10 Things I Hate About Humans

Reason One

One, they're always fucking horny. Yes, I am a human. And I'm ashamed to be one. I hummed while I ride my bike to The Howlers' Club. I don't go there to hook up, I go there to get drunk and/or high. I hid my bike behind a dumpster in the alleyway next to the club. The night is young and warm. I hurried to the guard and show the extremely muscled dude my fake ID. He nodded and allowed me inside.

Laser lights flashed and lit up the dance floor. I made my way through the crowd, occasionally bumping into sweaty dancing bodies. Sometimes on purpose. I then sit at the bar and pulled out a cigarette. I ordered some sort of heavy drink. I pulled back a brown strand of hair behind my ear and puffed on my cigarette. Smoke filled the air from other smokers.

I gulped down the alcohol as a teenage boy my age sat next to me. I observed him secretly while he ordered a drink. He had curly bleach blonde hair and light brown eyes. He was evenly muscled and looked to be about my age, sixteen. I bit my lip while he sucked his drink down, too.

"I would order you a drink, but you seem busy with one." He smirked with an off michevious glint in his eyes. I smiled oddly and puffed my smoke into his face. He smirked again. "I'm Jackson." He said. I smiled sheepishly and replied, "I'm Rey." We chatted and talked about all sorts of things.

I was on my third cigarette when Jackson attempted to order me a drink. "No, I don't need another. Thanks," I argued weakly. The heavily mixed drink was getting into my system. "A doubleshot, please." We both took a shot and I was getting dizzy. He seemed perfectly fine to me.

I went to the bathroom, stumbling into people and into walls. Falling into a stall and locking it, I vomited. I continued to vomit until I was less dizzy. Feeling slightly better, I pulled my black tee down and hurried back to Jackson. He was waiting there for me with another drink. I argued for a couple mintues, not wanting another drink.

He urged me into finishing the shot and then I was done. I forked my fingers through my light brown hair and looked around. Suddenly he world was spinning around me, and colors were erupting from people's bodies. How am I high? I wondered, worried. I didn't take anything. My stomach twisted. Jackson drugged me. I had to get out of there before he did anything.

I attempted to hurry to the door, but whatever was in me kicked in. My breath smelled like vomit, and I wanted to vomit again. I leaned on a wall and Jackson was suddenly there. "Hey, Rey. Are you okay?" Jackson's voice was distant and faded. "Yeahi'mfine." I slurred.

Moments went black. And then I remembered Jackson grabbing my hand. Black. Jackson carrying me. Black. Lights flashing in my eyes. Black. Jackson's face close to mine. Black. Then I remembered him holding my hand, leading me up the stairs that lead to the hotel above, which was also run by the club.

Black. I reached out and touched Jackson's bare back. It was warm and my hand tingled after. Black. I couldn't struggle, and everything was a game. My sight was fuzzy. Black. Jackson unzipped my jeans. Black.