Forbidden Fantasies

Chapter 3

I stare in awe at my unrecognizable house. Red Solo cups trash the yard, along with colorful types of streamers and pizza boxes. A couple leans against the basketball goal as they suck each others faces. A group of drunken girls stumble across lawn.

"I can't believe this. " I finally speak.

"Yeah, everyone knows they are too young for this party, if any party at all. " Nicole refers to the girls.

"No not that, this whole thing. The party! "

"What now? Where are we gonna go at 12:30 in the morning? " she asks

"No where. It's almost 1 o'clock so everyone will be leaving soon. " I hope.

We exit the car and begin walking up the path to my front door.

"Okay, when we get in, rush to my room. Don't stop for anything. " I order my soldier.

"Yes Ma'am," she giggles. We enter the mad house and we keep walking, picking up our pace when I see Michael. I start to climb the first stair when a tall figure blocks my pathway.

"Nice of you to join us. " he chuckles.

"I'm not joining this fiasco, we're just going up to my room. " I attempt to step past him but he mirrors my movement.

"Why? Your the main event tonight! "

"What do you m-" I am cut off when something hits my head and flows down my body. I'm covered in blue paint. No words can express how I feel at this moment. Everyone is staring at, some with sympathy and others try not to laugh. Michael bursts out in laughter before others do.

"What the FUCK did you just do? Not only are you throwing a huge rager in my parents home, but you decide to make me a laughing stock and ruin my mother's carpet in the process? " Tears fill my eyes and I can feel my cheeks flaming under the paint.

"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, dollface. " He smirks

"You are disgusting. Clean this shit up, EVERYONE OUT OF MY HOUSE! " I wipe some paint off of my face to clear my vision as I stomp up the stairs. I can hear Nicole rushing up by my side when I stop in front of my bedroom door.

"That was so amazing, what you did! " She exclaims, proud I stood up for myself.

"Can you just help me clean this off? " I open my door but I don't budge when I see what's happening on my bed.

"What in the hell are you doing in my room? On my bed? I will not have a fucking chlamydia circus on my sheets! " the couple scurries out of my room. I rush over and snatch my sheets off my bed.

"Could this night get any worse?" I grab cloths my dresser and rush to the bathroom. After I turn the shower on, I sit under the water, bathing in my own embarrassment. Taking the sponge, I scrub my arms and legs until the hint of blue is no longer in sight. I turn off the water and suddenly receive cold chills, goosebumps rising upon my skin. My hand searches for the towel that hangs over the shower rod but the only thing I find is the shower curtain. Opening the shower, I look for a towel on the floor, but find feet instead. My eyes travel up the legs of a boy. He stands in front of the toilet and doesn't seem much affected my presence. What is with these drunk kids?

"What are you doing? " I ask.

"Pee- wow. " He stares at my naked, exposed body. The thought of covering myself had slipped until now as I wrap the curtain around myself.

"Get out! " I say impatiently and he stumbles out of the door. I find a towel under the sink, dry myself, and get dressed quickly before I am exposed more than in the past two hours.

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I stare at the TV screen in attempt to forget about the thunderous music banging from downstairs. The clock says 2:15 am, and the party hasn't even slowed down. Nicole is sound asleep and she snores softly. How can she sleep with this loud music on?

My eyes search for Michael in the crowded living room. He sits on the couch with a girl in his lap and their mouths connected. I push through the various dancing bodies to get to him.

"Michael, " I say, rolling my eyes when he doesn't budge, "Michael! ". He looks up at me and pulls the girl away from him.

"What? Can't you see I'm busy here? "

"Yeah, well I asked for the party to be over an hour and fifteen minutes ago. I can't sleep. Now, end the party or I'll kick you out and tell my parents about the party. "

"Fine, why are you so depressing?" he pushes the girl off of his lap. Walking over to the speaker system, he turns the music off. "Party over. Get out." I watch as the room clears in five minutes.

"Thank you. And clean this up, will you? " A satisfied smirk dances on my lips. I walk back to bed feeling powerful, as if I'm the queen and Michael is a poor peasant. I turn back around before walking up the steps to finish what I started. "Oh and good night.... dollface. " I walk into my room and shut the door, shuting myself off from the world for the next nine hours. When I shut myself off, I control what happens, whether I'm dreaming, or just thinking. That's why I'd rather gave a small group of friends and stay in during the night. Less trouble, less problems. 

I don't know where this day has gone. It seems like forever ago my parents were leaving for their trip, leaving me with the devil's advocate. I fall asleep hoping tomorrow brings a better outcome.