Teenage Dream (Title Under Construction)

TD - Chapter Sixteen: Those Who are Wrong Will Be Punished

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Those Who Are Wrong Will Be Punished.

Natalie Cross

Definitely smelled like alcohol, and drugs. Well, it wasn’t like it was my first party with alcohol. I usually provided them. I looked around and saw many girls and boys kissing like it were the end of the world. I rolled my eyes knowing I wasn’t here to fool around with boys, but to have fun and maybe meet someone that I could possibly spend my life with no strings attached.

I immediately thought of Justin and Hunter. Their feelings for me brought an overwhelming emotion in my heart because I never had feelings for either of them, or would I ever be. Justin was always just Justin to know that he loved me made it impossible to love him knowing his personality.  On the other hand, there was Hunter. I never knew him nor could I possibly have known him. I couldn’t breathe at that moment.

“Well, Natalie Cross. The rumoured party girl is actually worthy to be here.” A boy with definite rugged looks stood next to me as I looked absently at nothing. I noticed him from the football team since I always had to be there for Talia. It was Chris’ best friend. He wore his jersey like usual. It wouldn’t be surprising if that was the only article of clothing he had.

“Always worthy,” I stated matter-of-factly. He laughed a thunderous one. He handed me a red cup with crystal-clear liquor. I took it and stared at it for a while. I haven’t drunk for a while. I took one long swig as all the boys who I never knew hollered. The party has begun. After six cups of beer, strong one I might add. I couldn’t notice what was around me. All I felt like doing was to dance, drink, and yell. For the first time in a while, I felt free and having no constant need to be classy for anyone.

Chris’ friend, who I still couldn’t remember his name took me and laid his gross smelling mouth on mine. I felt uncomfortable with what he was doing; no I didn’t like it all. I immediately pushed him with all my might. He had an angered look on his face and he laughed it off.

“Little Ms. Perfection can’t handle a little prick on her valuable skin?” He mumbled it since he was clearly drunk as well. I could barely make what he was saying since I couldn’t see or hear straight as well. He began to touch me once more, and everyone stepped aside and watched everything run its course.

“I can handle pricks like you.” I pushed him away and walked to the door. This party was way too much for me right now. I was trying to escape from my life, but to be able to try and open this one was too risky for me. I opened the door and went outside the chilly night. I tried to look for my car, but failed. It was dark in the October night. I couldn’t see where I was going and my legs no longer supported the floor. I was about to fall, but somebody ended up catching me.

I was being lifted off the floor and I couldn’t see who it was since my vision was completely blurred. I could smell him though, a smell that was really familiar to me. I tried asking who he was, but all that came out was an incomprehensible slur. “How could you ever do this to yourself?” His voice was caring, but still strong. “If I never came what would’ve happened to you?” My ears were still working and every single questioned he asked felt like a stab on the heart.

“I made a mistake that I don’t need to be reminded of please.” I finally said for him to stop.

I shut myself off completely; I didn’t want to be reminded of my recklessness. I just closed my eyes and hoped that everything would just stop. It was hard to turn the world off when you drank about a dozen cups of beer and you get the biggest headaches on the planet. My breathing was heavy and the ride was about as bumpy as riding in the Sahara. “Your driving could use some work.” I complained.

“You should thank me.” The mysterious man said snidely. I laughed.

“Why should I thank a stranger? You didn’t have to save me.” Then he laughed.