The Only Exception
Five
I wanted to look good; after all, I was going out with a senior to who knows where, probably a party. I wore a black dress and a sparkly belt. I put my hair in a long ponytail with two strands hanging down on each side of my face. I had fake diamonds in my ears because I obviously can’t afford real ones. I put on some shiny black heels and put on my make-up. Done.
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He came at exactly seven o’clock, and that was a relief considering I had already been ready for two hours.
I kissed Luke on the head and told him to be safe. I didn’t exactly trust Austin, but for tonight I would have to. Drew’s red convertible was parked outside my house. I walked up to it and saw Drew leaning on the side of his car. He was wearing jeans and a Hollister tee.
“Wow…you look…sexy,” said Drew.
“Oh, um. Thank you,” I said, “So where are we going?”
“A party.”
“Where?”
“Mike Wrangle’s place.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I had never heard of Mike Wrangle, but oh well. I was ready to have fun. Drew opened my door for me like a gentleman and shut it once I got in. It was only a minute down the street. I wouldn’t be surprised if you could here the loud music from my house. When we got there, Drew led me to the dance floor, which was mostly everywhere. The music was so loud I thought my ears were going to explode.
“Bottoms Up” came on and my back was to Drew, our bodies rubbing against each other to the beat of the music. I had only done this a couple of times so I couldn’t tell if I was a good dancer or not. His hands were wrapped tightly around my waist. He ripped the elastic out of my hair and stuck a strand behind my ear. He leaned into me from the side until our lips met and we kissed. It felt wrong, especially after my best friend had warned me about him. I tried to undo his hands from around my waist, but he kept them there.
“Why are you pulling away?” he asked over the loud music, “You thirsty?”
“Yeah,” I lied.
Truth was, I just wanted to leave. He took my hand and led me to the kitchen.
“Want some pineapple vodka?” he asked.
I had never tried it before, but I didn’t care what it was, so I just nodded. I was too thirsty to care. He smiled and handed me a glass. I looked up at him, unsure of myself.
“It’s okay,” he said, “Drink it.”
I took a sip and felt like spitting it out, but I didn’t. I painfully swallowed the bitter tasting drink down my throat. At least my mouth wasn’t as dry as it had been. I felt a little dizzy, but the glass was empty now, so Drew tugged me back to the dance floor. I really wanted to go home.
He turned me so we were face-to-face, still swaying to the music. His lips crushed around mine, his tong moving inside my mouth, tracing my lips. I’m not going to lie; he was a hell of a good kisser. I didn’t pull away; but it still felt wrong and definitely not romantic at all. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and led me though the crowd.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“We’re gonna have fun,” said Drew.
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