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Stardate: April 3rd, 2248 (Julia's POV)
Today was the day I was going to Prom. True, I was only 14 and a Freshman, but I had been asked out by a Junior. Specifically, Devon Carters - one of the most popular kids in school. But, he didn't just randomly ask me on a date to Prom. Devon and I had been friends since he moved here when I was 9.
And now that we were both older...well, we were kind of dating. And Jim, he hated that. He thought Devon was trouble, and warned me not to become too involved with him. I had listened until I entered High School, until Devon Carters said he loved me and asked me to be his Prom date just last month.
So, tonight, with Jim sulking in his room upstairs, Uncle Frank drinking at a local bar called The Rusty Nail, and mom off planet - I was set to have the night all to myself. With the exception of Devon, of course.
Smiling at myself in the mirror, I pulled on a dark blue sequined dress I'd found at a Thrift Store. It fit me snugly, but not too snugly. It was baggy enough so that my whole body was not on display, but tight enough that I looked hot.
Digging out my brush from my bureau, I proceeded to reign in my wild, hip waist hair. I brushed it until it was smooth, and then I did it up on a nice, small braided bun. Pinning that to my head, I turned to see if it looked good. Confident that it did, I went on to deciding what shoes to wear for my date. Tennis Shoes were out of the question. Boots were a definite no. But heels…
They would be uncomfortable, but they'd really set off my outfit. Besides, it was either that, or flats.
Deciding on the heels, I dug out a pair from beneath my bed, slipping them over my bare feet. They fit perfectly, and weren't too tight, nor too loose. Smiling at how dazzling they looked, I got up and tested them out. They were bearable.
"Julia," Jim's voice made me jump, and I nearly tripped over my heels. "What are you doing?" He folded his arms across his chest and leaned against my doorway, eyebrows raised.
"What am I doing?" I asked, getting my balance and putting my hands on my hips. "What are you doing - you're supposed to be grounded."
"No one's here," he said, shrugging. His eyes went over my outfit, and he frowned. "Expecting someone?"
"Maybe," I answered vaguely, trying to avoid his eyes. One thing I didn't like about being his twin was the way he could make me talk just by meeting my eyes. Of course, I didn't mind when I could to him - I just didn't like it when he did it to me. "Why?"
"Because, you're all dressed up in a fancy dress and heels," He said, sauntering into my room and tapping my head. "Plus a hair braided bun."
"Shut up," I said, pushing his hand away. "It's not like I don't dress up every once in a while."
"From what I noticed, you do it when you're meeting a boy or attending a party."
"So?"
"So - I want to know which it is," He put his hands on his shoulders and looked into my eyes. I couldn't avoid his gaze any longer. His blue eyes, the same color as mine, pierced me to my very soul, and I could feel him using his twin bond on me. "Why are you so dressed up?"
"...Prom," I said, biting my lip. He blinked, and then let go of my shoulders, eyes still locked with mine. "With Devon Carters…"
"Devon Carters?" he asked in disbelief, "The Devon Carters that I warned you was a douche bag?"
"He is not." I stated, folding my arms and frowning at him. "But, yes, that's the one."
"Julia - you can't go to Prom with him," Jim said, his arms raising up and down for emphasis. "You're not even 16 yet -"
"I'm 14, Jim," I said, pointing a finger on his chest. "And I'm the older sister."
"By a few minutes," Jim countered, pointing a finger at me.
"Still counts."
"Does not. Not in this case."
"And, per say, does it not count this time?"
"Because, I'm a guy, and I know Devon Carters," Jim said, pointing to the ground when he said my date's name. "He's a jerk, and you shouldn't go with him." I frowned at him, and shook my head. I didn't want to believe what he was saying. Devon was a nice guy.
"You're wrong about him," I said, walking backwards to the doorway. Outside, a car could be heard pulling up. Jim glanced behind him to see the car, and when he turned, I was already bolting as fast as I could down the stairs.
"Julliana!" He yelled, stumbling after me. But I was too fast, even with heels I could beat him in a race. I reached the door before he could get me, and I made a dash to the car in the driveway, opening the passenger door and hopping in.
