"Andre?" I ask sweetly, giving him a subtle smile from across the lunch table. It is the usual crowd at the usual table, though there is just one problem. Tori. She had sat down next to Andre, stealing my usual seat, forcing me to sit next to Jade. That just can't happen, first because Jade hates me (and everyone else, except Beck) and secondly because, by process of elimination, Andre is the best match for me. Meaning, I want to date him and Tori is getting in the way.
"Yeah, Little Red?" He says, giving me a nod . I need to come up with an excuse to get him over here, something ditzy and typical Cat.
"Do you think my French fries taste like glue? Come over here and try one." I say, scrunching up my face and making a point to sound needy. Andre gets up abandoning Tori (mission accomplished). He picks up one of my fries and takes a tentative bite.
"Dang, these do taste like glue!" He announces, sitting down and grabbing a few more. I give a Cat-like giggle, the kind that used to flow so naturally, but I now have to conjure up. Andre attacks my fries, I watch him wistfully. We're not a couple yet, but we got so close! Before, every weekend we would hang out, and he called me all the time, but as soon as Tori showed up he started talking to me less and less.
The bell rings tearing me from my thoughts. Almost everyone had left, but Andre and Tori.
"Bye guys!" I say a little embarrassed, rushing to leave.
"Wait a sec, are you going to the party, Little Red?" Andre asks touching my arm, oh god its nice.
"Uh-huh!" I nod, voice climbing a few octaves.
"See you there!" He says, and we go our separate ways, me to gym, him to math.
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I get a ride from Beck and Jade. They give a honk to signal their arrival, my parents are already asleep so it didn't matter. I take the back seat and awkwardly made myself comfortable, making random comments, just like I used to. Beck sings along to show tunes, Jade glares at me; as usual.
The party has already started by the time we arrive. We could hear the music from down the block and cars line the street. It's a pretty nice neighbor hood; hope no one calls the cops. I follow a few feet behind Beck and Jade, not wanting to be the third wheel. Once inside bodies are packed together, everyone's dancing, drinks are everywhere, but my friends are nowhere to be found, Beck and Jade had completely disappeared. I squeeze though groups of people, searching for just one person I know. No luck. I go to the kitchen where someone's puking in the sink and two people are making out on the counter. I roll my eyes, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Might as well get wasted while I'm here right?
"mmm, Andre…" Mumbles the chick on the counter.
"What?" I squawk, spitting out the first sip of beer, and get a closer look at the people on the counter. Why it's no other than Tori and Andre.
"Hey , Little Red!" Andre says, detaching himself from Tori for a minute, then reattaching as soon as he was done with his greeting. Tears prick at my eyes, I run out of the kitchen, beer in my palm. How could they betray me like this? Why would this happen? He was never your's. Of course but, almost! Almost doesn't cut it. By now I'm full on crying, make-up running, snot-dripping, and sobbing. No one seemed to notice, no one seemed to care, and here I am feeling like I'm dying while the world was enjoying itself. Needless to say, I chug the rest of my beer.
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I think Beck and Jade left, the party's winding down, and its only 2 AM! I lounge on the couch, letting the party pass me by. It's more fun to watch, you learn more about people that way. An unfamiliar boy takes the seat next to me, instinctively I scoot over to make more room.
"Hey, baby were you goin'?" He slurrs at me obviously drunk out of his mind. I squirm, but his hands are to fast, he has my wrists pinned above my head and he's smothering my mouth in sloppy kisses. I try to say no, but he doesn't give me the chance. I can't help but wonder if this is anything like what Andre and Tori did, how far did they go? Did it mean anything?
The guy's kisses are getting more aggressive, I don't kiss back. He puts more force into in and forces my jaw open, soon after his tongue is jammed inside. The same questions pop into my head again, how far did they go? Did it mean anything?
He's got my wrists in one hand now, and working at my belt with the other. There's no point in fighting back, I know where this is going. I just don't react, I play dead, letting him do whatever he pleases. I don't blink, I don't cry, I don't even wince as he pushes inside me, pumping and sweating. I stay unaffected, I don't care what happens to me any more.
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