"Hey, Jen, you going to Matt's party tonight?" Maggie shreaks as she walks up behind me.
It's now February and every year and, Matt, one of the most popular boys in school, throws a Valentine's Day party, "You mean the one he throws every year that has more alcohol and sex that anyone one person can conjure up?" I answer, "No, thanks.'
" Jen, come on, you drink."
"Only around my friends when I'm super stressed."
"It's our senior year and you need to have fun."
"What about the sex part?"
"Well, you're perfectly capable of saying no. You're still a virgin, so, you're doing something."
Desperate for another excuse, I add, "What if my dad asks where I'm going? I don't have an aliby, Mag."
"Don't give me that bullshit, Jenson Rose, we're going to the movies tomorrow anyway, just say you're spending the night with me."
It's useless arguing with her and it shouldn't be be a big deal, so I agree and tell her I'll be at her house at 6.
I get to Maggie's house at 5:59. She greets me at the door and we go straight to her room, where I put my overnight bag on the bed and start getting my accessories out.
An hour later, I look in the mirror, my medium length, blonde hair is curled, sitting just below my shoulders and my make-up looks just right. So Maggie starts on herself.
"Thanks for fixing me up, Maggie."
"You're sooo welcome."
When we get to the party, I get ditched after 15 minutes. I knew it would happen, Maggie is the type that likes to mingle. I give up on finding her 45 minutes in and go out to the back patio.
"What are you doing out here all alone?" I nearly I'm"p out of the chair when a deep voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn around to see Josh, Matt's best friend. He's a senior with me. He's your average pretty-boy: tall, gorgeous, popular. The heartbreaker.
"I'm trying to avoid people. Why are you out here? I figured you'd be the center of attention in there."
"I am, that's why I'm here. I hate when the hang over me like I'm a piece of meat."
"I thought you liked being chased after?"
"No, ma'am. No fun in that, they all chase me."
"So... What? You keep running instead of telling them to back off?"
"If that's how you see it," he laughs, "mind if I join you?"
"Uhm.. I was actually about to go find Maggie to get her to take me home."
"She's drunk, I see that you've had to two beers, and I'm sober; plus, my truck is here. How bout we just go somewhere so you don't go home with a buzz?"
"No, thank you though."
"Come on, why not?"
"No offense, but you're not the type that I trust."
"You're a player, Josh."
"That's stereotypical. It hurts that you think that of me." He places his hand over his heart like he's been stabbed. "Why don't let me change your mind?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I know you want to."
"Please, it's not like I'm going to hurt you."
After to more minutes of his obnoxious begging, I sigh and say, "Fine, but I know how to protect myself."
"I'm sure you do, Jenson, I'm sure you do."