Saturday, December 15, 2012
5:00 p.m.
My dad decided to drop me off infront of Gracie's house and give me a LONG lecture on pre-marital sex. I huffed and puffed, impatiently awaiting the moment he would let me out of the car.
"Now you be careful" he started. I perked up, realizing he was almost done. "I don't care how much you think you love Justin, you're both still far too young. Besides, I don't want to hear that your pregnant on Christmas" he said. I frowned.
"Dad, it'd be impossible to tell if I was pregnant by Christmas" I said shaking my head.
"Fine fine fine, go to your party. But I want to hear nothing about sex from you, got it?" he asked.
"Got it" I mumbled and opened the car door, glad to have finally escaped.
I walked through the unlocked front door and searched the room for Justin. I felt bad that I had blew up on him yesterday and felt the need to find him. I wanted to apologize for overreacting and then maybe hang out at this party together. I had even put on the dress of mine he claimed to be his favorite. It was a gold elbow-sleeved dress with sequins that shimmered when hit by the light. Along with it I wore the bracelet he gave me for my birthday, I had straightened my hair, put on a little bit of blush and lipgloss, and wore closed heels to keep my feet warm.
I spotted Justin instantly. It was hard to miss such an attractive guy. He stood tall and proud, looking just a teeny bit regretful. No one besides me would notice that of course, but I still found it embarassing. I had made him feel guilty about coming to the party. I put on a smile and waved at all of the familiar people on my way over to him. I turned to look at Justin as I reached his group of friends and froze. He was surrounded by girls giggling and flirting with him. Okay whatever, girls did that all the time. The thing that really got me was the cup. He had a cup full of a yellowish liquid in it. I swallowed hard, knowing for a fact that apple juice would never be served at a party like this. A party full of the football team hosted by the most popular cheerleader on the squad. Gracie.
I hurried towards the nearest doorway, and ended up in the kitchen. I leaned on the counter for support and took in deep calming breaths. Justin hurried in after me, the cup still in his hands.
"Is everything okay Lexi?" he asked worriedly.
"Were you...drinking?" I asked him at a complete loss for words. What had happened to him? Justin had never had a drink in his life! Not even a huff of any of those disgusting drugs every one of his classmates seemed to take. That's what I liked about him.
"No Alex, I wasn't drinking" he said firmly, as he put the cup of who-knows-what down on the counter beside us.
"Then what's with the drink? A-and all those girls all over you?" I stuttered, fighting to hold back my tears.
"Listen to me Alex, nothing happened" he said holding my shoulders tightly. He leaned closer to me. "Look, smell my breath if that'll convince you" he said. I swallowed hard as he let out a long sigh in my face. I took in a deep breath and only smelled the usual sweetness that lingered in his mouth. I stumbled backwords, almost falling down.
"I-I'm sorry" I breathed out, in disbelief.
"Don't be. It's okay, I forgive you" he said, opening his arms for me. He wanted to comfort me. I turned and walked away, trying not to let anyone see the weakness currently inside of me as I hurried towards the front door again.
He hadn't drank anything. He hadn't smoked anything. He was completely sober. And I had accused him of something he had promised me he would never do. Meanwhile even after our arguement earlier, he wasn't one bit mean to me.
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"Hey honey, is the party over already?" my mom asked me when I walked through the front door to my house. It felt great to walk into a warm house after having been outside in the cold, crisp weather for hours. "I thought you would've called us to get a ride" my mom said. She was sitting at the kitchen table playing chess with my dad.
"A friend dropped me off" I lied. I wish. But no, I had walked around for hours in the freezing cold, trying to get my mind off of what had happened.
"It's only eight, I said you could stay until ten" my dad said. I swallowed hard at the stupid curfew they had set for me. It had taken so much convincing just to be let out until that time. My dad turned around and faced me.
"I told you guys not to wait up" I said kissing my dads cheek.
"We weren't" My dad answered looking at the time.
"Right" I said awkwadly, pulling off my heels. I started towards the stairs.
"Is everything okay honey?" my mom called. I took in a deep breath.
"Yeah" I lied again and hurried up the stairs before they could ask more questions. I opened the door to my room and sighed, dropping my heels and closing the door. I locked the door and walked over to my desk.
I wasn't gonna fall asleep anytime soon, so I might as well get some homework done. I opened my text book sadly. I rested my head on my hand and stared at the word problems in front of me, not even trying to decode them.
I was still feeling horrible about what I had done to Justin. It was the only thing I could think about. What if he broke up with me for being a drama queen? It would be hard to find someone like Justin who understood all of my flaws and accepted them. He knew I wasn't perfect, he knew I could be bossy sometimes, he knew I had a curfew but he accepted it. All of it.
Then he does one little thing, and I blow up on him. No wait..he doesn't even have to do anything wrong to get me to blow up on him. I suddenly heard a tap on my window. I quickly sat up and crinkled my eyebrows together. I peeked behind the curtains and saw Justin dangling off of a tree branch. I gasped and opened the window, instantly taking his hand with both of mine so he wouldn't fall.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine" Justin said. "I wanna know what happened to you" he said. He looked down at my hands and grinned. "Although I don't mind your warm hands holding mine" he said. I smiled and looked down. "Why'd you leave the party?" he asked, staring at me worriedly.
"Okay before we do any talking, can you please come inside? I'm pretty sure I'd go to jail if the police saw your dead body, drained of all fluids on the floor outside of my window" I said, looking at the long fall down. Justin sighed and then laughed as I moved aside. He swung his body into my room and looked at me expectantly, his arms open.
"Aren't you gonna warm up your frozen boyfriend?" he asked me. I smiled and walked forward, hugging his cold body. "P.S. vampire's don't get hurt, much less die from falling. I need to use the bathroom so I do have fluids, and we never get cold or hot, but that doesn't mean I don't like feeling your warmth" he said. I rolled my eyes. So much I had to learn. I sat down on my bed and watched him sit on my desk chair.
"So..you gonna tell me what's wrong?" he asked. I swallowed hard. "I hope you're not planning on breaking up with me" he said worriedly. I shook my head.
"No..its just that..I feel bad" I said.
"About?" he asked.
"Our relationship" I began. His eyes widened. "No! I mean like..I feel bad that you have to deal with me always accusing you of things when I'm the one doing things wrong" I said apologetically. Justin laughed.
"But that's what makes us us" he said shrugging.
