Virgin (Kiribaku)

Party Time

Kirishima's P.O.V

   I wasn't exactly the 'party type'. In college, I cared about my studies, so I could get a good job, have a good life with a good family and die happy. But most kids in college didn't have that mindset. They were concerned about parties and girls and sex. I couldn't bare the thought of losing my virginity in college especially to some boy. Who would care to have something so special? I had never kissed anyone and I was okay with that. I wasn't 'saving myself for marriage' I just didn't want something so special belong so someone in college who wouldn't care for me. And that was all these kids cared about. I also just had more important things to deal with rather than getting laid. It never appealed to me. Sex was new and strange to me. I knew how it worked I just never bothered to do anything with that information. It simply wasn't part of my life at the moment. That time would come later. Right now, I needed to work on my studies.

   I wasn't always as uptight as I was now. A few comments had stuck to me in middle and high school. I was always making bad grades and joking around, not concerned. Suddenly, in junior year I realized I wouldn't have my parents to always lean on. I would need to grow up soon and with an average of 66, I decided to stop joking around and study. I lost contact with all my friends replacing them with weekend reading and studies. By the end of junior year, I was passing my classes with high 90's and got in to all PreAP classes in senior year. By that time, most of my friends didn't consider me a friend anymore but I didn't really care. There was however, one pink haired girl that stuck by my gay ass in senior year was now in college with me. She had the same situation as me, wanting to get a good life after high school. we applied to the same college, got in and life was great. Well, it was. I don't know if college was that different from her but a switch had been flipped and she didn't care about college as much and didn't study and went to a few parties. I didn't suck the fun out of everything, I just didn't care to leave my dorm. It was nice to be alone in the big room.

   The college dorms were a one bedroom sort of thing so it was mainly an open floor plan. There was a big, king sized bed in the middle of the room, with two shelves on either side of them. There was also a shelf on one side of the room. There was a desk, a dresser and a tv as well. There was no need for a living room or kitchen because every college floor had a common room we shared with about twenty other people. Mina was a floor below me and now truing to convince me to go to one of her parties. 

   "Come on! Loosen up a little. It's Friday night, we have a week off of school for thanksgiving break and I know your going to spend it in the dorms studying. Just once please?" she begged, sitting on my dresser, her feet swinging back and forth. Closing the algebra textbook I had sprawled on my bed, I took off my big framed reading glasses. "Do I really look like I'm a person who goes to parties? And yes, for your information I am staying here for thanksgiving break. I don't know how that will help you pass the exams though." I said, throwing her a smirk and writing down more notes. " I go to parties on the weekend, am responsible, and still find a way to make A's in my classes. I think one party won't hurt you." she said, hopping off the dresser and opening the drawers, digging in my folded clothes to find something. "Come on, every college student needs to at least one party. It's like, a written rule. Now, your going to get ready." She said, throwing a few clothes at me. Taking them, I walk to my book shelf and place my textbook on it and walk to the bathroom. "You are so dead. I'll do this once. Then, I'm staying inside for the rest of thanksgiving break." I said, closing the door. When I agreed, I wanted to pick my own outfit but the pink girl decided to pick for me. 

   Throwing on an old band shirt and the ripped black jeans I didn't know I had, she had also thrown in a leather jacket. Where did she get these clothes? And why don't I remember owning them. Walking out of the bathroom, my red hair was still down and didn't match the rest of the outfit. really, my entire personality didn't match the outfit. Walking over, she pulled me into the bathroom digging through her purse and pulling out a small bottle of hair gel. What is it with girls and having things in their purse? Sticking her fingers through my hair, it stayed spiked up. It was a new look that I actually didn't mind. Smiling a little in the mirror, I look at her and she smiles back. "We are so ready to rock this party." Dragging me out of the bathroom, we left the college dorms and hopped into her car. I didn't know where this party was but it wasn't long before we showed up at a random house. I assumed it was owned by the kid throwing the party. Some kids didn't live in the dorms. They either lived at their own home or with their parents. But whoever this kid was, he had to be loaded. Maybe a trust fund baby?

   Following Mina down the stone path to the door, its pushed open and music, sweat, and alcohol is all mixed into one smell, hitting you when you opened the door. I was about to go back to the car but right at I turned around, Mina grabbed my hood nd dragged me behind her. For a girl shorter and smaller than me, she sure could drag me anywhere. Walking into the house, there were boys and girls alike making out in different corners. Two girls, one with short purple hair had another girl, who was a few inches taller than her with her dark hair pulled into a ponytail pinned against the wall, hands exploring her stomach and breasts. Looking at another group of boys, there was a green haired one with no shirt on, another boy straddling his hips, grinding on him to the rhythm of the loud, blasting music. The big open living room had a few people in a circle, a bottle spinning between then, playing a game of truth or dare. Upstairs, moans and cries could be heard and I wasn't sure I wanted to venture that far. There was a sea of students touching, dancing, grinding and kissing all over people. 

   Going to the punch table, I already lost Mina but decided it was too late to try and find her. I also, didn't want to see my best friend drunk and being handled by a girl or boy of some sort. She was old enough to take care of herself and I wasn't worried about her. I just didn't want to see her vulnerable with someone else. Pouring myself a cup of red punch from a bowl, I take a sip and immediately spit it out tasting the bold taste of vodka and whiskey. It wasn't bad just bitter and bold. Placing the cup down, I just stand there, making eye contact with a blonde headed kid in the truth or dare circle. Smiling I think that's all the human contact I would have tonight until I would leave.   

   Little did I know, he was walking in my direction.