Loving Jack

Feeling my head pulse along with the beat of the music inside the stuffy room, I decide to take a breather. I begin searching for my boyfriend so that he won’t get panicked.

I stumble into the kitchen and catch sight of his best friend, Ryan, behind the granite counter pouring himself a drink.

“Hey, Ry! Have you seen Ben anywhere? I’ve been searching for him everywhere.” I questioned.

“Yeah, I just seen him go upstairs a few minutes ago. Why, what’s wrong?” he asked, worry flashing through his bright green eyes while my smile faltered ever so slightly.

“Oh, nothing actually. I was going to let him know that I needed to step out for a bit.” I reassured him.

“Oh, okay. Yeah I’m pretty sure he went upstairs. Enjoy the rest of the party, Micky!” Ryan winked to me.

I stiffly turned on my heels in pursuit to find Ben. Something felt off. Why would he just disappear and not tell me? He has never done that before.

Before I knew it, my toe had met the bottom step and began my ascent. The haze of smoke and stench of puke making me gag slighty with each step. As I neared the first door, I heard a breathy moan as I felt myself physically cringe. Fuck, I feel bad for whoever’s bed their in, I thought. But that’s not what made me stop.

"Shit, Ben...”

I heard the enlongated moan of my boyfriend’s name and my heart momentarily stopped. Maybe there’s someone differnt whose name is Ben, I reasoned.

"Fuck, babe, just like that” I heard him groan.

My head swam as my ears started ringing. My heart ramming against my chest like a raging bull. My feet carried me towards the door and I opened it slowly and silently, taking in the scene before me.

My boyfriend with some blonde bimbo on his lap, riding in oblivion. The stark contrast in our appearances hurt me even more, knowing that he wouldn’t even be able to use the excue that he drunkenly thought it was me. The small gasp I made made his eyes snap open as he took in my appearance. Smirking, he gripped her hips, making her ride him faster. She’s a moaning mess, screaming that she’s coming. But I can’t take my eye off him. Watching his face hold that stupid smug smile as he spills himself inside her, then pulling out. I glance down and notice that he even wasn’t wearing a condom. Somehow that hurt even more than the act I witnessed.

“Get out.” He growled at the girl, not even glancing at her once, however, I did catch the shit-eating grin the skank threw my way. “Enjoy the show?” He snickered.

“Why did you do it?” I questioned, barely audible.

“Cause I was bored.” He stated as if it was obvious.

It seemed that I finally came to my senses. "YOU were BORED?! WE JUST FUCKED YESTERDAY, YOU DOUCHE!" I screamed. "I gave you EVERYTHING! How could you possibly throw it all away because you were bored?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I mean, what else do you want me to say?" He asked, completely nonchalant.

That only fueled me even more.

"WHAT DO I WANT YOU TO SAY? Hmm, I don't know something along the lines of 'I'm sorry, Mickayla. It's not my fault that I can't keep my dick in my pants' woud be absolutely lovley. God, and the fact that youre both CALM and DON'T REGRET it absolutely irks the fuck out of me. WHAT the FUCK is wrong with you?" I scream, slightly breathless.

"Listen, Micky, I just don't-" He started.

"Okay, first off, its Mickayla, as far as you're concerned. Second, I don't give a fuck about what you do or don't. I wasn't going try even try and salvage this relationship anyways. Jeez, don't tell me that you actually thought I would stay with you?" I snapped, only to be suprised to hear him sigh dejectedy. Without another word, I turned and started to glide to the door, but not before turning around and spitting, "You know, I've made a lot of mistakes, but loving you," I sighed. "Loving you was probably the biggest one."

Finally reaching the doorway, my resove and the realization of what just happened hitting me full force, a tear escaped. I hastily wiped it away, using all my energy to keep it togther at least until I reached a room farthest from the one he was in. Finding one, that was unlocked, I rushed inside and slid down the wall. I couldn't breathe, my chest felt like it was constricting. A broken sob broke through right as I was startled by a cough.

I looked up to see about five people lying leisurely arounf the room. Two girls on the bed, one guy the floor right beside it, and a guy in a chair with a girl securing herself on his lap. I immeadiately wiped my tears and stammered, "Oh, um, I-I'm s-sorry. I didn't um, I'll just go."

"No, wait!" The boy on the floor called out. The rest of the group looked just as suprised as he did. Guess he doesn't do that often. "I-I mean, well, you looked like you needed the company, so you can stay with us. This party blows anyways." He rambled on. I took a closer look at him and admired his dyed hair. He had the front dyed black and the back dyed blonde. I trailed my eyes down from his electric blue eyes, to his black nose ring, before resting on his full pink lips. He was very attractive. I wasn't going to lie. However, considered what just happened, I wasn't even close to thinking about pursuing things with him.

"So, are you gonna answer my question?" He asked grinning, with bright shining eyes.

"Oh, sorry, what was it?" I asked sheepishly.

"What's your name?" He chuckled, the sound being music to my ears.

"Oh, um Micky. Micky Johnson." I squeaked.