It all started with a drink.
"Sarah! Hey! What's up?" My friend Kimberly stumbled over to me.
"Uh, nothing really. Hey, have you seen Nick?" I asked, searching for my best friend in all the chaos.
"Yeah, um I thought I saw him over... there..." She trailed off, "Hey! Mike!" She stumbled over to some other guy. I waved it off and headed over to find Nick. I took my cell phone out and checked my inbox. Nothing. I hit 'Send Txt' and typed a quick message. I was getting sort of uncomfortable.
As I wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry." I said sheepishly and looked up to see a senior - the same grade as I was in. His name was Ron. He had scruffy, dark brown hair and was about six inches taller than me.
"Sarah," He drew out the vowels in my name. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as I took a step back, "What's up?"
"I'm looking for Nick, have you seen him?" I hopelessy asked. I knew he wouldn't be able to give me a good answer either.
"Naw, I haven't seen him," He grabbed a cup off the counter, "Have a drink."
"No, I really shouldn't," I declined his offer.
"No, really. You just need to relax and enjoy the party." He shoved the drink towards me and walked away. My eyes followed him out of the room and then looked down at the drink in my hands. Maybe I did just need to relax a bit.
I drank the alcohol in the cup in one gulp and cringed. I felt it burn my throat on the way down and it hit my stomach almost immediately. I shook my head and set the cup down. As I stumbled away from the kitchen, I couldn't help but keep running into people. Someone offered me another drink and I accepted it without thinking. Back in the living room, already having had two drinks, I tried to remember what I was looking for. I, once again ran into someone.
"S - sorry," I slurred. I shook my head to try and see who I ran into and found myself face to face with someone familiar.
"Oh, it's you." I stated and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Don't sound so excited," Joe, Nick's older brother said.
I frowned angrily, "I won't." I said, "Where's Nick?" I asked.
"Why does Nick matter? Just relax and enjoy the party."
"No, I want Nick." I crossed my arms like a stubborn child.
"Okay, okay," He said slowly with a sigh, "Fine. Come with me," He grabbed my wrist and he dragged me through the large crowd of people. He said something to me over his shoulder but I couldn't hear him over the loud music. He led me upstairs and down the hall. Turning left, he led me into an empty room - a bedroom.
If it wasn't for all the alcohol, I would've realized what was going on.
"Joe, Nick isn't in here." I said stubbornly once again.
"I know." He said, closing the door and advancing on me.
"What're - what're you doing?" I asked as he back me up against a wall. He pressed his lips against mine.
"Joe!" I pushed him off lamely, "What are you doing?"
"You know you like it," He smirked.
"Pervert." I spat.
"Can't say I'm ashamed."
I rolled my eyes and tried pushing him off me, "Joe, seriously! Just get off me."
He laughed at my poor attempt. "I hate you." I mumbled.
He kissed along my neck and up to my jaw, "Come on, Sarah. Now do you really hate me?" He asked softly.
I thought about it for a second, "Yes." I said.
He chuckled softly and lifted my face up with his finger, "You look hot in that dress." He said persuasively.
I glanced down at my feet but he just smiled. I was surpised to find myself giggling at his comment like a second grader. He kissed me once more and this time I let him. He brought his hand up to the side of my face and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The next thing I knew, my dress was off my body and on the floor and I was pulling Joe's shirt off. He led me over to the bed.
And it ended with involuntary sex.
"Sarah! Hey! What's up?" My friend Kimberly stumbled over to me.
"Uh, nothing really. Hey, have you seen Nick?" I asked, searching for my best friend in all the chaos.
"Yeah, um I thought I saw him over... there..." She trailed off, "Hey! Mike!" She stumbled over to some other guy. I waved it off and headed over to find Nick. I took my cell phone out and checked my inbox. Nothing. I hit 'Send Txt' and typed a quick message. I was getting sort of uncomfortable.
As I wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry." I said sheepishly and looked up to see a senior - the same grade as I was in. His name was Ron. He had scruffy, dark brown hair and was about six inches taller than me.
"Sarah," He drew out the vowels in my name. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as I took a step back, "What's up?"
"I'm looking for Nick, have you seen him?" I hopelessy asked. I knew he wouldn't be able to give me a good answer either.
"Naw, I haven't seen him," He grabbed a cup off the counter, "Have a drink."
"No, I really shouldn't," I declined his offer.
"No, really. You just need to relax and enjoy the party." He shoved the drink towards me and walked away. My eyes followed him out of the room and then looked down at the drink in my hands. Maybe I did just need to relax a bit.
I drank the alcohol in the cup in one gulp and cringed. I felt it burn my throat on the way down and it hit my stomach almost immediately. I shook my head and set the cup down. As I stumbled away from the kitchen, I couldn't help but keep running into people. Someone offered me another drink and I accepted it without thinking. Back in the living room, already having had two drinks, I tried to remember what I was looking for. I, once again ran into someone.
"S - sorry," I slurred. I shook my head to try and see who I ran into and found myself face to face with someone familiar.
"Oh, it's you." I stated and furrowed my eyebrows.
"Don't sound so excited," Joe, Nick's older brother said.
I frowned angrily, "I won't." I said, "Where's Nick?" I asked.
"Why does Nick matter? Just relax and enjoy the party."
"No, I want Nick." I crossed my arms like a stubborn child.
"Okay, okay," He said slowly with a sigh, "Fine. Come with me," He grabbed my wrist and he dragged me through the large crowd of people. He said something to me over his shoulder but I couldn't hear him over the loud music. He led me upstairs and down the hall. Turning left, he led me into an empty room - a bedroom.
If it wasn't for all the alcohol, I would've realized what was going on.
"Joe, Nick isn't in here." I said stubbornly once again.
"I know." He said, closing the door and advancing on me.
"What're - what're you doing?" I asked as he back me up against a wall. He pressed his lips against mine.
"Joe!" I pushed him off lamely, "What are you doing?"
"You know you like it," He smirked.
"Pervert." I spat.
"Can't say I'm ashamed."
I rolled my eyes and tried pushing him off me, "Joe, seriously! Just get off me."
He laughed at my poor attempt. "I hate you." I mumbled.
He kissed along my neck and up to my jaw, "Come on, Sarah. Now do you really hate me?" He asked softly.
I thought about it for a second, "Yes." I said.
He chuckled softly and lifted my face up with his finger, "You look hot in that dress." He said persuasively.
I glanced down at my feet but he just smiled. I was surpised to find myself giggling at his comment like a second grader. He kissed me once more and this time I let him. He brought his hand up to the side of my face and I wrapped my arms around his neck. The next thing I knew, my dress was off my body and on the floor and I was pulling Joe's shirt off. He led me over to the bed.
And it ended with involuntary sex.