College night was nothing but a waste of recycled oxygen. In every corner you'd find people buried and digging, bodies dry humped against walls and young ladies half naked being the biggest teases this small town has ever seen. So needless to say I was rather hesitant to answer when Becki wanted to go. I love Becki, don't get me wrong; we've been friends since before I can really even remember, probably the third grade, but we are just far far opposites. Becki's got redish auburn curly hair and mines just ratty and brown. Her hair is thick but not too thick while mine has this nappy way of never laying down. There are days when I can fix it, which luckily for me, is often enough [not to mention today]... But Becki can just roll out of bed, put sweats on and look fantastic. Maybe she's not as lucky as I think, maybe I'm just jealous?
"Briana, it's not going to kill you to come out with me," even her voice was cute on the phone.
"It could quite easily kill me. I could end up somewhere in the moshpit where everyone's doing the nasty, and get hit in my head and go to the hospital with a terrible concussion and next thing you know, you're staring at an open casket with my horribly makeup'd face not looking back at you."
"Oh my good God, you are one demented fucker!"
"Thank you."
"I'll pick you up around 9?"
"Make it 9:30ish because I'll have to fix my hair and I don't get off work til around 8."
"Kay, it's set. Bye sweetie!"
"Bye Beck."
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When I walked through the doors it made me nauseous on sight. Just as I predicted, a fucking sweatshop with insecure little girls running rampant and advantage taking assholes against walls or on the prowl. I wish I wasn't so observant because I wouldn't have seen him. I would have completely avoided the biggest mistake of my potentially young life, but yet I didn't, I knew he'd be there.
"Hey Bri!" He stopped dead cold in his tracks when he saw me and ran up to me like a gay guy waiting for a huge hug and maybe even a kiss on the cheek? I was seriously sickened.
"Hi Alex."
"That's it, that's all I get? After all we've been through?"
"Yeah, well, what can I say Alex, we went through a lot I didn't really appreciate?"
"Oh shut up, the sex was wonderful."
"Wonderful? I wouldn't category it as that. Good? Yes. Wonderful? Not quite," I said making my way up to the bar. A wonderful mixed drink was made here by the name of 'Jen,' & I had every intention of getting a few, especially after a couple of Long Islands.
"What's with the shot below the belt?"
"What's with fucking my best friend while we were 'together'?"
"Ohhh, that's what this is about? You still aren't over that?"
"Nope, in fact I'm a little more bitter than I used to be."
"Well congratulations, you are offically the biggest grudge-holding bitch I've ever met."
"Why don't you say that to my face?"
"I might throw my back out bending over."
"Alex I've heard that a few times, coming from you nonetheless, and amazingly it still doesn't hurt my feelings. I'm pretty sure I've been short all my life. At least I'm not freakishly tall. Or maybe I'm not that short, maybe you're just far too tall."
I grabbed my drink and went into "the pit" to find Becki.
"Well maybe you should go get back onto that scale! I don't think that drink is quite right for weight watchers you fucking bitch!" Alex called out from the bar.
I used to be bigger. Maybe not horribly huge, but I was about 200lbs when I last weighed myself. I'm not ashamed of it, maybe a little insecure, but embarassed? Definitely not. I won't lie, that was somewhat of a stab to the back of my heart because he was one of the only people whom I took the time out to explain things to.
"Where were you for that?" I asked Becki once I found her, grinding heavily against this nerdy looking kid with amazing muscles.
"For what?" She asked leaning away from him a bit. Nerdboy pulled her back in and she giggled, sighing into his ear to master the passion that was her.
"I had a run-in with Alex!" I called out over the music.
"Alex?" She asked with a confused look on her face. All I did was raise was eyebrow after rolling my eyes a bit. "Ohhhh, Alex! How is that kid?"
"A bigger prick than before," I shouted.
"Is that humanly possible?" She asked as she clutched her ass against his jeans a bit harder.
"Apparently so."
"Well go dance lady, 22 won't last forever. Eventually you'll be leatherbound with wrinkles all over, nab one now. Jesus you need to get laid. When was the last time?"
"About a year ago..." I trailed off trying not to look at her face. She leaned forward and grabbed my head and gave me a disapproving stare. "Okay fine, a couple years, but it's not like sex is the only thing that keeps people going."
"In this town it is."
She was right.
I attempted to make my way to the outskirts of college night's finest, hoping to find a normal person who hated this as much as I did.
