City Girl *Matt Espinosa*

Chapter 2

  "Don't throw any parties, keep the house clean, love you, bye."

  My Mom told me not to, and I did anyways. This is awesome! I have to find Emily.

   I pushed through a crowd of people and saw Emily. She had a beer in her hand, and was sitting on a guy's lap on the couch. "Hey Emily." I yelled over the music. I plumped down on the couch by her and the guy. "Hey, this is Brian!" She introduced. "From science class, remember?" He asked. No. "Oh, yeah!" I lied. He's definitely not a prep, and Emily is obviously wasted. She wouldn't be caught dead with a Non-prep if she was sober. How did he get here anyway if he's not a prep?

  "Brian and I are going to go in the bedroom." She said, throwing the empty beer can on the floor. She got up, leading Brian into my Mom's bedroom. Great.

  "Hey," Someone said sitting down by me. "It's Macy, right?".

   Jackson. Great, he's going to try to ask me out. "Yeah." I simply replied. "I'm Jackson." He said, stretching his arm out for a hand shake. "I know." I accepted his hand shake. "So, do you want a drink?" He asked. He's cute, so why not? "Sure." I said, grinning.

   He gave me his hand and pulled me off of the couch. He lead me into the kitchen, and grabbed two beers out of the ice chest. He handed me one and took a sip of his.

    I opened mine up. This is the second beer in my entire life. The first time I had a beer was when Emily and Abby made me drink one.

  I took a tiny sip of it. Its smell and taste was really strong. I heard Jackson chuckle, so I looked up at him. "It gets better, I promise." He said with a smile.

  Jackson handed me another beer. We were both toppling over in laughter about heaven knows what. "How high do airplanes fly?" He asked out of breath from laughing. "As high as we are now." I said bursting into laughter at my joke. He bursted out into laughter too. We were sitting on my bed, just talking. "Want to know what I want to do?" He asked after we finally stopped laughing. "What?" I asked looking at him. He looked back at me, then took his shirt off. He tossed it onto the floor, then looked back at me. He scooted closer to me, so he was in front of me. Were on my bed, sitting Criss-Crossed, facing each other. And reached out and grabbed the hem of my shirt, and took it off. He tossed it on the floor next to his.

    Oh my God, what's happening?

   I barely know him, we're in high school. We're just kids, we're not married. I'm not ready yet. 

    Oh well.

He pulled me onto his lap, his hands on my thighs. My legs on either side of him. He moves his hands to my waist, and leans in.

I shouldn't do this, but I want to. I'm going to do this.

   I put my hands on his neck and kiss him. He leans forward, making my back meet the mattress. He kisses me again, then removes his pants.

I'm getting a headache, should I do this? I mean, we're about to do it. I can't just back out now. I'm feeling sick to my stomach now.

  He gets back on me and starts kissing me again. He slides his hands down to my pants, and that's when I feel it coming up. I push him off of me and stumble off of the bed. I crouch down on my hands and knees and throw up.

  "Oh gross!" Jackson said covering his mouth. He suddenly jumped off the bed and pick up his clothes. "This is the last time I'm ever hooking up with you." He spat. He rushed out of my room, and slammed the door. This is the last time I'm ever going to drink alcohol.