Be Mine

The Party

Chapter 11

I laid in bed for hours, not wanting to move. How could I have done such a stupid thing? How could I have ever thought that he could have possibly had feelings for me? I was a nobody. He's probably calling up Ms. Bell right now to tell her about his crazy student who kissed him.

The day turned dark as I finally coaxed myself out of bed to take a warm shower, it made me feel slightly better. I kinda wanted to stay in bed and watch Netflix to erase the rest of the night, but i also felt rebellious.

I started getting ready for the party, picking out a lacy black thong with a matching bra (my mom would freak out if she knew I had that) and put my favorite white sundress on top. I put on a little bronze glow on my skin and put mascara and a bold red lip. I felt sexy. I brushed out my hair and it fell in loose waves on my back.

I took a look in the mirror and admired myself for the first time. I loved my luscious lips and piercing eyes that stared deep into your soul, making you question yourself. I felt powerful. Mr. Wood was missing out.

I grabbed my phone and purse and went downstairs. I had decided to drink some wine from my mom's cabinet (which she thought she hid carefully) and poured myself three glasses. It was safe to say by the end of the third glass I was feeling good.

A car honked outside as I saw Sarah pull in to my driveway. I took one more swig of the bottle, looked at myself in the mirror and shouted "fuck you Brad" before heading out the door.

High school parties are strange. Music blasted inside a white picket fenced house as people shouted at each other to be heard above the loud noise. Two girls were sitting on the front porch, smoking cigarettes. I cringed slightly, imagining what my doctor mom would say.

We walked inside and found Nick, who was very drunk. "Heyyy ladies. You guys look hot as fuck!" Nick screamed. He had a glass bottle of captain Morgan, and grabbed us two red solo cups. "Ya'll ready to get lit?" He asked, laughing. I hesitated, I wasn't ready to drink hard liquor. Sarah saw my concern and whispered "hey you don't have to do this." The liquid smelled like rubbing alcohol mixed with rotting fruit.

I felt like throwing up. Suddenly I remembered the events of today and didn't care. I downed the whole cup and started to gag, the burn of alcohol and regret hitting the back of my throat. Nick patted me on the back, as if congratulating me. My stomach felt like it was on fire. He grabbed Sarah and my hand, leading us to the living room where people were dancing and grinding.

A boy that I've seen a few times at school approached Sarah and I, and started talking to Sarah about a class they both were in. He pulled her on the dance floor as she glanced over at me to make sure I was alright. I nodded quickly, as they both left.

The blaring music started to feel like a hammer pounding into my head as I felt my mind slowly start to feel fuzzy. My body started to sway to the music, as if I had no control.

A pale boy with beautiful green eyes and dark chocolate colored hair approached me. "hey what are you doing here by yourself?" He asked with a sly dimpled grin. He was very cute. "You know, just admiring this raging teenage hormonal frenzy!" I exclaimed sarcastically. He laughed, shaking his head. "This is your first party isn't it? Come here, let's take a shot." He said, before leading me to a cluttered table with a variety of liquors.

He chose something electric blue, and I was shocked that they even made alcohol that color. "Hahahah whatareyou doing?" I said, my words starting to slur. Before I knew it we were taking shots of this grossly blue liquid that tasted like alcoholic Jolly ranchers. Right after I took that shot I felt like I had to throw up.

I ran to the bathroom, shutting the door behind me as I puked in the toilet. I laid on the cool floor, the world spinning all around me. "Whatthefuckamidoing" I said loudly to myself.

Someone knocked on the door. I gathered myself and  stumbled into the cute boy I was talking to. "Hey are ok?" He asked. "Noooo I'm not fiiine. I drank wayyyyy too much" I said, giggling. Suddenly I closed the door and smashed my face into his, kissing him strongly. He pushed me up against the wall as we made out like wild animals, grabbing each other everywhere.

Suddenly he slowly started to lift my shirt up. "Wait...noo" I exclaimed, startled. He pushed me further into the wall, unzipping my pants. "Wait stop I don't want to do this" I screamed but he wouldn't listen. He started to unzip his pants and I found just the right gap to free myself and run to the door.

Everything was moving so fast as my blurry eyes tried to find Sarah, but she was nowhere to be found. I pushed through the swarm of tight bodies, wanting to get out of this hell.

I ran outside, my anxiety kicking in as I started to breathe quickly. I counted backwards from 20 and my breath slowed down as I reached 1. I was scared and vulnerable and had no ride back home.

I couldn't call my mom because I was too scared of what she would say. I couldn't call Clara because she was out of town for the weekend.

I was so drunk and so out of it that I only thought of one person to call..Mr. Wood.

I had his number from the p.e contact list my gym teacher had given us and had stored it into my phone...even though I never thought I would call him.

With trembling hands I dialed his phone, holding my breath as he picked up on the third ring. "Hello?" He said, sleepily. I checked the time, it was 1 a.m. "Mr. Wood it's me Krista." I said, my heart beating so fast. "Oh my god Krista, are you ok? What's going on?" He asked alarmingly. "I went to this party and I'm drunk and this boy tried to do things and I just need someone to come and take me home." I sobbed, my words tumbling out in a rush. "I'm so stupid I'm stupid I'm-" he quickly cut me off. "Krista tell me where exactly you are and I'm going to come and pick you up." He said firmly.

I mumbled the address and he told me that he would be there in ten minutes. "Don't move and please stay in the front yard. Don't go back into the house." He said in a rush, before hanging up the phone.

I laid on the damp grass for what seemed like an eternity until a golden light of a car came from a distance. Mr. Wood ran towards me, his face looking like a sculpted Greek god, his hair tousled slightly from sleeping. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a white cotton t-shirt that outlined his abs. "How can he still look so fucking attractive even after just waking up?" I thought to myself.

He gently pulled me up from the grass, helping me walk towards his car. "You're going to be ok Krista." He said reassuringly. "You're safe now."

As he led me inside his car the crazy boy came running out. "Hey man where the fuck are you taking her?" He shouted to Mr. Wood. My body started to tense. "brad this is the guy that tried to force me-" I said hysterically.

Without any warning Mr. Wood marched towards the guy planting a strong punch in his face. Blood started spilling out of the boy's nose and I ran to restrain him. "No! It's ok it's fine let him go" I yelled, desperately prying him off of the guy.

I pulled him towards his car as the guy  ran back into the house. We sat in the car for a moment without saying a word.

"He hurt you. He deserved that punch." He whispered softly. "It's ok, I'm alright. I just want to go home." I said, my head still throbbing from the alcohol.

Ten seconds later everything went dark as I passed out.

—End Of Chapter