Devon looked surprised that I'd just popped out of my door and into his car. I gave him a glance as I buckled up, and then looked at him and smiled calmly.
"Lets leave before my brother tries to shoot your car tires," I said, and blinking, Devon complied. He made a quick U-turn, and stared driving away. As he did, I could hear him hitting the pavement of the road as he tried to pop Devon's tires. I pretended this was absolutely normal, while Devon kept looking back in the rear view mirror over and over again.
"Jeez!" He said as we hit the main road and he made a left towards the school. "I thought you were kidding about that!"
"When it comes to family," I said, turning to him and smiling, "I never kid around."
When we got to the school, Prom was already in full swing. Teenagers were dancing and having a good time - drinking punch, playing darts, taking goofy photos, and talking. I couldn't wait for my first Prom. It was going to be so much fun, I was sure of it.
Looking over at Devon, I could see him smiling now. He was no longer looking back in the rear view mirror, and his eyes were instead flicking to me.
"You really dressed up," he said as he parked. I looked down at my attire, feeling myself blush. Maybe I was dressed up too much. I wish I'd brought a jacket or a sweater to cover up and tone down the sparkles that were covering the inside of the car.
"Is it too much?" I asked, now extremely self-conscious. I reached up to brush my hair back, and remembered that my hair was in a bun. I let my hand drop without doing anything with it.
Devon's hand caught my falling one before it hit my lap, and he pulled it to his lips. He kissed it gently, as a gentleman of old would do to a lady.
"I only meant that you were beautiful," he said, putting my hand down and looking at my eyes. "I wasn't trying to insult you."
"Oh," I said, my voice quiet and a bit husky. That happened when I was embarrassed. "Thanks."
"You're very welcome," He smiled at me, and leaned back in his seat, turning to look at the party before us. "Do you want to go and check it out?" He asked. Looking out at the party, seeing all the people dressed differently, I figured there'd be no harm in going out the way I was.
"Sure," I said, unbuckling and opening the door. I stepped out onto the gravel, and to tread carefully, as my heels were on uneven ground. Using the car for balance, I stood up to my full height, which at the moment was the same as Jim Kirk's 4 foot 9. Still short by High School standards, unfortunately, which was why I needed the heels.
"You okay?" Devon asked, coming over to put a hand on my hip to steady me. Smiling, I nodded, and let of his car long enough to close the door. I swayed a little as I closed it, but Devon's hand kept me stable. I pulled away after a moment, feeling that his touch was a little more than helpful after I'd gotten my balance back.
"Let's go party," I said, starting for the party. Devon nodded, and followed after me, clicking his keys to lock the vehicle.
"Let's party." He agreed, coming to walk beside me and take my hand in his. I almost wanted to push it away, but I forced myself not to. This is what boyfriends and girlfriends did. They held hands. It was normal.
The party had been great. I danced with Devon until my feet became sweaty and sore, and then we went over the punch bowl and I drank at least 5 large plastic red cups of punch. It had tasted a little weird, like it had some extra spices added, but I didn't mind. I assumed it was normal.
Devon only had half-a-cup, and after I was done we went back out to the dance floor, and we slow danced. I remember it well because he tried to kiss me several times, but I dodged his mouth every time. That was how we slow danced, until the principle came out and told us Prom was over and we all had to go home.
By that time, I was feeling a little odd. Like, sick and loopy, odd. My mouth was dry, my stomach was churning, and my feet hurt like crazy. My balance was also off, and I kept leaning on Devon to keep from tumbling to the ground.
"I want to go," I whispered into his ear, my voice sounding strained. Nodding, Devon agreed, and led me over to his car, unlocking it and helping me in. After he buckled me in, he went to the other side, and got in. He buckled, and then started the car.
"You okay?" he asked, and I gave my head several large nods.
"Yeah…" I said, putting my hands over my stomach. "I just, feel kinda sick."
"Punch'll do that to you," He said, nodding as he backed up and began driving out of the parking lot. "Especially punch that's been spiked."
