2 Guys, 1 Choice (BWWM) #Wattys2018 (Completed)

Chapter 2:The party

When I got home from school I immediately started straight for my bedroom, dropping my backpack off by the bedroom door and then promptly collapsing into my bed. My phone started going off and I saw that  Maria was FaceTiming me.

"Hey, are you going to the party tonight?" She asked. I thought about it for a minute, I really wanted to go to the party but I knew my parents wouldn't be okay with it "I want to but...", She cut me off before I could finish my sentence "girl, you have to go. It is the first party you've been invited to this year and it would be so rude for you to say no, you'll be willingly destroying your social life from the start." 

"Yeah, but if I go then my parents will find out and then ground me for the rest of my whole entire life!" I say dramatically. "Calm down, I've got an idea, and I guarantee you won't get caught." Maria says deviously, telling me her plan. "That might work, I just have to ask my mom, so there's a fifty fifty chance". Just then I heard a knock on my door, it was my mom. She opened the door and and walked into my room.

"Hey Maria, I gotta go. Talk later. Bye" I said, ending the call before she could even reply. "How was your first day?"  My mom asked, sitting down on the bed next to me. " It was good, the people there are nice." My mom smiles really big, "I'm glad to hear that, baby. It's really good, you trying to do new things and all that," she says. We sit there quietly for a minute, and I build up the nerve to set me and Maria's plan into motion.
"Hey mom, can I spend the night at Maria's house?" I ask nervously. She thinks about it for a minute, "I think that will be alright, as long as you don't stay up too late, and you make it to school on time tomorrow."

I smile, feeling a little guilty for decieving my mom, but also feeling excited to go to this party and have some fun. "Thank you Mom, I love you." I say, giving her a hug. "I love you too, sweetheart.  gonna go to bed now. I'm exhausted" she says, getting up and making her way to the door. "Goodnight, mom" I say  "Goodnight" she replies, leaving the room, and closing the door behind her. I jump up from my bed, shove some clothing into my backpack, grab my keys, and set off to Maria's.

Later we ended up going to Maria's older sister's apartment because it was not only closer to Brandon's house, but we needed somewhere to get ready without getting busted either of our parents, and her sister is pretty cool with us doing whatever.

"Are you really wearing that to the party?" Maria asks, Pointing to the dresss I was holding. It was a black dress with flowers on it. "Yeah, What's wrong with it?" I asked her, confused. Just then maria's sister walked into the room. She looked at my dress and shook her head in disapproval
"Let's find you something else to wear," She said, and began rummaging through her closet.

Maria's sister handed me a black crop top and a red skirt that looked like it would to to maybe my mid thigh. I guess I was lucky that Maria's sister wore the same size clothing as me. I put on the clothing and some killer heels. "Damn girl, you look so good" Maria said. And looking in the mirror, I dad to admit that I agreed. I looked good. "I like it, but it is showing a lot of stomach," I said, Pulling my top down to try to cover my stomach a little more. Her sister went back into her closet and came out with a black leather jacket, and handed it to me. I put it on, and it did help to cover a bit more.

Maria put on an orange crop top and black skirt. Between jamming to some music and getting ready, we took nearly three hours. And when we finally done, it was already time to head to the party.

Maria's sister offered to drive us to Brandon's house, and we got into her car. before we got to the party we realized  we needed to stop by a liqueur store and picked a bottle of vodka and a bottle of jack, so we begged her sister to buy it for us. She only agreed to do it because we had our own money.

The closer we got to his house the more nervous I got, I felt sick to my stomach.
As we pulled up I noticed the party was filled with people. Probably hundreds.
"We don't have to go, it's already packed and I doubt anyone, especially brandon, would notice if we didn't show." I said, trying to convince Maria that this was not a good idea. "Come on Mo, it'll be fun." Maria said, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the car and to the front door. As we entered the house and sat out bottles on the table, off to the side, all I could hear was loud music and people talking and laughing.

I was still nervous so I told Maria I was going to get something to drink. I walked past people and went into the kitchen and headed over to a glass bowl with a red punch in it and red solo cups.
I poured some in a cup and took a sip, I made a face at the nasty taste, it tasted like vodka with red dye in it.

"Damn you look good," A guy said as he walked up to me. he had short brown hair, and was wearing a red varsity jacket.
Surprisingly, we started talking a bit and it was going pretty well. "You know, I haven't ever been with a black girl before." He said, out of the blue. I rolled my eyes hard, any interest that I may have had before had disappeared.

I pulled out my phone and pretended to have gotten a text from a friend. "oh I got to go, my friend  is waiting for me." I said.
"Well, I can handle two girls at once, I'm sure." he said, and winked at me. I tried hard not to cringe, and felt sick to my stomach.

"Hey, there you are." Someone said, and tapped in my shoulder. I turned around and saw that it was Brandon standing behind me. "Yeah, I just got here not too long ago," I said, playing along. Luckily the guy knew when to take a hint and left us alone. "Thanks", I said greatfully. " no problem, he said. I got a better look at him, and he looked pretty good. He was wearing a plain black shirt and some jeans. "You look nice," he said. "You do too." I said, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "Hey, wanna go hang out in there? Some of my friends are in there" he said, pointing toward the living room. "Yeah, sure" I said, and we went in there and sat down by this girl who was absolutely hammered. "Having fun?" He asked me, glancing at me quickly, almost like he was nervous. "Yeah, it's pretty cool" I say, awkwardly. That's when drunk chick throws up her guts all over my skirt. "Shit!" I yell, surprised and jump up away from her to avoid more puke getting in me.

"Damn, come on. Let's go get you cleaned off in the bathroom." Brandon says, leading me to a bathroom in a room that appeared to be his bedroom. I go in and shut the door behind me. After a mild mental break down and a lot of scrubbing I finally exit the bathroom, a little bit cleaner but still smelling like alcohol and puke. "You alright?" Brandon asks me. "I'm fine," I say.
"You sure?" He asks me, looking concerned. "Yeah" I say, sitting down in the bed next to where he was already sitting. after a few moments of silence and staring off into space, I looked up at him and saw that he was staring at my face. Our eyes connected, he leaned in slowly, and kissed me. I pulled back after a few seconds and began to feel nervous. He loooked at me, and had this weird look on his face. "I guess I read that wrong," he said, laughing nervously.

I looked at him and smiled. "No, I don't think you did." And I leaned in and kissed him again.