"Woahhhh Alexxx! Damn you grew up!" I heard the shreiking voice coming from somewhere behind me, muffling into the music, but not enough.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I do a few pushups now and then, check this out." I could only imagine what he was doing. Probably lifting the sleeve of his tight shirt up just bit in order to puff up women magnent, his "babies," as he liked to refer to them as.
"Wow!! How have you..."
Between my fervent pace and the thickness of the music it all rushed into nothing. I went back to the bar instead of searching for someone, I wasn't in the mood for someone anymore. I was in the mood for a shot, maybe even two of them.
"What'll you have deary?" The bartender was cute but looked really aggressive.
"Um just give me a shot of something, don't tell me what it is or what I'm paying for yet, just start a tab and find me when the night ends, I'll be the drunken idiot in the middle of the dance floor shoveling out money to anyone who walks by."
"A shot? Coming right up. Just do me a favor and don't get too drunk, I don't want to kick you out of here." He flashed a quick smile and I smiled back, hoping a tiny glass was going to appear before me. And what do you know it did!
After three shots, another Long Island and one lovely done Jen, the bartender, Steven and myself were becoming life long friends.
"I just don't understand! I mean I didn't do anything wrong to him, I cared about him, I, no you have to listen to this! I liked him so much and Ali was my best friend andddd, haha why aren't you listening? Ali was my best friend and he fucked her, in my bed."
"Any man like that is a tramp Briana, and I wouldn't look at him twice. You need a man, not a child."
"Agreed!" A strange voice and body heat was making its way in my direction. I turned to my right to see a rather lovely looking young man sitting next to me.
"Chip," he said, offering me his hand, "McGyver."
"HIIIIIIIIII!" I whined, putting my hand in his.
Steven leaned over the bar, "She's Briana Keys."
"Thanks man, I can take it from here."
I could faintly hear Alex in the crowd, he always was a loud mouth.
"So Briana Keys, wanna stop spinning long enough to have a quick fuck?"
"Excuse me?"
"Yeah, I seen you eye-balling me from a distance. I mean don't get me wrong, I know my money catches a lot of eyes, but that's not the eye you were giving me. So how bout it?"
I started laughing, I'm not sure when but I heard it crackling off my tongue. My new friend Chip chuckled a few times, not sure whether or not what he said was funny.
"Uhhhm, if you honestly think that I'm that kind of girl you're craz-" Then I felt it. I felt the vomit climbing up my throat. I knew I shouldn't have had that third shot, or that grilled chicken salad.
"Are you gonna hurl? Cause if you are I need to know, you can't spew on my shoes dude."
"Yeah dude, I think I might." I managed to geek out.
He helped me towards the bathroom making sure my mouth was aimed far away from him. Still Alex's voice was in the distance, maybe a bit closer now, but there, and in a sense it was comforting, but in another it was even more sickening.
"I can take it from here." I growled at him, pushing my way into the bathroom, pink stelletos in hand.
"I'm sure you can, you're a big girl, you can probably take a lot. How about you try nine inches out?"
I could only stare at him. Disbelief was running through my veins. Nine inches? Was this kid seriously trying to tell me his dick was nine inches? I mean, Al was definitely up there, but not nine inches. And disbelief again. Where does this kid get off talking to me like this? I didn't even want to be here. Becki dragged me along and I offically hated her for that. Where was Becki?
The feeling to throw up subsided and Alex's voice was still close and I knew it, only his voice was silent and I could just faintly feel is presence. Chip pulled out a mint and placed it in my mouth, I sucked on the mint before he took his hand out. I knew this was probably some sort of mechanism for him to test whether my head would be good enough to fit his needs later on in the night.
"Mmmm, yum!" I shouted, feeling much better now that I could breathe. "Must've been the smoke," I said.
Chippy gave me the craziest look. "The smoke must've made me sick, that's all."
I rested there against the bathroom wall, his pelvis glued to mine, when the echoing of Fergie came on.
"Oh my God this is my SONGG! Let's go dance!" I shouted in the empty bathroom.
"Let's do a different dance." He said, stroking my hair and pulling it away from my neck.
"No really, this is a good song-" our lips melted together long enough for me to shut up.
"This is a good dance." He muttered.
He pulled at the string on my top, hoping that easy access was going down tonight, but it wasn't. I pushed my hand up as my head rushed with anticipation, anxiety and alcohol. I wasn't about to do the dirty with this kid, or was I?
He pushed my hand out of the way and held both of them behind my back against the wall. He pulled harder on the string and my top came undone. Chip stripped it off me as I kissed against him harder.
"Mmm, you taste like minty sugar."
"Whatever," I said grinding my wetness into his crotch.
