binded

grace ; contract with the devil

I arrive at school the next morning with an uncomfortable feeling. I didn't just hold Zane's hand last night, I kissed him. I made out with him! Everything that I did last night was completely against whatever my impulses would command that I do. Zane was my second kiss, my first being a boy from a middle school game of spin the bottle (I couldn't just say no! I didn't want to be that person at my first real party).

Once I reach my locker and begin sifting through my belongings to bring to my first period class, I hear familiar footsteps. They're not Zane, but it's Juliet. I don't dare to look behind me as I pull out my pen bag and notebook for AP Physics.

"Gracie..." she says, her voice soft as I tune her out, "Grace...Gracelyn."

I whip my head around, my curly hair falling onto my shoulders, "What? What the hell could you possibly want?"

"I just wanted to try it...nothing bad happened." Juliet insists, "I'm sorry Grace...I smoked weed with Ava and Axel...and I regret it if that means we can't be friends."

"Julie..." I shake my head, "Come talk to me after school, I just have a lot on my mind right now."

Juliet surprisingly nods and turns around, "Meet me here after eighth period...I'm really sorry-"

"It's fine." I groan, turning around as the bell chimes, "I just don't want to talk about it right now."

When I get into physics, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pray to whatever god there is that it isn't Juliet. I already know that I am going to forgive her, but I don't want to just yet. She needs to feel on edge throughout the day. However, I'm shocked to see that it isn't Juliet or Penelope. It's Zane.

<< ZANE >>

We got invited to a party tonight. Starts at 7. Wanna go?

A party? Like a real party. Not the prissy middle school party where some boy kissed me and cut my lip with his braces. A night with drinking and dancing and maybe even drugs. I am initially unsure of if I want to fully sign off to the devil and sneak out to go to some sleazy high school party. However, it's my senior year and I've been working so hard for my entire high school career. I deserve a night to have fun. That's why I open up the message and type up a reply.

<< GRACE >>

Sounds fun, I'll definitely be there. Text me the address and I'll be there

I can't believe that I agreed to go to a party, especially with Zane! Despite what happened last night, I still feel partially awkward around him and I need to convince myself that what I am doing isn't a terrible idea. Penelope did tell me that the key to know if I can trust Zane is by spending time with him.

She never specified that I couldn't spend time with him while drunk.