It's been a week. A week since my parents had dropped the bomb that was marriage. Ever since I had agreed to think about it, my mother has been relentless in her attempt to get me to agree. She had even gone as far as to call April and have her try to work her guilt trips on me. It hadn't worked out like she had planned, but still.
I had been back and forth about the idea of marrying this Nathaniel guy during this long week of hell, but I was still undecided. There were valid points to each side of things and with everyone trying to sway me on to their sides made things that much more confusing. How could I ever have the dignity to say that I took life by the horns if I let my parents choose who I was going to marry, but then how would I ever say that I had lived the best life I could possibly live if I never actually did find someone that would love me like I wanted to be loved?
Now I know I said that I didn't believe in the whole true love thing but I still wanted to feel some form of love, even if it's not the love that April is always going on and on about.
I sighed and set down the book that I was reading. If there was one thing that helped me think, it was reading a good book, but even that wasn't helping with the situation at hand. Maybe I just needed to get out and go somewhere fun. It felt like these past few days had been a nightmare of being caged inside the house and never being able to get out.
Picking up my phone, I called the only person who I knew would never turn down the chance to party.
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The beat of the music vibrated through my body as I swung my hips from side to side. I didn't think that April would be up for it when I called her and told her that Justin and I were going out, but surprisingly she had jumped at the chance. I think life at home was starting to get to her just like it was for me.
The three of us only had about a month before we graduated and I knew her parents were on her ass about SAT retakes even though they wouldn't count towards getting into the college they wanted her to go to. Justin on the other hand seemed to have it the easiest out of the three of us. While I was being pressured into getting married and April was battling the war of acceptance letters, Justin was just floating lazily through life, not caring about where he was accepted to as long as he went somewhere. Oh how I envied him.
I let the music sweep me away on it's river of sound, emptying my mind of everything but the movement of my hips and the feel of the crowd pressing into me.
It wasn't before long that I felt like if I didn't get something to drink quickly then I would die, so I motioned towards the bar, informing my friends of where I was going, and maneuvered my way out of the growing mob.
Two meaty hands circled themselves around my waist just as I was about to step off the dance floor. Now, normally I wouldn't care if a guy wanted to dance with me, but I was fucking dying of thirst and this dickhead was just being plain rude with the way he had grabbed me.
I turned in his arms and gave him a menacingly, sweet smile, trailing my hands up his chest. Taking this to mean that I wanted him, he grinded his pelvis into mine and I had to choke down the bile that rose up my throat when the stench of his breath his my face and filtered up my nose.
"You're so fucking hot," he slurred in my ear, his hands wandering to places he had no right to touch.
"And you're a fucking pig," I said, watching the confusion cloud his face.
Before he had a chance to make sense of my words, I brought my knee up, hitting him in the groin. He collapsed into a heap on the floor, groaning in pain and cupping himself.
I turned to head for the bar again, but was quickly stopped by a hand on my ankle. "You bitch!" he growled, trying to pull me back.
"Didn't you get the memo, Fuck Face? I would think my knee making contact with your balls would have dropped a big hint, but in case you missed it, get the fuck away from me!"
