I missed last year. Last year at this time I was sitting around the television with my parents aching for the ball to drop so I could run back up to my room and sleep. Last year at this time life was drama-free and easy. But at this time, right now, I was faced with a decision that would most definitely shape the rest of my High School career. Matty or Jake. The phrase I kept repeating in my head regardless of how much it hurt to think about. Who should I start the year with?

My head screamed "Jake!", but my heart had set itself on Matty. Any hopeless romantic knew the answer was obvious, but what told you to get out of the road when a car was racing towards you? Your heat or your head? Your head guided you out of the way so you wouldn't get hurt. Your heat stayed silent, only doing it's job to pump blood through your veins and make decisions like this twice as hard.

I let my body fall onto the tattered, navy blue couch that sat in Matty's living room and set out a deep and audible sigh. The volume of the sigh didn't attract any attention, though, because the room I was in lacked any kind of civilization. Everyone was scattered around the house having a good time, while I was sitting here drowning in deep thought.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the pillow, trying to relax about the situation. But all my head kept picturing was Matty sitting in his garage alone. His head buried in his hands and only lifting it up to down another red cup. I could hear his amorous voice mumble to himself between sips. I had to open my eyes to rid of the vision. I just sat there frozen, my eyes staring at the blank wall in front of me but seeing so much more.

I could hear footsteps entering the door so I snapped my gaze and quickly stood up. "Here you are! I've been looking for you," Jake said relieved, "10 minutes until the new year, huh? Can you believe it?"

I turned to him and tried to smile at him, "Yeah..." My weak voice grew a backbone and I quickly corrected myself, "No." I couldn't believe I wasted a whole year doubting Matty and every other action he made. I couldn't believe I spent the last week or so thinking the decision I made was right.

Jake awkwardly continued on, "Yeah, me neither. Wanna go back to the party with me?"

I pressed my lips together; I had no idea what the correct way to reject that question was. "I need to use the bathroom."

I walked out of the room with what I thought was confidence, but what probably looked like suspicion. I pushed myself though the bathroom door and stared into the mirror. I began to try and fix myself up, but I almost instantly stopped and directly myself the the garage. I checked my watch before I opened the door, reading "11:04".

I took a breath before I cautiously turned the door knob and entered the room. Matty's face was hidden with a beer can, but the second he lowered it and turned to me his eyes grew. My lips curved into a smile as I took a seat next to him. I took the can out of his hands easily and added it to the collection at his feet, "I think you've had enough."

He smiled at me, "Jenna. Jenna, you came." His smile faded into a serious look as he took my hands in his, "I am so sorry for all the shit I put you through this year, but I swear you won't regret giving me another chance. I'll fix everything, I swear."

I raised my eyebrows at him, but never wiped the smile off my my face. "I trust you," I moved closer to him, "Is there something you want to ask me?"

His grinned and nodded his head, "Yeah." His grasp on my hands grew tighter and warmer, and his chocolate brown eyes stared deeper into mine. "Jenna Hamilton, would you be my girlfriend?"

I took my hands away from his and wrapped them around his neck. I gave him a kiss, purely just are lips passionately locked together. I pulled away, "Yes." I rested my forehead against his and whispered, "I hate to kill the mood, but you have to tell Jake this time."

He pulled away and started to get up, "You're right, you're right. I will. I will right now!"

I laughed and shook my head as I grabbed his hands and pulled him back to me, "Not now. Stay here with me." We began kissing again, wrapped in each others soothing embrace.

We pulled away from each other only when the screams and yells symbolizing New Years diffused through the room. I laughed, "Happy New Year!"

He laughed back and twirled a lock of my red hair around his pointer finger, "Happy New Year!" He looked at the hair he just curled around his finger, paused, and fixed her glare back on me. "Jenna, I love you."

I smiled, "I love you, too." We started to kiss again, but I couldn't stop smiling. I pulled away and laughed, "Look what you've done! Now I'm not going to be able to stop smiling the entire night."

