Teach me (re-written)

~CHAPTER ONE~

Blessing y'all with his sexy ass, this is how I imagine our loverboy

CHAPTER ONE

I don't know what it was that convinced me to somewhat willingly go to the club. Perhaps it was my inability to put my foot down as I was utterly terrified of standing up to someone, whether it was my friends that shamelessly walked over my if given the opportunity or telling the waiter that I was, in fact, allergic to peanuts and that me eating them would result in me being rushed into hospital.

I wasn't shy, at least I told myself that. It was completely apparent to me that this was a lie that I told myself regularly every day. We all tell ourselves lies, how small that they might be, every single day. I'm going to the gym today, I'm just going to eat one more chips... Small lies that slowly shape every single aspect of our lives, slowly but surely.

I'm not shy, I'm enjoying the party in my head, a small smile formed on my lips as I remembered the lame quote that I had seen on the internet. The only party that was inside of my head was thinking and questioning every decision that I ever made.

But despite how much I wished that it wasn't true, the truth was that I was in a club after being convinced to tag along with my friends. All around me was drunk people, some just a bit tipsy and others drunk enough to be needing a morning after pill tomorrow. Everywhere I looked there were lights flashing everywhere in different colors while the rest of the clubs lightning was pretty much inconsistent. The air reeked of a mixture of alcohol and sweat, a mixture that made my nose scrunched up in disgust almost constantly.

Why do I do this to myself?

"Come on Samantha, take a shot with us" Michelle stated in a demanding tone. Her blond hair was curled in perfect loose curl, she was pretty, with or without makeup, that I did not doubt. Out of all my friends, she was the one that I liked the most. Michelle was a nice girl, she just turned into a bitch occasionally to fit in with the rest.

Samantha... I had always had a problem with my name. It wasn't that I didn't think it was pretty, it was just that it was too girly. And because of this, I had gone through my entire life introducing myself as Sam, just Sam, without much questioning from other people. Until college, all of a sudden I was Samantha again because my friends had decided that Sam made me sound like a boy. And guys didn't like girls with a guy name.

I smiled politely at her before shaking my head "No thank you Michelle" She nodded and smiled politely before her expression turned flat as a figure appeared behind her.

"Come on Samantha, don't be such a pussy. God, you're always like this, why would we even bother inviting you if all you do is ruin everything".

Lily... The Queen B, the prom queen, miss perfect, and a complete and total idiot. It always fascinated me how much these girls did everything in their power to impress guys. Of course, this was not something new too, it was the same in high school. but these girls took it to a whole other level.

I looked down the floor while wishing with every fiber in my body that I was somewhere else, anywhere else. The skin tight dress that I was wearing stuck to my body as a second layer of skin, and together with my dolled up hair and high heels I could definitively pass as a typical college girl that enjoyed going out and getting drunk.

Don't be such a pussy Lilys voice echoed in my head. This was better than being alone and friendless, and I didn't want that. I wanted to be one of them.

Without a second thought, I grabbed the filled shot glass that Michelle had brought for me and swallowed the strong liquid in one go. I then let out a half scream half yell and pressed my lips against Michelle's, something that I had seen them all do numerous times; because guys thought that it was hot.