Why the hell was I even here? Oh yeah, my sisters wanted to go to some friend's party and I got dragged along. I wasn't even old enough to drive, yet my sisters named me designated driver while they got smashed. That's why I was on the large couch right now in between two couples playing tonsil hockey with one of the guy's hands coming too close to my thigh for comfort.
The living room was getting pretty stuffy, the house itself was an understatement since it was actually a huge Victorian house. Normally I loved these types of houses but, under present circumstances, not so much right now. Couples were dancing everywhere or dry humping wherever they could, geez, it's depressing what this generation has downgraded to.
Getting up from the couch, I headed to the kitchen where I could both see and smell the druggies from the back porch, the screen door the only thing protecting me from inhaling secondhand smoke. Comforting...not really. Valerie's in the kitchen drinking some wine like she's some high-society bitch with a guy sharing the bottle with her.
Her brown hair's all messy even though she spent countless hours trying to make it "just right" and her clothes looked as if she put them on in the dark. Judging by the marks on her exposed shoulders, she probably did.
She grins at me over the cup of wine and moves her head in the guy's direction, wanting my input on how cute he is. I shrug, he's okay enough but there was too much gel in his hair, his hands too groping even though they were in public. I open up the fridge and clamp my teeth when I notice the overwhelming number of alcohol. There's some coke in the back that I reach for and I leave through the back chancing the stoners. Bodies bump into me as I walk around to the front where most of the loners go or the drunks puke up their guts in the bushes.
I take a seat on the front lawn with my hoodie protecting my bum from grass stains that Mom would yell at me for later. There's another dude puking in the bushes he wipes his mouth with a napkin and washes out his mouth with the hose. He's stumbling still and looking around wildly, he catches sight of me looking at him.
I guess he takes that as an invitation to come over where I am and plops down on the wet grass. He reeks of alcohol with his entire form needing a good straightening up.
"Can I have some?" He asks and I pass him the rest of my Coke, might as well give the guy a chance. He chugs it down and throws it towards the house, tapping the door.
He looked like a lost child, his knees pressed against his chest and his blonde hair was all over the place. I recognized him, Matthew Anderson from AP English. He sat a few desks away from me but it's not like we knew each other on a friendly basis. He was part of the 'in' crowd like my sisters, I was an outcast.
"I hate girls," he said in a sullen voice, words a bit slurred.
I snorted, "Thanks a lot."
Grabbing my hoodie, I stood up to leave when he clutched at my hand with a sudden desperate ness.
"Wait, I'm sorry, um, can you stay? I need someone with me before I do something stupid." He said in a rush, giving his hand a pointed look he quickly retracted it.
Sitting down on my hoodie again, I copied his position. "Wanna talk about it?"
I wasn't new to this, despite the callous nature, I was often the one my sisters went to for bitching about their problems. They went to me because they knew I wouldn't tell our parents or give them advice, they just wanted someone to listen about their problems.
"She forgot we were dating for the night, she didn't know I was coming to this party." His hoarse voice soft as he ran a hand through his hair.
I didn't know who she was but I could guess she was part of the 'in' crowd. I had no clue what to do know, my sisters hardly had this problem. The words came out before I could filter them through my mind. "Bitches, man." I said with a clap to his shoulder and I heard him laugh.
He smiled at me, it was wide and showed all his white teeth. "What happened to you being a girl too?"
I shrugged, smiling. "I won't deny sometimes I can be a real bitch."
I laughed with him this time and he stuck his hand out to me. "I'm Matthew Anderson, nice to meet you."
I smiled and shook it firmly. "Jennifer Thomas, likewise."