Sunday past in flash. I didn't do much. Just did the usual. Sleep, Read, Eat. The week past fast and it was Friday already. There's a football game tonight in school, but I usually don't go. I never knew how it felt like to go to a football game, so I decide to go to this one. I put on my high waisted pants with a muscle tee black crop top. I go into the living to tell my mom that I'm going to the football game. She'll probably will be surprised. "Mom, I'm gonna go to the football game.",I say. I was right. She was very surprised. "Really? Go and you don't have to come home early.", My mom says. "Okay.",I say and walk out the door. I walked all the way to the school and our stadium was full. It looked so claustrophobic, how can people actually like coming to these things. What can I do? I wasn't gonna walk back home. I found a seat all the way almost to the top. I sit next to Brandon Miller. He's going nuts because we are tied. I didn't know who we were versing. "Hey, Brandon. Who are we versing?",I ask loudly. "East Hills. They are really good!", he says. East Hills. Really. Last thing I need is to see Dan here, but I highly doubt it because he doesn't seem like someone who would go to a high school football game. The game is getting intense. Everyone starts shouting because North Bergen had won. The crowd was going crazy. "Hey wanna come to a party with me?", Brandon Miller asks. At first I'm not sure if he was talking to me,but he was looking at me straight in the eyes. "Me? Are you sure?", I say. "Yeah. Why not? It'll be fun.", he says. A party. With Brandon Miller. I had to go. "Okay.", I say. I follow Brandon Miller out of the stadium and he leads me to his car. As he's driving I break the silence. "Why did you invite me to this party?",I ask. "Because you don't go out much. And you pretty and smart. You deserve some fun.", he said. I ignored his answer, because he probably says that to every girl. We get to the party and it's at some girl's house. We walk in and all I smell is alcohol and cigarettes. "Hey, do you want a brownie?",Brandon asks. I think it's odd to have brownies in a party like this. I take one anyways. "Thankyou.",I say. After a few minutes I felt like I was in another world. I felt hight. I probably was. I didn't know what to do,so I sat on this couch. A random guy came and sat next to me. He started touch my legs and I don't know why but I let him. After a few seconds he started kissing my neck. "Hey! Get off her." Dan. To my rescue. He helps me stand up and we try to walk out the house. We stop for a moment though. "Who brought you here?", Dan asks. I feel dizzy. I don't really feel like talking. "Brandon Miller.",I say. We start walking again. Dan see's Brandon Miller standing at the doorway kissing some chick. I could see the frustration in Dan's face. "Dude! You gave her a brownie?",Dan says to Brandon. "Yeah. She needs to lighten up a little. Have fun.", Brandon says. Dan lets go of me hand and punches Brandon in the face. Dan takes my arm and puts it around his neck. We start walking,but I don't know where he is talking me. He opens the passenger side of his car and tells me to sit. Where are we going? I see two of every thing, so maybe I do need to sit down. He puts my seat belt on. Then he starts to drive. I sit quick, while the soft music plays. I see that we make a sudden turn into Dounkin Donuts. "Why are you buying coffee this late at night.",I ask. I get no respond. I get a feeling that Dan is very mad. Not mad at the party. Not mad at Brandon Miller. Mad at me. And I understand. Why was I so gullible. I shouldn't have listened to Brandon Miller. We go through the drive through. "Hi, can I have a medium iced coffee please?",Dan says. He gives me the iced coffee. "Drink this.",he says demanding, but I listen anyways. As he gives me a ride home, I start to feel normal again. I feel bad for Dan, but I didn't tell him to save me or defend me or whatever he did. We arrive at my house and we get out of the car and he walks me to the door. "I hope you had a fun time.",Dan says. This remark infuriates me. Why is he act like I'm his daughter. We're not even friends. "What's that suppose to me?", I ask. Dan rolls his eyes. I hope he rolls his eyes to see if he finds his brain. He shakes his head and just says,"Nothing." He walks away, gets in his car and drives away. Seriously. What was that about? I can't wait to never see him again. I get myself in bed early, because the headache hits hard. Thank God there's no school tomorrow.
