

Mika isn't extraordinarily gorgeous but she is pretty. She isn't extremely smart but she gets good grades. She isn't extremely rich but she's not poor. Mika's average.

That's why none of her friends, or Mika, thought Jacksonville High School's infamous bad boy would be into her. Yet he was.  Mika wanted love but Carter just wanted to fūck.

Mika lost her hope for love at a high school party. How cliché, right? Anyway, it was at the end of junior year and prom was almost there, and by now Mika and Carter had been talking for a while. Mika was sure that Carter was going to ask her. So, when he called one evening to ask her to come to his party she just had to go.

"How can I not, Jaz? He could ask me; I know he's going to ask me. Who else would he go with? We've been talking since forever," was her protest to her friends trying to get her to stay. They fought and fought to keep her from going, they knew what he wanted, but she just didn't want to admit it to herself. Mika knows now that's what he wanted, what any guys wants.

After kicking her friends out, Mika put on her tightest dress and tallest heels and headed to the party. When she arrived the party was in full swing. People and cups littered the law and a few light-weights were already puking in the shrubs.

Mika walked, clumsily, to Carters house. People were flowing in and out, so she had to push her way into the booming house. With some remixed song playing, people were dancing practically everywhere others were leaning on the wall or siting wherever was available talking. She made her way to the kitchen in her search for Carter.

He was there. He was leaving against the counter, his dark hair lazily done and a large smirk rested on his face. He was in all black except for his red flannel.

When his blue eyes found her he stood up and walked toward her. "Hey there, sexy," he winked at her. His hands were resting on her waist as he checked her out. Mika blushed and played with her long, brown hair. His hands moved to her āss, and she should have known then and there that all her wanted to do was fūck. But she overlooked it.

The night went on, she had actually drank a bit and Carter kept making moves on her. Mika blames the alcohol for her mistake that night but she wasn't very drunk, just 'in love'.

Carter finally convinced her to go back to his room. "It'll be quieter," Carter argued.
"Fine."

The pair weaved their was through the crowd toward his room. It wasn't much quieter. Mika sat on his bed as they talked. His room was a normal room: clothes on the floor, sheets a mess, a few posters of half-naked women. Normal guy stuff.

Mika played with a lose string on his dark blue blanket as they talked. By now it was two and she was gonna head out soon but as we know Carter had different plans for the night.

Just as she was about to leave, hand on the door knob about to twist, he made his move. He spun her and pushed their bodies against the door and kissed her. His hands above her head, hers against his chest, bodies flush against each other. The make out got heated quick and turned to the bed.

Clothes came off quick and easy as they continued and before she knew it she was losing her virginity. At 16, at a high school party, with Carter.

Just as it begun, it ended before her brain could catch up. And then, he kicked her out. She was in tears before she even got to her car. She thought they would at least cuddle or something.

She was infatuated, but to him she was just about notch on his belt.