Introverts, Extroverts and everyone in between

Part 1...

So, you want to know my story, do you? well it's not much of a story, but more like an episode that I wish I could erase from my memory...forever, so let me just give you a head start. The information that I’m about to disclose is highly provocative and may subject to in-disciplinary, unaccredited behavior and language. Having the likeliness of being completely and utterly screwed up. and I don't mean the sort where a group of friends on a night out doing crazy things, I mean a group of friends on a night out doing crazy things! Having said that, I assure you that even though this might sound diplomatic but trust me this isn't as bad as it looks...I think.

*CRASH* "oomph!

Oh hey, who put those stairs there? Someone could get seriously injured. Random guy takes a short pause and let’s out a mouthful of air. I think I just got laid man. Random dude slurs and staggers towards a nearby sofa. I think her name was Ashley? or wait...*burps* Jessica. Wait till I tell the gang". Random dude laughs and vomits simultaneously.

I cringed at the sight of his uncultured demeanor. Okay, not the worst thing that's happened the entire night but still disgusting. Come on people this isn't high school anymore! And who says, ‘the gang’, where is this guy from? the 1970's? I heaved a sigh of annoyance. Anyway, this is definitely not how this story is supposed to go.

(4 hours earlier)

I slipped into my fluffy honey colored bed room slippers and made my self comfortable under the, ‘little mermaid’ themed blanket. It was 9pm and while I adjusted to my surroundings, familiar thoughts of pretty little liars clouded my brain, distracting me from focusing on the actual task at hand. A cup of fresh, hot cocoa was on my bed side table waiting to be slurped into heavenly oblivion. I straightened myself and reached for the moisturizer. Before I took a large swig of my swiss delicacy, I cracked a few knuckles and prepared to begin writing the research paper that was thirty percent of my final grade. And…which was due last night. Okay, maybe I wasn’t apt for meeting the deadline and this was not my finest moment, or finest week, or finest month. But that’s besides the point. Instead of going out on a cascade of regrettable decisions, I made the choice of seeing to my responsibilities. I was a mature adult who knew better than to engage in frivolous activities because, honestly, I was too damn lazy to make plans on a Saturday night. This was a day in the life of an introvert and there was more to…

I didn’t get the chance to finish the rhetorical conversation with my brain because I was inelegantly interrupted by none other than Brennan Lowe. If anyone should know anything about this woman, they should know that they either want to know her or they don’t. Or, they wish they never knew her, or just parts of her or if they did know her they’d want to suck up to her sweet, smooth and perfectly toned ass. You see, Brennan was the kind of girl all the guys wanted or bitched about, and the girls, well they bitched about her either way. Brennan wasn’t your typical mean girl, oh no, she was mean alright. She had the attitude and charisma of a pit bull and a Victoria’s secret model and had the body of one too. She just had her own way and didn’t prefer the concept of roaming in a pack. She had the appearance of an Egyptian queen with her sun-kissed skin that had the polished surface of a porcelain doll. Her narrow grey eyes, perfectly arched eyebrows and puffed up, baby pink lips could make any man or woman melt at her feet. And she knew it.

“Shut the fuck up!” The door barged open with a dolled-up Brennan in a low cut, black pencil dress standing right in the middle. A hand on her hip and a look that made me shiver under the heat of my blanket, she waited for me to explain myself.

Explain what exactly! Well, I was just about to find out.

I winced.” Hello to you to too Bren.”

“What the fuck are you doing in your pajamas on a Saturday night. I thought I already told you like ten hours ago that there’s a party. Give me a good reason why aren’t you looking like a runway model at this very moment”. Brennan fumed.

For a few seconds I was silent and then I spoke, with a careful choice of words.” Oh right. Well, um…I don’t want to go?” I asked as if I had an option.