Heartbreak At Motel 7!

Chapter 9

Content Warning:
Mentions of substance abuse.
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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I unfortunately have no elegant way from presenting this information to you.

So, please, allow me to phrase this in the most simple way that I can: Jayden's party was fucking nuts.

I remember getting ready that night, trying to soothe out my clothes and correct my hair.
My body was doing one thing but my thoughts was elsewhere.

My hands were moving, working to make sure that I looked presentable, or at least hot enough to have someone hit on me. Simultaneously, my brain was in full overthinking mode.

I hated to admit that my stomach was swirling in a mixture of nervousness and last-minute regrets.
Unfortunately, with my friends you could never pull out of plans unless you were basically dying. Okay that's a bit dramatic, but you understand the sentiment.

It gets tiring every now and then, since I don't necessarily have the best social battery.

W̶a̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶r̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶n̶'̶t̶?̶

I took a deep breath, a pathetic attempt to calm my nerves. I attempted to convince myself of something that clearly wasn't true.

I told myself, 'Surely everything that I had ever heard about Jayden's parties were just over exaggerated. There's no way people fall off of rooftops and lick cocaine off of each others faces, just as the rumours had suggested?'

I shivered at the thought.
There was no way I would ever lick anything off of anyone, especially not someone that does hardcore drugs.

As I sprayed perfume on my wrists, Vera's accusations lurked in my mind.
Was I really doing everything just for the sake of having the "full teenage experience"?

̶S̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶a̶s̶ ̶w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶i̶r̶l̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶g̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶l̶a̶t̶e̶r̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶.̶ ̶

Whatever.
It didn't matter at the time.
The party had started about 2 hours ago and I was ready to go.
Marsha was the one that suggested we arrive "fashionably late."
Apparently being punctual wasn't cool, or something.

I'll spare you the ever-so-boring details about how I snuck out (again) and of because I'm nice, I'll even spare you the details of Theo having the "sex talk" with Marsha and I.
Or, no, I will tell you!
If I had to experience it, you have to hear about it.

I sat up front while he drove, leaned back into the seat but with both hands on the steering wheel.
I noted the duality of his positioning. Laid back to make him look relaxed, but hands firmly grasped around the wheel as if it was gonna run away from him. Okay.
Marsha sat at the back. Her phone sat between her shoulder and ear while her hands occupied a mirror and lip gloss.

"Dude, I told you we'll be there!" Marsha spoke into the phone, rolling her eyes, "Get off my clit. You know this party isn't ending until morning."

I decided not to point out the fact that I told her we should be there on time.

Theo ignored Marsha and looked at me.
"Charlie." His voice was stern, "Be safe tonight, okay?"
I looked back at him, "Of course."
He nodded, "If anything happens, Use protection."
There was an awkward pause.
He continued, "If they look wasted, or their dick is red with bumps, or there aren't condoms, just stop. You know, That sorta thing."
I grimaced.