He laughed along, "No, no. It's cute." He smiled at me for a moment, then took my hand and helped me up, "Come on." He led me out of the garage, and up the stairs.

The room he led me into was pitch black; I could barely see his figure walk through the room and turn on a lamp. We were in Matty's bedroom. I was standing on a caramel-colored rug and in between four green walls. His room was plain, excluding a few picture frames scattered around. The covers on his bed were green, a few shades lighter than his walls.

Matty slowly made his way over to me and took my hands, "Look, I'm not expecting you to do anything you don't want to do tonight. We can take this slow, however slow you'd like."

I nodded and smirked as I took a step closer to him."When did you become such a gentleman", I joked playfully.

He gave me a half smile and stare gazed onto the floor. His grip around my hands loosened, but it was still there. I could barely see his face, but what I could see had been painted with regret. His upset mood was contagious, but I swiftly shook it off. I placed my thumb on his chin and gently pushed his face up to look at me, "Hey, it's okay."

I pressed my lips on his and it only took a moment for his hot breath to enter my mouth. Our tongues tangoed as we slowly made our way onto Matty's bed. I rolled on top of him as his hands wandered to my waist.

"So I'm guessing taking it slow isn't exactly your forte?"

I laughed at his comment, only momentarily though, and then continued kissing him. Matty's hands strayed farther up my shirt, and paused around my ribcage. He flipped me over so I was on my back and helped me take off my shirt. His lips trailed down my body and planted soft kisses along the way. One on my neck, my collar bone, my stomach, and the last on right above my pants. I watched him longingly unbutton and unzipper my jeans. He began to pull my pants off my legs and toss them to the foot of the bed.

As what he was doing and planning to do became more clear, the more self-conscious I grew. I was embarrassed for him to see how turned on I actually was right now. Matty wasn't usually focused on me and my pleasure whenever we had sex before, but this time he might as well shout his intentions to the world.

Matty's two fingers rubbed me through my panties as his lips kissed my inner thighs, getting closer and closer to my wet pussy. Once he finished smooching both of my legs, he look up at me and smiled. He kissed my panties before pulling them off and adding them to the pile on the floor.

I could feel his tongue tracing images into me between kisses and smiles. As he got more passionate and less nervous about eating me out, the closer I became to cumming. My hand darted for his head, and started pulling at his lush brown hair. My back arched as I came and Matty slowly stopped kissing me between the legs and resumed kissing my lips.

Matty's hands, which were wrapped around me, reached for the clasp of my bra. I had to think twice about grabbing his wrists away from my back, but I decided against it. I just had to breathe. It was time to stop worrying and start enjoying life to it's fullest.

My bra accompanied all my other items of clothing on the ground and Matty's lips can tongue accompanied my chest. The noises that were passing my lips were noises that I never made before. I slowly sat up as Matty was sucking and kissing away at my breasts and started to take off his jeans. I made as much progress as I could taking them off, and Matty finished the rest. I began to rub his erect cock from the outside of his boxers as we started making out again.

It wasn't long until Matty couldn't take much more of my rubbing and tossed his boxers to the side. He began to slowly make love to me, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusting. Our breathing soon turned to moaning. I switched to being on the top moving my body vigorously. We came almost in unison and I collapsed on Matty, my head in the crook of his neck. We listening to each others breath for a moment or two before one of us finally broke the silence.

"Jenna," Matty breathed, "W-Wow."

I rolled off of him and kissed him, "Mhm."

I didn't bother covering myself up as I collected my clothes and proceeded to put them on, "Maybe we should join the party again. Someone has to be wondering where we are."

"Yeah," he nodded but didn't move a muscle. I took this as a challenge and tossed his clothes on the bed and told him to change. "You have to earn it," he mimicked me in a sleezy voice.

I laughed as I remembered the night where I threw my first party, "You're hilarious."

We rejoined the part, publicly presenting ourselves as a couple for the first time.