Usual disclaimer applies.
March, 2012
~40~
Jessica peers at me, apparently surprised by the question. For a moment her grimace dissipates, and she looks somewhat pensive. But a second later, the scowl is back.
"What I remember Bella Swan, is you making out with anyone with a mouth. Fuck, you even kissed James and Laurent Hunter." Jessica seems to grow taller as she hurls the comments at me, gaining strength off of my supposed weakness.
"I kissed James and Laurent Hunter?" I spit out the words which are raised in volume, and I have a sudden urge to wash my mouth out. James and Laurent are brothers in senior and junior year, and are a boil on the backside of the East End. Of course, East-Enders put up with them because the Hunter's own a forestry company here and are filthy rich. But it does not mean that James and Laurent are not both slimy, skanky pigs.
Yes, guys can be skanky too.
Especially these two.
Looking back, I wonder at myself for ever thinking it was a good idea to go to this party. But I was just so headstrong, so angry and stubborn. I thought that it was what I needed. I thought it could prove to these people that I didn't care what they thought. That I could do whatever I wanted, even if that was going to one of their parties.
But of course, a girl can't be right all the time.
Still gloating at her ability to shock me, Jessica replies to my rhetorical question. "Please. You practically made out the garage door. And don't even start with the 'I was so wasted' line."
"I wasn't drunk Jess. I was drugged."
I speak without backing down, making eye-contact. But it leads me to wonder if Jessica was drugged too, how does she remember all of my actions so well?
I change tactics lightning quick, grabbing onto her bony shoulders and leaning in close. Jessica is stunned, both by my confession and the physical contact I just initiated.
"Jessica! Did you leave your drink anywhere? Hand it to anyone?"
Her guarded expression morphs into confusion. Yeah Jess, it's a random question. But can you please just think?
And luckily, she does.
A smile forms on her powdered face, her eyes glinting with mirth. "Yeah, I remember. Mike poured me a rum and coke with regular. Like I would drink that shit. And so I handed it to you…after I spat in it." She giggles, backing away and heading out of the room.
I let her go.
And now, even though I know how the GHB got into my system, I am out of breadcrumbs for finding the potential rapist.
And I feel like time is running out.
I turn to leave the room as well, just as the door to the stall furthest away opens up.
"Bella, I heard your conversation with Jessica. And, well, shit. I wasn't completely honest before. There is more to tell you."
A/N: Any ideas who this could be? ;)