"Spiked?" I asked, my vision getting a little blurry. I blinked hard a few times, and my vision returned to normal. Though, now my head was aching like crazy. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," He said, concentrating on the road, "That you drank 5 large cups of punched mixed with several bottles of alcohol."
"My mom's going to kill me…" I muttered, leaning my head against the window. My head was really bothering me now. Pounding back and forth. And my stomach felt like it was being put through an earthquake, and my throat was on fire.
"She doesn't have to know," He said, driving past my house. "I won't tell if you don't tell."
"You passed my house," I said, trying to point to it, but my finger went sideways and pointed to the sky instead. "Stupid finger…" I muttered, reaching out with my other hand to grab it and pull back towards me.
"I know I passed your house," Devon said, smiling over at me. I smiled a little back, and I couldn't help but think there was a glint in his eye. "I have something special planned."
"Like another party?" I asked, my thoughts wandering. I wonder if another party would be a good idea. "I don't want to be around a lot of people."
"Just one for you and me," Devon said, reaching out to give me a quick pat. My body lurched forward with his pat, and I blinked and looked back at him.
"Jus you and me?" I asked, my words slurring. "No - no one else?"
"No one else," he said, pulling into a lone place among the trees. He turned off his car, and unbuckled himself, and then reached out and unbuckled me. My belt slid off and snapped by my ear, making me jump. His hands came to rest on my shoulders. "No need to be afraid."
"Where's the party?" I asked, looking out the window. A hand came to guide my hand back to him, and I looked at him. His eyes looked hungry, and were now looking over my body like it was a meal.
"Right here," He said, moving his head forward and kissing me roughly. His lips crushed mine with a hard force, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I coughed and tried to pull back , but his hands held me there, pushing me against the door. And then, one of those hands started to crawl underneath my dress strap and down my rib cage.
Gasping, I tried to push him away. In retaliation, he pressed his body against me, pinning me in place. My mind tried to think, but it was so hard to think...my thoughts were muddy and unclear.
Then it hit me. Jim had always taught me to hit the enemy where it hurt. And right now, his soft spot was his tongue. With a hard jerk, I bit down hard on his tongue, so hard it bled.
"Augh!" He screamed, pulling back and letting go of me. "What the hell!" He shouted, wiping a hand across his mouth. In a panic, I unlocked my door and stumbled out running into the forest at full speed.
My legs pumped and pushed me forward, my mind now racing faster as the cold air awoke me, and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I didn't care right now that my mouth tasted like blood, that my dress had a red stain on it, or that my feet were hurting with every step I took.
"Julliana!" Devon's voice called out to me, and fear spiked within me. I did not want to be near him. He'd just tried to rape me. Rape. Me. In his car, alone in the woods, while I was drunk. Jim was right, I realized he was right and I was almost raped by this jerk.
"I hate you!" I screamed into the woods, my feet pumping faster as I raced forward, dodging trees and heading to a safe place. The place I always went when I needed safety.
In my special place, I waited, unsure of where else to go. Inside my secret hideout, a place that only Jim and I knew about. It was an old bunker of some sort probably from the Third World War. It was well hidden, its entrance covered.
There was a window that I could see the outside from where I sat. My father's old blanket was around me, and I sat, my feet bleeding in my shoes, the places were he'd touched me prickling with cold.
I could see Devon's feet as he ran, searching for me. He was frantic, hoping to find me, to catch me. To trap me again, to try and touch me where I did not want to be touched. Shivering, I tried to control my breathing, and staunched the urge to puke. If I made a noise, he might find me. Curling up in a ball, I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I was back home.
I imagined myself sitting on the couch with Jim, watching an old horror movie with him. I could see us both jumping at all the right points, and then, keeping an eye out for any murderous psychos who might want to kill us. That was what I wanted to be doing - not being in here alone in hiding, and certainly not with Devon Carters.
That guy was a Douche.
Thanks for reading! I hope you all stick around for the conclusion of Julia's encounter of her Prom night, it should be posted by Monday or Tuesday.