Dancing on the Moon with You
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"You wanna go to the party an Nick's house tonight?" Nikki asked us. She had become a permanent fixture at the table with Gordo, Lizzie, and me. Gordo knew that we snuck out and went to parties, and he said we shouldn't. Lizzie and I, of course, didn't listen to him, because no one could stop us. Everyone at my house was still in a fuss about Isabella, and At Lizzie's, Matt was the 'man' of the moment.
"What do you think?" Lizzie said, getting a laugh from Nikki and me.
"Oh god," Nikki said, standing up. "I have to go. Need to see a guy about some weed."
"Get some for me!" I said to her back, making Lizzie laugh; truth was, we never smoked. We drank like crazy, but we both agreed not to smoke, and we never did. We both hated the smell of smoke, and although we were constantly around it, we didn't want to put it in us.
"So, Lizzie," Gordo said hopefully. "You want to come over tomorrow?"
"Nah. Alex is picking me up." She said lazily, with her head down. "Randi, you comin' too?"
"Yep." I said, looking into my pocket mirror and re-applying my lip gloss. "Shane is picking me up."
"Let me see if I understand this," Gordo said slowly. "Shane is your boyfriend, Miranda?"
"Yep." I said, shutting my mirror and putting it away.
"And you go out with Josh too?"
"Gee Gordo," I said sarcastically. "How'd you get to be so smart?"
"It's just that, well, you should only have one boyfriend." He said, his eyes on Lizzie as she got up to go get some ketchup.
"Yeah, how should you know? You're saving yourself, completely, for Lizzie."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." I said, meanly. "You think Lizzie's going to wait for you, and be the girl you want her to be. Truth is, she's not waiting for you. Nobody is. She moved on."
"God," Gordo said, getting up to walk away. "What's wrong with you lately? Someday, you'll see what's wrong with you. I hope you do before you get hurt."
"Yeah, whatever." I said to his back.
***
The house was hazy, but it was a different house from the first party Lizzie and I had gone to. This was maybe our fortieth party by now; we went to one almost every night. Somehow, our parents neglected us so much they never noticed. This just made me party all the more.
This party was special; Lizzie and I had decided to go 'all the way' with Shane and Alex. They had been talking to us about it everyday, we decided we were old enough and it was time.
Lizzie and I both said we loved them; I don't know if I did, but he gave me attention. But I had I saw something, something I had tried to forget, a few weeks ago.
It had been about two weeks ago; I had walked into a party, earlier than we usually arrived. I had seen Shane, huddled in a corner with a girl who had long red hair. He had a drink in his hand, and they were kissing. I ran upstairs, found a bathroom, and threw up. When I came back downstairs, I was already to go home, but I saw Shane sitting on the couch. I walked over, and glared at him, and when he acted like nothing had happened, I asked him why he was kissing that girl. He said what girl, I never kissed any girl. And I believed him.
But that was two weeks ago, and now I was in a bedroom with Shane, Lizzie, and Alex. There were three small beds in there, and we too up two. Shane was kissing me, and Lizzie and Alex were doing the same thing on the other bed.
Shane's cold hands slid up my shirt, and I felt as if lightning hit me. His hand slowly worked his way down, and soon they were pushing down my pants. I saw Gordo's face, I saw Gordo saying 'before you get hurt' over and over. Gordo, he was the only one who paid attention to me and Lizzie lately. Well, Josh did too, but I found ways to blow him off; he couldn't take the hint I wasn't interested anymore. But he was nice, too. He just wasn't interested in partying, like I was.
Everything started swimming. I heard Lizzie over in the bed next to us, saying 'no, Alex, later, no Alex.' Urgently, like she was pleading with him. I saw Isabelle and Jose kissing her; he loved her. She was pregnant, and I could be too, if I went through with this. Only I wouldn't have someone to love me. Shane didn't; but he was there for me. Then, the last thing I saw was him and that girl, kissing, and I knew at that moment it had been him. And I felt a surge of pure hatred.
"Get off," I said, struggling to push him off of me. "Now."
"No, come on." He stayed on me; he outweighed me by a lot. "This is what you wanted."
"Key word- wanted." I said, struggling to keep back the tears. "In the past tense."
"Whatever." He said as he continued kissing me, letting his hands wander further down.
"Get off!" I screamed, shoving him off of me. He must not have thought I was strong, because he wasn't making too much of an effort to keep me down. I heard Lizzie crying and saying 'no Alex, no' over and over again.
