Kissing Her

18: The worst party. Ever

OMG. This is Megan Gold's house. How didn't I see that before!?

Now, that I've realised this, it feels like I see Megan everywhere, all the time chatting with some new people. She must be more popular than I could ever imagine. 

How did I end up in this situation? Why did I fall in love with exactly her? It could have been Wendy or Lillian- or even Jack for that matter....Or I could have been loyal to my former true friend, I think and mentaly slap my self in the head, when I spot Denise. She is talking to some "Kitten In A Cab"-guy that I don't know.

Megan's wearing a really curvy red dress and matches it with the same popping red color on her lips. The dress makes her hour glass figure stand out even more and the thight fabric gently squeeze her boobs and make them look slightly bigger than they actualy are. The dress fits her perfectly and is not excessive at all.

Don't even speak about how she makes me feel. 

I decide to do the unthinkable: try speaking with Megan once again. The problem is only that I need her alone. Her friends don't need to see us. Then life would be over for me.

*****

As soon as she's not dancing or talking to someone or cooling her feet off in the pool (where there are lots of people who could see us), I take the chance and walk up to her when I see her filling up her punch glass. I can for sure say that the punch contains alcohol -which I don't usually drink, but for this time I'll pretend I do.

I pretend that I'm just casually getting some more punch, when Megan notices me. Fine, then I didn't have to make the first step myself. I would only end up stumbling between the words and make a complete mess out of it all.

"What do you think you are doing here? I didn't invite you" is the first thing she says. Her voice have a sense of disgust in it. I bet you "didn't invite" half of these people, but I guess it's just me there's something wrong with, I think. "and I think I made it very clear that I don't wanna see you anymore last time we met." She adds when I don't answer. "I didn't know it was you who threw the party, I only heard about it yesterday" I finally say, as convincing as I can. "Don't you remember my house? It was where you said-" she quickly trails off, but the following words is stuck in the air.

Of course, I remeber when I told her I was thinking about Denise, and she kikcked me out. How couldn't I?

"just go, okay? I don't want you here" Megan says instead. However, I'm not planning on giving up this quick. " Please can't you give me a second chance? I promise, we could be nothing more than friends and no one at school needs to know, kay? I'm so sorry for what I did. You have to forgive me." Silence. "I only want to know the real you" I add.

Megan just looks at me with a face expression I can't read. But then she breaks the moment by looking harsly at the table, just as if she wants break it with her own eyes. Then she leaves me alone at the punch table, again pretending that she has nothing to do with me.

I drink, even though I'm not supposed to. But I wasn't supposed to kiss Megan either. Or ditche Denise. What I am supposed too clearly doesn't count anymore.

****

I drink.

I drink. A lot.

And the worst part: I don't care a bit if I get drunk.

****

As I fill up what must be the hundredth cup of whatever this stuff is, I can feel the sight getting blurry and my body getting out of my controll. As I drink more and more the music gets louder and I feel dizzy. All I see before me is Megan in that stupidly pretty dress, partying around. She can party as much as she wants. It's all part of her prescious ? rumor that she needs to defend. Which is why she ditched me.

She doesn't know how it is to be left by someone. All she knows is how to leave someone because she does it every day. The boys she don't wanna date, the friends she can't have because they don't fit in the frame that's surrounding her image.

As I feel the anger building up inside me, I drink more and more. At some point I have the feeling of kissing someone. The only thing I remember is how good it felt and how much I long for a girlfriend.

The rest is blurry.

*****

A/N

Hii!!

I know I haven't been active on this book, but it's all a part of my need-to-take-my-time-thing. As I see more and more people adding this book to their reading lists I feel like they deserve these chapters to look forward to. And that they don't find this book suddelny ending in the middle of the drama.

And to you who read the last part and wanted more: here you go!!

Have pacience with me,

Xoxo

Me