Chapter 1
Alissa Moore
The party was in full swing now, heavy bass is blaring from the humongous sound system in the two story mansion. I could feel it jolt my body every time a beat came into play. The contents of my red cup sloshed dangerously as I swayed with the pounding song on the couch in some stranger from the football team's living room. I took a swig from the cup and grimaced, it tasted disgusting, but it was doing what it was supposed to.
It was hard to focus on one thing at a time because of the people moving on the make shift dance floor and my fuzzy drunken mind. People of all different social classes and clicks danced and jumped to the beat of the obnoxious LMFAO music, or made-out with one another in various corners. I rose from the coach with wobbly legs and pushed my way through the too rowdy crowd of high schoolers. I snorted in laughter at some of their drunken personalities, nothing but another Friday night for me though.
'They need to learn to hold their booze,' I thought as I reached the ugly blue kitchen, that oddly reminded me of a hospital room. I staggered to the table with multiple cheap bottles of alcohol and picked up the first bottle of vodka I saw. I slowly made my way to the fridge and then grabbed another bottle of beer for later, and headed upstairs to be alone.
I unknowingly found myself wandering into a bedroom with a giant beige bed in the center of it. A huge head-ache ripped through my head from the climb up the stairs and I plopped down onto the bed. A good looking guy who I recognized from the football team came into the room, took one look at me and shut the door, clicking the lock simultaneously.
He began to stumble towards me and gave me a crooked smile. He sat down on the bed and leaned closer into my body. The boy was clearly high by the smell of his breath and glossy eyes.
"Hey," I said casually, but he didn't respond, instead he pushed me and my back and roughly locked his lips to mine. They were rough and tasted like beer.
"I want you," his words were slurred as he began to kiss me harder. He climbed on top of me and hovered over my body, as his hands wondered all over my body, while he kissed my neck.
My eyes were burning due to his poisonous breath, but I blinked the pain away and pulled the drunken jock closer.
His tongue poked at my clenched teeth as if he were knocking for me to let him into my house. I stubbornly kept my jaw locked, not ready for tongue yet, but apparently he didn't seem to mind my opinion. He pulled away suddenly leaving me panting. I hadn't realized I was breathing during our make out session. The room spun leaving me more light-headed than before.
Then he finally lay down on top of me, pressing our bodies together. He kissed the entire length of my body stopping at the hem of my tiny black dress. I was so turned on I could hardly even focus my eyes on him and then as my luck would have it the body promptly passed out and fell to the floor.
When I finally refocused my eyes and slowed my breathing, my cheeks turned bright red. I was too embarrassed to even glimpse at him as I sat up. My eyes remained glued to the ceiling as I thought about what had just happened. I couldn't help but imagine what the boy would look like naked.
I gently scooted over the bed and knelt down on the floor next to the passed out jock, and got my first good look at him. His skin was dark along with his hair, though it was hard to tell what color it was with the lights dimmed. He had full pink lips that made me just want to kiss him all night. The man was extremely sexy in my mind.
I sat up a little bit and looked around the edge of the door to make sure no one was coming, by the sound of it, the party was still raging on down stairs. I tentatively placed my hand on his chest, I could feel his chest rising and falling steadily as he breathed. I carefully dragged my hand down his body to his belt and began to undo the buckle. Goosebumps rose all the way up my arms; this was so morally wrong.
I withdrew my hand and stood up, shaking my head as the room started spinning. I didn't want to be perceived as some cheap hooker. There was a loud knock at the front door that distracted me from my spinning head. Somebody had shut the music off downstairs.
But before I could even walk out the door to see what had happened someone screamed, "COPS!"
I looked out the window to make sure this was true, and my suspicions were confirmed by all the men in blue uniforms standing on the lawn and the blue and red lights from the police cars flashing outside.
"Police, everyone down, this is a drug bust!" they all yelled from downstairs.
People from all over ran and screamed in every which direction. The police started grabbing people and leading them out to the squad cars as they called for backup on their walkie talkies.
Oh god, I can't go to jail! I kept screaming in my head over and over.
I ran to the other side of the room and wrenched open the window; stepping on the guy who practically raped my mouth in my desperation to escape. Good thing there was a roof on the deck below. Now to just pray it can support my weight.
I crawled on my hands and knees, wincing every time I moved forward. The rough shingles felt like the coarse grains of sand paper against my skin. I scoot to the edge of the roof and look down to notice it isn't too far of a fall. I leapt from the roof and rolled when I touched down on the grass. I got up quickly and broke into a full sprint towards the bright lights of the city.