"You little-" and then he punched me, hard on my jaw on the right side of my face. I heard my jaw go 'crack' and it felt out of place. I tasted the salty, bitter taste of the blood in my mouth. I lay there still for a moment, feigning defeat. He was hovering over me, standing on his knees. As soon as he started to lie back down, I kicked him in his Achilles' heel, the place where the sun don't shine. He automatically grabbed his crotch, and I sprang of the bed. I pushed Alex off Lizzie; he was stronger than Shane. HE got right back up off the floor and charged at me. His hand was raised in the air, and I was terrified. I was sure he was going to beat me to death, or hit me hard enough so that I'd wish I as dead.
Just as his hand was going down, Lizzie's hands moved to the desk, picked up a heavy vase, and smashed it over Alex's head. This pain, mixed with the drugs he was on and the alcohol he had consumed, caused him to fall out. Lizzie just stood there, shaking, as if not quite believing what she had done. She buried her face in her hands, letting out loud, ugly sobs.
I was crying, too much to speak, so I just grabbed one of her hand from over her face, and ran. I didn't know how long either of them would be down. I knew Shane would be right after us, since we hadn't knocked him out, just gave him a swift kick to his family jewel's.
I ran up and down the halls, holding Lizzie's arm, looking in each room, searching for Nikki. I finally found her in a room with about 14 guys in there, no other girls. Her pink shirt was off, lying on the floor. I ran over to where she was laying, on the bed.
"Nikki!" I said urgently, shaking her. "Wake up Nikki! We have to go, now!"
She didn't wake up, no matter how hard I shook her. I whirled around and faced the guys.
"What did you do to her?" I shrieked, my eyes moving from one of them to another.
"We just had a little fun, that's all." A scruffy looking guy with dreadlocks said, in between hiccups.
"God!" I screamed. I started yelling at them in full-blown Spanish, calling them all the names I knew and making some up, even. They all just stared at me, hiccupping. I screamed, grab Lizzie's arm and raced down the stairs. I raced out the door, not bothering to lock it behind me, never letting go of Lizzie. I ran over to the curb, and Lizzie sat down, and the sobs took over her body. She kept jerking, and she was crying loudly.
I couldn't think straight. Then I saw Gordo's face again, saying 'before you get hurt', and I knew what I had to do.
Swallow my pride and call Gordo.
***
What Miranda means by swallow her pride was just earlier that day she basically told him she could do whatever she wanted and nothing could hurt her.
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Disclaimer: None
I get almost no reviews for this story, so in 2 or so more chaps, it'll be over. : (
***
"You wanna go to the party an Nick's house tonight?" Nikki asked us. She had become a permanent fixture at the table with Gordo, Lizzie, and me. Gordo knew that we snuck out and went to parties, and he said we shouldn't. Lizzie and I, of course, didn't listen to him, because no one could stop us. Everyone at my house was still in a fuss about Isabella, and At Lizzie's, Matt was the 'man' of the moment.
"What do you think?" Lizzie said, getting a laugh from Nikki and me.
"Oh god," Nikki said, standing up. "I have to go. Need to see a guy about some weed."
"Get some for me!" I said to her back, making Lizzie laugh; truth was, we never smoked. We drank like crazy, but we both agreed not to smoke, and we never did. We both hated the smell of smoke, and although we were constantly around it, we didn't want to put it in us.
"So, Lizzie," Gordo said hopefully. "You want to come over tomorrow?"
"Nah. Alex is picking me up." She said lazily, with her head down. "Randi, you comin' too?"
"Yep." I said, looking into my pocket mirror and re-applying my lip gloss. "Shane is picking me up."
"Let me see if I understand this," Gordo said slowly. "Shane is your boyfriend, Miranda?"
"Yep." I said, shutting my mirror and putting it away.
"And you go out with Josh too?"
"Gee Gordo," I said sarcastically. "How'd you get to be so smart?"
"It's just that, well, you should only have one boyfriend." He said, his eyes on Lizzie as she got up to go get some ketchup.
"Yeah, how should you know? You're saving yourself, completely, for Lizzie."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." I said, meanly. "You think Lizzie's going to wait for you, and be the girl you want her to be. Truth is, she's not waiting for you. Nobody is. She moved on."
"God," Gordo said, getting up to walk away. "What's wrong with you lately? Someday, you'll see what's wrong with you. I hope you do before you get hurt."
"Yeah, whatever." I said to his back.
***
The house was hazy, but it was a different house from the first party Lizzie and I had gone to. This was maybe our fortieth party by now; we went to one almost every night. Somehow, our parents neglected us so much they never noticed. This just made me party all the more.
This party was special; Lizzie and I had decided to go 'all the way' with Shane and Alex. They had been talking to us about it everyday, we decided we were old enough and it was time.
