"How could you let a guy like that get in your pants! He was clearly just looking to get some ass. Did you even use protection!"
"Like you should talk..." I thought- oh shit! I said that outloud!
"He had a condom!" I tried to wriggle from her grasp.
I was fucking pissed. Here I just lost my virginity and all she could do was tell me things I've already come to a conclusion about. Suddenly really thinking about it my mood changed and I started to cry my eyes out. Great here it comes... my emo drunk stage... My legs felt weak and I could no longer stand up on my own. I collapsed in a small rain puddle in the middle of the parking lot refusing to budge.
"Yo, what's wrong with this girl? Get her up! Cops are near by."
That's all the guys were concerned about. Hearing them say that though motivated me to try and stand. The last thing I needed was to deal with the fucking cops. Wendy knelt down to give me a lift, but she slipped and collapsed into the puddle besides me. She quickly stood back up.
"Ewe, I can't do it. Why don't you help her Hank!"
She gave him a shove. I thought he was just going to help me up, but he took me by surprise when I got thrown up in the air over his shoulders. We neared a black car. That's all I can tell you about it is the color, I don't know jack shit about cars. It was definitely nothing fancy though. Hank placed me down and that's when I noticed Dante had been following us. I slurred his name and threw myself around him.
"No Bebe! Get in the car!"
"Noooooooooo." I whaled and tightened my grip on Dante even tighter. Whether he was just standing there or pushing me away; I was unaware.
Next thing I knew there was a sharp pain from the back of my head. I let go of Dante and the two other guys grabbed me from behind and tossed me into the back seat. I started kicking wildly, but only managed to dent the door they had closed behind me. My intoxication had proven to slow my reflexes and I didn't get up in time to try reopen the door before they could put the child safety lock on. And I can't even figure out how a child safety lock works sober. Hank got in the passenger seat and his friend was driving. I turned to see Wendy besides me. (Dante who?)
"Here, this is yours."
She handed me a chunk of my blond curly hair. I laughed, feeling the back of my head for a bald spot.
"Oh, my God!" I sputtered. "You bitch- my hair!"
Wendy leaned in towards me.
"Hey, want to do something funny?"
Before I could answer she leaned all the way in, a bit too close for comfort. I shut my eyes and could feel the car swerve.
"Holy shit! Don't be making out while I'm driving!"
Wendy and I laughed so hard.
"We'll you should've been paying attention to the road." I leaned back and saw colors moving fast past the window.
"You KNEW we HAD to look!"
I shrugged my shoulders. Hank leaned back and whispered something to Wendy. She didn't seem to have a response.
"So, Bebe is your name?"
I darted my eyes at him quickly not realizing I was being talked to.
"Uh, yea."
"What do you think of my friend, Pete?"
I was completely confused. I sipped my drink... where it came from I'm not sure. Where my judgment went to know not to take a drink from a stranger- I don't know.
"Who's that?"
"That's me." The guy in the driver's seat bellowed.
What did I think of him? I realized I never properly did observe him so I did at that moment. He had tan skin, buzz cut hair and thin mustache.
"He's not my type."
I was being totally serious saying this, but Hank thought it was hilarious. All Pete did was scowl and replied,
"Yeah, well we'll see about that."
I woke up to the voices of Pete, Hank and Wendy. And with my incredible hangover, you can imagine I wasn't too happy. I slowly assessed where I was. It looked like the TV room of a house. I was on the carpet floor- under a blanket- naked! And Pete was lying next to me too- also very naked. Wendy and Hank were on the couch next to us under covers, I assumed they where naked.
"Look who's up."
Everyone stared at me.
"What's going on?" I rubbed my eyes and pulled the sheets closer to my body.
Wendy had a smile on her face.
"We were just arguing about how you were a cock block."
"Cock block? What the fuck?" I couldn't believe I had to wake up to this shit.
"Yeah, you were with that other guy, Dante, before and I can't get laid unless Pete can get some too."
"I can't believe I'm fucking hearing this. Wendy what time is it?"
"Like six something."
"Holy shit!" I jumped up and started hunting for clothes to put on.
"We have to get the fuck back to your house!"
"Yea, ok, calm down." Wendy got up and slowly got dressed, meanwhile promising to call the guys later.
I found my way into a kitchen and spotted a door,
but an angry mexican lady stood in my way. Before I could even think
about what to do, she started screaming in Spanish and waving a wooden
spoon at us. I pushed Wendy out back into a hallway and Pete waved us
over to the front door. We got out of there gasping for air. I turned
to Pete.
"Who was that!"
"My stepmom. That bitch thinks she owns the place. Don't pay her any attention."
Pete opened the door to his car to let us in.
"Good thing we helped you guys out or else she would've beat your heads in with that wooden spoon."
Everyone found this funny, but me.
"How did you guys think you were getting home anyway all the way from Denver?"
"Denver! We're in fucking Denver?" I looked around not recognizing the neighborhood, which made sense.
"Don't worry we are giving you a ride."
"I wanna get some Taco Bell first." Hank through in.
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I wake up. Again. Wendy's house. I'm on the floor of her room... ewe I'm on the floor of her room!
See Wendy's house isn't exactly what you'd call clean. Now that Wendy's dad lost his job and they are poor, well she's adopted the white trash way of life. Not that I have anything against white trash people, obviously I'm not cause I'm friends with her. But she has the whole bed in the front room going on, extended family living in the small house, kitty litter strewn all over the floor, people don't bother taking off their shoes, miracle whip instead of mayo... I could go on. Hey either you get what I'm talking about or you don't. It's ok.
The point is I spring up a little too fast for my own good. Why do I feel like shit? Alcohol... dehydration... right I need water!
I must still be a bit wasted cause I can't seem to walk straight and everything is spinning. I staggered down the stairs holding on to the railing for dear life. In her kitchen I make my way over to her sink. I turn the tap on and just put my mouth right under that thing.
Five minutes later...
Crap... I don't feel good.
I huddle in the corner of Wendy's dinning room. Wooden floors are easiest to clean- I can't keep it down. I hurl back up all the water.
When I'm finished, I notice Wendy behind me with a mop. I brace for her to yell at me.
"Awwww Bebe. It's ok. Your not the first to throw up here and you won't be the last." She was smiling.
Wendy can be a good friend. I lie back down while she mops up my mess.
I realize I have to hurry.
My mom is coming to pick my up. I shower in Wendy's nasty shower. I practice being sober. I am temporarily healed.