Metanoia

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We all have least one thing that makes them happy. Something that could just light up your eyes up, and give you a giddy feeling inside.

Cupcakes, for me, is that one thing that could do that to me.

But unfortunately, partying is that one thing that made Talia happy.

"Please come to the party with me. It'll be fun." She gave me her puppy dog eyes. The ones that she knew I couldn't resist.

That cunning bitch.

"Fine." I grunted, "But you're driving."

"Yay! I love you! Trust me, we're going to have so much fun!" Talia squealed happily. "But first," Her eyes glinted evily, as she held up a hair straightener, "I'm going to give you a makeover.'

After what seemed like a lifetime, Talia was finally done. I lifted my head, to look in the mirror. I honestly wished I could tell you that I looked like a whole different person - like they do in chickflicks.

But as I glanced into the mirror, I could say that this was not the case. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that Talia's makeuping skills weren't good, it's just that makeup could only do so much.

But I guess I looked...great.

My eyes slightly poped out more, due to the eyeliner, and eyeshadow, and my eyelashes were longer - courtesy of the mascara. My cheekbones stood out more than usual, and my hair was tied into a messy braid. I wore a short black lace dress I had bought in the summer, and a faux silver necklace around my neck.

"So, do you like it?" Tali questioned impatiently, looking genuinely excited for my answer.

"Yes! Thank you, I look amazing!" I beamed.

"Good, you better. Now let's go to this party." She ushered, dragging me to her car.

Oh no.

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As we got out of Talia's pink beetle at the party, I could immediately smell the strong scent of whiskey, and see red alchol cups littered across the floor everywhere.

The music was blaring so loudly I felt like my eardrums would go deaf any moment now. Seriously.

Not exactly my scene.

Some - no, most - of the people were already wasted and dancing / grinding on the dance floor.

Ew.

I turned around to find Talia gone. Great.

She drags me here and leaves me? Talk about being such an amazing friend.

Yay me!

I walked towards mini bar.

"A shot of Vodka please." I said to the cute guy serving behind the counter. He looked about my age - 17 perhaps - and had curly light brown hair so soft, I was tempted to ask what type of shampoo he used.

He nodded without asking my age, which I thanked god for.

A few seconds later, he came back from the fridge, pouring the alcohol in the small glass cup.

I reached out to grab it, but he held it back. "For your number?"

I rolled my eyes the tips of my lips slightly tugging up.

"Pen?"

He gave me a tissue and a pen, while I wrote my number down.

Hey! I needed my drink, and plus, he was pretty cute.

I took the Vodka, downing the shot in one gulp, feeling the strong cold bitter drink burning as it passed down my throat.

"Another one?" I asked the guy again, gazing into his brown eyes. I might as well just have fun, seeing I already came to this party.

"Sure." Once again he went to the fridge, and poured a shot.

I sat on the stool by the counter, as he handed me the drink.

"So, do you mind telling me your name?"

It won't hurt, right?

I giggled, he seemed funny. I think the drink was already taking an effect on me. I normally didn't get drunk this easily?

"I'm Alyssa. What's yours?" I said, twirling my hair, giggling once again, feeling strangely bold.

"I'll trade my name for a kiss?" He flirted, winking - which to me, looked more like an eye twich. His eye twitch / wink annoyed the hell out of me, and somehow, I was brough back to my senses.

"No, I'm good, thanks." I said, stumbling away, but not before downing the second shot.

"You sure?" He ran, catching up to me. And there was it again - he fucking winked at me again. I felt like digging his eyeballs and cutting out his eyelids right now.

Hey, I'm a disturbed person.

"Yes, I'm sure." I repeated, rolling my eyes.

I felt his weed-drenched breath on my neck. "C'mon, you know you want it."

"No, means no." I snapped, annoyed. When I saw that he still hadn't moved yet, I added, "I'm a black belt."

I've always wanted to do that. Truth be told, I didn't even know the first thing about martial arts.

He immediately backed away. As far as he knows, I'm a black belt.

I grinned to myself, walking to the dance floor, swaying slightly.

And that's when I saw it. My smile dropped.