Life of the Party

Chapter 1

"We're here!" my mom squeals as we pull up to the college I will be spending the next four years in.
We get to my dorm building and walk up what feels like 3,000 steps. We finally get to my dorm room and open the door to find someone already settled in. This girl has on a crop top and shorts that are shorter than her butt, showing half of what any guy would want to see.
"Hi!! I'm Sarah! We're roomies!!" she comes up to me and hugs me. I hug her back. She is very peppy. I already don't really like her, but if I'm going to be stuck with her, I might as well try to make friends with her.
"I'm Kayla. I guess we are roomies." I say flatly to her.
I hug my mom goodbye while she says to call her every week. She leaves, and I begin to unpack. Sarah decides to help me when I'm about halfway through. I get done and play a game on my phone.
"There is a party tonight! You, like, HALF to go! It will be so much fun! You could wear my clothes, I could do your makeup and your hair! Come on!" she half asks and half tells me. I know she is going to do it anyway, so I might as well let her.
About an hour later, we finally get done. I look in the mirror and feel nauseous at what I'm looking at. This isn't me, at least not the makeup. But I don't want to make Sarah feel bad, so I just say I love it and go with it. I'm never going to do this again anyways but considering Sarah wouldn't shut up about me going, I tell her that I will stay for an hour and then drive back.
--1 hour later--
"Holy crap, why is it so far away from campus?" I ask Sarah after the one freaking hour drive to the destination.
"I will admit, that was a really long drive. But I don't care, partying is worth it. I heard that this will be the best party of the year!" she screams. This girl is LOUD.
We walk into the mansion that the party is taking place in and see lights everywhere and hear music playing. A lot of people are drinking, smoking, or are probably in those rooms down the hall doing Lord knows what (I think we all know what they are doing in there). I sit on the couch, pull out my phone and play some games. I walk into the kitchen and grab a solo cup and fill it with some water. A guy walks up to me and decides to grab my wrist and pull me toward a room down the hall. It all happens so fast that I have no time to process what is happening before I can resist. Next thing I know I am making out with a stranger on the inside of a locked door.
I push him away after I realize what is happening.
"Woah! What are you doing?" I ask, wondering what gives him the right to do this. I put my hands on my hips and feel the denim shorts Sarah made me wear. I forgot that I wasn't in my usual yoga pants and huge t-shirt. No, I looked like a darn slut. No wonder he thought I wouldn't mind, I honestly look desperate.
"Calm down baby, you know you want me, " he says, caressing my arm as my confidence fades away. I put my hands behind me and lean against the back of the door. I kick my shoes off.
"What is your name?" I ask. He is hot, and I don't want this to be the last time I see him.
"Jaxon. What about you?" He is so sexy, I don't know what to do.
"Kayla. Shall we continue?" Never did I think I would have to ask this, especially to a guy I know nothing about. I don't care, he's hot, and I can't control myself.
He smashes his mouth onto mine and I tangle my hands into his hair. We move to the bed and his weight on top of me is very nice. He rips his shirt off as I feel his muscles in his stomach. I've never felt better.
--The Next Day--
I wake up next to Jaxon, thankful it's the weekend so I don't have classes to get to, but also angry at myself for giving myself to a guy I just met. I write my phone number on a sticky note and leave it in the table next to him and also write thank you on it. I put my shoes on, grab my phone, and leave just as quick as I came in.
An hour later I arrive at the dorm to find it empty, Sarah nowhere in sight. I assume she did the same thing as me and just hasn't woken up yet. I hope it was nice for her, but I'm going to sleep. I wish I could say I will never go to a college party again, but if it means seeing Jaxon, I will go to every party there is.