Burn Me Up, Like A Witch, Baby Turn Me On.

I See Your Eyes In The Moon Tonight.

-CAUTION!!! A situation that is depicted involves drug use. You have been warned.-

“A party?”  I asked. I wasn’t ready for a party, I just got off work. “I’m not ready for a party.”

She scoffed. “You look fine.”

“I’ll only go if you let me change. And plus, it’s only ten, no good parties start until at least eleven,” I said, going around her and walking towards my apartment. She groaned.

“Alright Colette, go fucking change.”

I smiled and shoved my front door open, going straight back to my room. I got ready as quickly as I could in a striped knit vest top with torn black skinny jeans and black suede Mondo Creepers. My jewelry was all the same but I changed my makeup and curled my hair. I walked back out to where Cerise was waiting.

“Finally, you said you were changing not redoing your hair and makeup,” she said, annoyed. I giggled, grabbing my keys and a jacket and walking out behind her, slamming my door shut behind me. We got in her car and she drove us to her boss’s place just outside of the city limits. Lines of parked cars filled the side of the road leading to Jordan’s place, but Cerise parked right in Jordan’s driveway.

We walked into his house and were hit by the smell of alcohol, the buzz of people talking, the bumping of industrial music and marijuana smoke. I followed my sister to the drink table, which is where Jordan just happened to be.

“Hey girls,” Jordan said when he saw us. Rise and he hugged and he kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, looking around for him. I felt eyes on me but I couldn’t find him. I heard my sister laugh and I looked back. “What?”

“Looking for someone?” She asked.

I shook my head. “No,” I lied. “I’m gonna go mingle.”

I walked away from where they were in the kitchen into the living room area. Everyone was chilled and relaxed. The party was pretty laid back, not much of a ‘party’ at all. I walked through the living room, towards the stairs when I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw a familiar face, which I didn’t expect. The guy’s name was Raymond. I went to high school with him. He was kind of in the ‘bad’ group. He was a stoner kid and a strong scent of weed radiated off of him.

“Hey Ray,” I smiled. “How’ve you been?”

“Good,” he smiled back. “How about you? You look amazing.”

I blushed softly, like I did when anyone paid me a compliment. “I’ve been good.”

We stood there awkwardly for a few moments before he grinned and spoke. “You still like to party?”

He meant get high, which was his subtle way of asking if I would smoke with him. I actually used to get high with him a lot when I was in high school. He also knew how marijuana affected my body. You see, Ray definitely wasn’t the worst looking person on the face of the planet, but I just never really found myself attracted to him in a ‘more than a friend’ way. He, on the other hand, had a crush on me. One time we got high together, he put his moves on me and it led to me losing my virginity to him in an abandoned barn with five other people on the ground below.

I giggled. “I could go for that right now.”

He fully smiled and led me to a room that was dimly lit by candles. A few people sat in a circle on the floor with 70’s rock playing on someone’s phone. Ray took his spot with a bong, a huge sack of weed, a pipe and a couple types of blunt wraps. I sat next to him which made him grin in my direction.