Takes One To Know One

Drunken Parties & Stolen Kisses

Takes One To Know One

　

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I gave an inward groan as I watched Adam shamelessly try his hand at flirting with the drunk girl, sloshing her drink on her thin white shirt and barely there pink and black skirt. He leaned in closer and whispered something in her ear, she blushed and giggled, spilling the beer from the red cup all over Drake's plush carpeting. Adam took the girl's hand, I now recongnized as Becca Tailor, and took her up the heavily carpeted stairs, he threw me a wink over his shoulder. I returned it with a wave and made my way through the sea of bodies to the kitchen. Ignoring the couple pressed against the counter, basically screwing through their clothing, mouth mashing together messily, slobber shining grossly in the dim lightening.

I leaned against the wall, sipping my beer and watching the what looked more like a low grade soft porno rather than a high school party. I cursed myself silently for allowing Adam to talk me into this. Especially after he'd promised me he'd stay with me all night. So much for that.

"Hey kid." I looked up from staring at my sneakers to come inches away from the face of Ethan Stone, his arms shot out to press against the wall on either side of my head, effectively trapping me there. "Why'd you come here if you're just gonna hang out by yourself?" He got closer, our noses almost brushing, "Why not try to hook-up? All these girls are pretty drunk. Even you could find one to screw you."

"I-I, uh, no...I'm, I don't want to h-hook-up...I-uh, I was uh, here with, with A-Adam." I tried to pull away from Ethan, but he only pushed his face closer, I nearly baulked at the scent of booze and rancid pizza on his breath. A drunken smile spread across his face, as if he had a sudden realization.

"I understand now, you're queer!" Before I could disagree his mouth had pressed against mine, sending a jolt of eletric through me, my first kiss lost to a drunken jock at a disgusting party. It was almost enough to make me bawl. I pushed him away, "What the hell man!" He whined, pressing his forehead to mine, blue eyes lasering into mine, "I thought you were gay!"

"I-I'm not!" I squirmed away from him, darting up the stairs to hopefully find Adam so we could leave, before I could make it to the top Ethan was on my heels, hurling anti-gay slurs at my back. I turned into the bathroom, slamming it shut and locking the door. Shaking violently from the encounter.

"You tell anybody and you're freakin dead!" Ethan hissed through the door, he banged his fist on the door, "You hear me? Tell anybody and you're dead faggot!"

"I'm not a faggot!" I cried back, "I'm not gay!" But I wasn't so sure myself to be honest. I couldn't deny the eletric that I felt when he'd kissed me. But I pushed that away. I cried quietly as Ethan continued pounding the door.

"C'mon open up, I'm sorry Shaun. Let me in."

I ignored his use of my first name, I still couldn't believe I used to go by it...

I opened the door a crack and Ethan barged in, pinning me against the wall to lay a line of sloppy kisses up and down my neck, hands trailing down my waistband.

"St-stop it!" I begged, trying vainly to push the jock off, he bared his weight down and chomped my neck, drawing a dribbling of blood I hissed and brought my hand up to score my nails across the side of his face. He growled and trapped my wrist in his strong hands attacking my lips roughly.

"The hell is going on here?"

Ethan sprang away from me at the sound of Adam's voice, looking guiltily down at me, then Adam. He turned angry quickly, shoving me away.

"He came onto me!" He snarled, "He lured me up here!" He knocked Adam out of the way as he fled down the hallway.

"You ok?" Adam asked, coming into the bathroom. I slumped against the tub, crying softly. Adam offered a piece of toilet paper which I accepted wiping my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine..." I rubbed my arms chewing my bottom lip, "H-he thought I was...gay." I whispered the last word.

"You mean you aren't?" Adam's brow furrowed, "I mean, I'm not saying it was right for Ethan to assualt you like that or anything. I just always figured you liked dudes." He chuckled a bit and helped me up, "Wanna go home?"

"Yeah." I nodded letting him lead me down the stairs and out of the house. Shuddering as Ethan' glare burned into my back. I struggled to keep my gaze downcasted. What an asshole, I thought angrily getting into Adam's rust bucket of a car. The ride home was quiet save for the light pop music I flicked on.

Once Adam dropped me off I trudged to my room ignore the barage of questions I recived from my parents and curled myself in a cocoon of blankets, wincing at the hickey/bite throbbed manicly.

Wow, I totally couldn't wait for school tomorrow, yes, my voice is dripping with sarcasm.