Lizzie and I both said we loved them; I don't know if I did, but he gave me attention. But I had I saw something, something I had tried to forget, a few weeks ago.
It had been about two weeks ago; I had walked into a party, earlier than we usually arrived. I had seen Shane, huddled in a corner with a girl who had long red hair. He had a drink in his hand, and they were kissing. I ran upstairs, found a bathroom, and threw up. When I came back downstairs, I was already to go home, but I saw Shane sitting on the couch. I walked over, and glared at him, and when he acted like nothing had happened, I asked him why he was kissing that girl. He said what girl, I never kissed any girl. And I believed him.
But that was two weeks ago, and now I was in a bedroom with Shane, Lizzie, and Alex. There were three small beds in there, and we too up two. Shane was kissing me, and Lizzie and Alex were doing the same thing on the other bed.
Shane's cold hands slid up my shirt, and I felt as if lightning hit me. His hand slowly worked his way down, and soon they were pushing down my pants. I saw Gordo's face, I saw Gordo saying 'before you get hurt' over and over. Gordo, he was the only one who paid attention to me and Lizzie lately. Well, Josh did too, but I found ways to blow him off; he couldn't take the hint I wasn't interested anymore. But he was nice, too. He just wasn't interested in partying, like I was.
Everything started swimming. I heard Lizzie over in the bed next to us, saying 'no, Alex, later, no Alex.' Urgently, like she was pleading with him. I saw Isabelle and Jose kissing her; he loved her. She was pregnant, and I could be too, if I went through with this. Only I wouldn't have someone to love me. Shane didn't; but he was there for me. Then, the last thing I saw was him and that girl, kissing, and I knew at that moment it had been him. And I felt a surge of pure hatred.
"Get off," I said, struggling to push him off of me. "Now."
"No, come on." He stayed on me; he outweighed me by a lot. "This is what you wanted."
"Key word- wanted." I said, struggling to keep back the tears. "In the past tense."
"Whatever." He said as he continued kissing me, letting his hands wander further down.
"Get off!" I screamed, shoving him off of me. He must not have thought I was strong, because he wasn't making too much of an effort to keep me down. I heard Lizzie crying and saying 'no Alex, no' over and over again.
"You little-" and then he punched me, hard on my jaw on the right side of my face. I heard my jaw go 'crack' and it felt out of place. I tasted the salty, bitter taste of the blood in my mouth. I lay there still for a moment, feigning defeat. He was hovering over me, standing on his knees. As soon as he started to lie back down, I kicked him in his Achilles' heel, the place where the sun don't shine. He automatically grabbed his crotch, and I sprang of the bed. I pushed Alex off Lizzie; he was stronger than Shane. HE got right back up off the floor and charged at me. His hand was raised in the air, and I was terrified. I was sure he was going to beat me to death, or hit me hard enough so that I'd wish I as dead.
Just as his hand was going down, Lizzie's hands moved to the desk, picked up a heavy vase, and smashed it over Alex's head. This pain, mixed with the drugs he was on and the alcohol he had consumed, caused him to fall out. Lizzie just stood there, shaking, as if not quite believing what she had done. She buried her face in her hands, letting out loud, ugly sobs.
I was crying, too much to speak, so I just grabbed one of her hand from over her face, and ran. I didn't know how long either of them would be down. I knew Shane would be right after us, since we hadn't knocked him out, just gave him a swift kick to his family jewel's.
I ran up and down the halls, holding Lizzie's arm, looking in each room, searching for Nikki. I finally found her in a room with about 14 guys in there, no other girls. Her pink shirt was off, lying on the floor. I ran over to where she was laying, on the bed.
"Nikki!" I said urgently, shaking her. "Wake up Nikki! We have to go, now!"
She didn't wake up, no matter how hard I shook her. I whirled around and faced the guys.
"What did you do to her?" I shrieked, my eyes moving from one of them to another.
"We just had a little fun, that's all." A scruffy looking guy with dreadlocks said, in between hiccups.
"God!" I screamed. I started yelling at them in full-blown Spanish, calling them all the names I knew and making some up, even. They all just stared at me, hiccupping. I screamed, grab Lizzie's arm and raced down the stairs. I raced out the door, not bothering to lock it behind me, never letting go of Lizzie. I ran over to the curb, and Lizzie sat down, and the sobs took over her body. She kept jerking, and she was crying loudly.
I couldn't think straight. Then I saw Gordo's face again, saying 'before you get hurt', and I knew what I had to do.
Swallow my pride and call Gordo.
***
What Miranda means by swallow her pride was just earlier that day she basically told him she could do whatever she wanted and nothing could hurt her.
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