Elijah
I always told myself that I don't go to parties because I didn't have anyone to go with. But i'm not sure it could say the same now that I'm presented with the opportunity and someone to go with.
Theadora sat at my computer desk with a big smile. "It''ll be fun."
"That's what they all say, then when shit starts popping off nobody has any uplifting advice." I countered.
"How would you know what they say, you just told me you've never been to a party." Theadora eyed me.
"I've watched movies."
"Those are overrated, none of that stuff happens in real life."
I raised my eyebrows. "How do you know that?"
"Because I've actually been to a party!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "This is ridiculous. We're going to that party so get your lousy ass up."
"No."
"Whyyyyy?"
"I'm scared."
"Cry me a river."
"What if someone slips something in my drink."
"Don't drink."
"What if someone tries to get at me."
"You need some dick anyway."
Seems I've already done that.. I fell silent and Theodora stared at me suspiciously. I tried to play it off but I blew it when I started randomly whistling.
"What are you not telling me?" She made her way to the bed, taking a seat in front of me criss cross apple sauce. She was ready to tear me apart like a wolf on it's prey.
"Nothing.." I bit my bottom lip and by that time I was a complete goner.
"Ah ha! Spill the beans Elijah!"
I covered my face with my hands, mentally preparing myself. They slid down over my mouth and I looked at her fearfully. My hands fanned from my mouth like I was playing peek a boo and flew right back as soon as the words left my mouth. "I had sex with Carter."
"No." She whispered. Then her hazel eyes got colossal. "No way! You naughty little whore, no you didn't!"
I buried my face in my hands, feeling my cheeks get warm.
"Oh. My. God. You did!" She pulled my hands. "When?! How was it?! Was that your first time?! Was he big?! Did it hurt?!"
Jesus. She reacted just as I expected her too. But I didn't want to tell her everything, that's just weird. And it's not my proudest moment. I still can't believe it happened. "It happened this morning.."
"But you were at school this morn..." She trailed off then her eyes widened with realization. "YOU SKIPPED?!" She gasped dramatically and I wanted to bury my face again. "Oh my goodness. I would've expected this behavior from creepy bad boy but not Carter." She smiled and motion for me to keep going.
My gaze shifted around my bedroom, awkwardly. "He said he had something to show me, so he took me to his house and showed me his art room. Specially the pieces of me that were in there..."
"Awe that is soo cuteee." She put her hands under her chin, cheesing like a love sick puppy. She actually managed to make it look cute. She motioned for me to keep going.
My hands started to get clammy now. "Then he took me to the bathroom and helped me take off my makeup and wig...and then it happened."
Her neck jerked back. "It happened? What the hell is that? Where's the details?"
