Stereotypical

The Jock

September 21st

9:55 pm

I'm not really the dress up kind of person. I never dress up for anything, including parties. Yoga pants and tee shirts  Mark Layman the quarterback is holding his annual "back to school" party. Or as I told my parents "a small get together with the field hockey team." As captain of the field hockey team I suppose it is my responsibility to uphold my attendance to these sort of events. If I'm ever caught at one of these parties you can say goodbye to the title of captain. 'If' I haven't once been caught. I know when to take my leave, never drink, never stay too late. It normally gets wild at about 11:00 when the neighbors are trying to sleep.

When I walk up to the door step I am greeted by Luther Vile and Charlie Vincent. Captains of the boys and girls basketball team. You can tell what sort of person they are by one glance. Both wearing old leather jackets with scars from the years. Both wearing the scars with pride. 

"You want a drink?" Luther asks.

"You know I never drink." I laugh. He laughs too. Ever since freshman year I've had feelings for Luther. You could call it a crush. But those small feeling grew. We began to talk late last year as juniors. We were partnered together for a World Religions project. The girls of the field hockey team tried to make me confess all last year. We stayed in touch over the summer, texting and snap chatting. My heart broke the day I found out he was dating Sara Keeton. 

"You wanna go upstairs, I hear Mark has a killer view." Luther says, grabbing my hand before I can even respond.

"Slow down Luther, you're gonna make me trip." I laugh. As he pulls me up the stair case away from the commotion we head into a room at the end of the hall. The bedroom is filled with bookcases. An ugly striped rug lies on the floor. But most importantly a beautiful patio overarching a hill. 

"That's a big drop." He says. 

"Yeah." 

I nervously peered over the edge. I understood in my mind that the view was supposed to be beautiful, but all I felt was fear. There had always been something about heights that scared me. And being this close filled me with unease. 

"Are you scared?" 

"A little. I've always been somewhat fearful of heights." I say stepping way from the patio. 

"Me too. The view is beautiful but, long drop." He says whistling at the end. I laugh at his remark. As much as it hurt that he was dating someone else a part of me still wondered why he was up here with me and not her. Sara was a fearless loud mouth from what I can tell. 

"Where is Sara?" I ask abruptly.

"She's downstairs chugging her guts out." He says. So calmly, like he doesn't care. 

"Shouldn't you make sure she is okay?"

"The daredevil does this at every party, she'll be fine."He steps closer to me, I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks. "Are you cold?" He asks.

"A bit." I sputter out, not quite sure how to respond. He leans closer to me. And I find myself leaning closer into him. I know I should do it, but when his lips touch mine I feel so free, and warm. At first our kisses are messy, teeth clashing but we find a rhythm. His hands slowly going up my sides. I feel so complete as I pull him closer. 

But this is wrong

He has a girlfriend. Sara, even if she is a bitch doesn't deserve this.

"We can't" I say pushing him away. 

"What do you mean?" He says attempting to start the make out back up again.

"You have a girlfriend." I say pushing him completely off of me.

"So what." He says raising his voice. 

"She doesn't deserve to be cheated on! You should be a loyal and kind boyfriend to doesn't let their girlfriends become drunk at a party!"

"Don't you dare tell me how I should be!" He screams. Stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him. 

I liked him, I really liked him. I had a chance and I blew it.

Tears roll down my face. I grab tissues from off the nightstand as I melt to the floor. Silently crying I tear up my tissues. In a flash of anger I grab books off the shelf, ripping them open. Destroying them. Sobbing while doing so. When my anger is out I melt down again. Crying. I walk over to the patio looking out over the trees. So caught up in the sound of the breeze I didn't even hear the door open. All I felt was a push.

That sent me over the edge.

September 22nd

I see a puff of smoke, no not smoke. Air, my own breath. I feel freezing. A long sleeved shirt isn't very warm. Standing up I walk out of the open room. Is this Marks house? I'd been there multiple times but I'd never seen this part of the house. 

No. This isn't Marks. There are boards on the windows and sheets over the furniture. Dust everywhere. I don't even want to know how many spiders live here. 

You know that tingly feeling you get in the back of your neck. The sort of sixth sense kind. I sat in the darkened room, trying to take in my surroundings. No matter how long I endured the darkness, I wanted to be mentally stable before finding out anymore. Anything else might send me over the edge. 

What I did not expect was to the turn the corner and see two girls crying into each other on the floor.

The blonde haired one looked up at me in surprise. I recognized her, but from where?

"Do you know where we are?" The blonde girl asked, still holding the brunette.

I shook my head. "I'm as confused as you. I just woke up here."

"We have no clue how we got here either." She said.

"I'm Megan, Megan Hamile." I say stick out my hand for a shake.

"I'm Arya and this is Emma." She says pointing to the brunette.

"Do you happen to go to Waterville High." Emma asked. Standing up from the dust pile on the floor.

"Yes. I'm a senior over there."

"So do we. I'm a junior." Arya says standing up as well.

"Well now that we know a bit about each other, I'm gonna cut to the chase. We have to get out of here."

"Agreed." Emma and Arya said in sync.

"All the windows seem to be boarded up." Emma pipes in. 

"And there is dust all around, clearly no one has been here in a while." Arya points out.

"Maybe we should look around. Try and find a window or front door that's not boarded up." I say. And off we went. Down the dark and creepy hallway.