Within minutes of walking into the party, someone else’s mouth was sucking on mine. With a drink in my hand, and his hands rubbing up and down my legs, we moved across the floor, unaware of where exactly we were going. I could feel the drink sloshing out of the cup and hitting my shoes, but boy was my mind clearing fast. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was kissing, His tongue was wrestling with mine, and for the minutes we spent together, I forgot all about my problem at hand. He slipped his tongue out of my mouth, and called out to his buff friend grinding on another girl a few feet away.
“Dude, come get in on this!”
By now, I was a little tipsy, and to say the least, my judgment was clouded. I turned straight to the other boy walking up, and shoved my tongue down his throat. Just a hint of regret pulsed through my head when I thought of the boys at the convention center. If they ever knew what I was doing, I think their opinion of me would change drastically. But, I pushed the thought to the back of my head and swore never to tell them about this night. I mean, I was just having some fun. And didn’t I deserve it after the week I’d had?
My eyes started to get foggy, and when I looked people seemed to have shadows following them. There were two of everything, and my head pulsed so bad I thought I may pass out. I steadied myself against a stool near the bar, when the buff man I had tongue wrestled with earlier walked up.
“Hey baby, me and my friends are getting outta here. You wanna come?” He winked half heartedly and held out his hand. Oh, what the hell?
I grabbed his hand and he put my arm around his shoulder to help me out of the bar. When we got outside, he unwrapped my arm from his neck and I fell straight to the ground. There would be no walking on my own. He picked me up and we headed off with his friends. The boys would kill me if they could see me right now.
In the car, my phone buzzed and Nash’s name was on the screen.
‘Where are you? We’re about to go on! Hurry Up!”
After no more than seconds of thought, I clicked ignore and the message disappeared. I slid the phone underneath my thigh to hide it, hoping my shame would go with it.
When we reached the apartment building, things got a little out of hand. What happened behind closed doors that night, was something I would never be okay to talk about.
I woke up in the morning to the throbbing of my head, and footsteps around me. I glanced around, and I was on the floor. But besides my throbbing head, my mind was clear. The reality hit me like a ton of bricks. Days before I never would have imagined myself hooking up with a random stranger, but here I was, half naked in my bra and panties, on someone’s floor, hung over and depressed.
Now that I was sober enough to see straight, I looked around the room for the man I had slept with. The only man I could find was standing in the kitchen, nose deep in the refrigerator. From the back, he looked like a buff, tan, egotistical douchebag who only wanted one thing, which apparently I had given him the night before. Please tell me I didn’t make this mistake. To make matters worse, when he turned around my worst fears were confirmed. He was exactly what he seemed.
Hearing me stir, he turned and cracked a smile. Even his smile looked awful. It was almost scary, and pedophilic. He started to walk over to me, and as he approached, my eyes never left his. He started to lift me up, and his thumbs pressed hard into my forearms.
“You up for round two baby?” His creepy smile outstretched as he winked again.
Sensing an uneasy feeling in my stomach, I started to pull away, but his grasp only tightened.
“No, no. You’re not going anywhere.” He started to rub my legs, and he moved his head into the crease of my neck. Finally bringing his face to look at me, I hocked a giant spitball and blew it in his face. Half shocked, half disgusted, he threw my arms down and brought them up to wipe his eyes. “What the fuck?!” Screaming now, I could see the rage in his eyes. This was my chance.
I found myself sprinting towards the door, with the man following close behind me. His hands wrapped around my hips, and his grip was crushing. I kicked my feet as he walked me towards the bedroom, and my heel finally connected with his nuts. Dropping me and falling to the floor, I ran again. Winding up in the spot as I had been minutes before, I slung the door open and ran down the stairs. As I was halfway down, my phone and clothes were thrown over the balcony.
“Here, take these you stupid bitch.” The man snarled and slammed the door.
Shimmying into my pants and slipping my heels on, I began my walk of shame. I walked the two blocks back to my apartment building., trying not to make direct eye contact with anyone on the way.
I had to find a way to keep this from the boys. They would never forgive me for this if they knew.
