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"Drunk boys aren't the same as sober boys"
The overrated house music could be heard from the end of the street. Luka only lived a few blocks away so we chose to walk. It was 6:28, and it was April, the sun was still setting meaning we could vaguely see where we were stepping.
I knew as soon as I slipped my foot into those heels I'd regret them but that didn't stop me, nothing was going to stop me, not even the constant flow of animosity from Luka and Philo.
"I told you that you'd regret wearing stilts" Philo's obvious annoyance with my constant stumbles seeped through his tone as he spoke.
"You'd wear heels too if you were a fucking midget" Luka, the taller of the two boys, smiled ever so sarcastically back at Philo and I.
His smile faded when he noticed my tight grip around Philo's arm.
"You can't even stand in them, take them off." Luka's scuffed his beat-up Adidas shoes on the concrete as he waited for us to catch up.
"And walk barefoot, yeah, I reckon" I tugged at a strand of his long curly hair, Philo chuckled at us.
"Ah young love" The shorter boy moved his arm from its tight grasp in my hand, I lost my balance and stumbled forward a little bit.
"Asshole" I mumbled, leaning down, unbuckling my heels and unwillingly taking them off, "I haven't even got to the party and the shoes are already off"
"Surely put them back on when we get there though." Luka's face scrunched up in slight disgust.
"We'll see." The three of us begun walking again after my comment, the house now only three doors away and the music louder than ever.
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It only took an hour before I was sick of the party.
I'd never really been a party goer, I only attended this one because Philo and Luka promised to stay by my side. Within five minutes that promise was broken.
I sat on a countertop in the kitchen and watched as a herd of underage children poured cup after cup of alcohol. I didn't understand the fascination with alcohol, but Luka loved it. In fact, he was one of the most frequent visitors to the kitchen, he'd shoot me a drunk smile then scurry back into the core of the party.
"Not your night?" A hand rested on my thigh.
Noah.
"Never really is when I'm stuck at a party" Nervous, I chuckled a response.
"Want some company?" Noah hoisted himself onto the countertop next to me, keeping a hand on my bare thigh.
"Doesn't look like I have a choice" I sighed. "Where are your two boys at? Not glued to you like usual."
Noah struggled to keep a conversation flowing with me for half an hour before he realised that wasn't the way he'd get what he wanted.
Slowly he moved his hand up my thigh, so slowly that I didn't even notice at first, until he began pushing my skirt up.
I shot him a look of warning, he ignored it.
"What are you doing?" I breathed.
"Nothing"
"Can you please stop?" I gripped the hem of my skirt tightly, trying to pull it back down, Noah's hand refused to move.
"I'm not doing anything" Noah brought his face to the crook of my neck, connecting his lips to my skin.
Philo walked into the kitchen with an empty cup in hand. This was the first time I'd seen him all night and as soon as he saw me he knew I wasn't comfortable.
"Noah?" Philo placed his empty plastic cup on the table and walked towards the two of us.
"Philo." Noah's voice breathy in annoyance.
"Get off her" Philo shrugged, he isn't a very tall boy, only about 5'7, but he has always had a sense of authority, ever since we were children. "Leave us alone" Noah shot an innocent smile in Philo's direction and that was enough for Philo, he extended his arm in my direction and grabbed my hand pulling me off the counter
"She doesn't want to do anything with you asshole, stop trying."
"You're such a fucking cock block" Noah slurred, taking a sip from a half empty beer bottle.
"Sucks to be him then hey?" Luka towered over most people in our grade, especially Noah.
Noah hadn't grown since year eight, Luka was 6'1.
"Aren't you lucky to have two fucking top ass blokes to stop you from doing anything enjoyable at parties?" Noah looked at me, I avoided eye contact.
"We're leaving" Luka knocked into Noah's shoulder as he walked past.
"Don't fucking expect another invite assholes" Noah called after us, the narrowly missed fight sobered up all three boys.
"Why can't you just say no?" Philo asked, he wrapped an arm around my shoulder as we begun the walk back to Luka's.
"I did" I spent the walk back convincing the boys that I had asked Noah to stop, they found it difficult to believe me. I don't know why, maybe it's because I was never one to speak my mind, or maybe because they'd always thought of Noah as the gracious type, the type to stop when asked to. But drunk boys aren't the same as sober boys.
