Darkness Is All Around Us
What is darkness? Some people define it as an absence of light, while others define it as an unseen evil force. When some people picture darkness, they think of nights and how beautiful the moon and stars look in the sky. To some people, darkness is formidable and ominous, and some just ignore it all together. What is it about the darkness that can be so alluring though?
While some try to live life in the light, they either ignore the darkness or they fight it tooth and nail. They may crave the sunlight and all of the goodness and may become depressed during bad weather conditions. They always try to smile, and some of them ignore the pains of other people. Some of them are all wrapped up in their own little worlds that the things going on outside cannot penetrate their happiness. They are seekers of light.
Darkness has a lot of different meanings and it can be interpreted in a multitude of ways. Its definition stretches from without light to mysterious and secretive. It’s a versatile word and in my case, it applies to the mystery and to pure evil itself. How did I come to accept the darkness in myself when I couldn’t in others? I guess different people have their own interpretations of evil and darkness.
Then there are those of us that accept our darkness. Murderers, rapists, child molesters are just at the tip of the iceberg. While it’s true that those of us that accept darkness is not as good as some people, there is still a little hope left in us. Some of us turned to darkness through extenuating circumstances and others of us just enjoy the high of doing something bad. While I don’t believe we are born one way or the other, I think certain things in our life pave the way for greatness or a descent into darkness.
Well, for the longest time my definition of darkness was the distance I was away from God. I felt every little thing I did wrong was pulling me further and further away. I struggled to try and stay close, and I struggled to try and do the right thing. I hated thinking I disappointed Him, and I hated thinking I could rot for things I did. I underestimate His love and forgiveness even today.
Have you ever looked at a flame on a candle? Have you noticed there is no shadow? That’s because where there is pure light, darkness cannot reach it. Light has no darkness, people who are the opposite of light, cast shadows everywhere. Whether it’s intentional or not, we cast shadows if we are successful or if we are low on the totem pole.
Is darkness all around us? My answer is yes it’s around us and inside us. Are people that make mistakes evil? I don’t think so. I think if you make mistakes and you’re trying to do the right things; you are not evil.
Not only do we keep secrets but they also keep us. Secrets can be the downfall of a family or a country. What secrets do you keep? I could tell you all about my secrets, but that would defeat the purpose. I have to let something be a mystery.
Have you ever kept a secret about an attempted murder? I know I have. What about a drug ring? I’ve done a little bit of that too. What are the true reasons behind why we keep the secrets we keep?
What isn’t a secret is the fact that I was a daddy’s girl and I was a little spoiled. I believed in hard work but I certainly wasn’t above boasting about whatever expensive item my dad bought for me. I was a carefree girl who had nothing to worry about except what college I may go to. I also was a little insecure and I had some confidence issues but I put on a good face. You have to when you’re popular.
My name is Selena Rei Rogers, and this is my story of how I descended to the darkest place I have ever been in. I have seen many disturbing things, so please, if you’re soft-hearted; this may not be a tale for you. I have seen plague, murder, rape, and I have helped with it. But for right now, you don’t need to know any of that, you need to know what I am telling you.
I have seen things that would give nightmares nightmares. I have faced death threats and come out victorious. The life I lived for several years is enough to make a sane person lose their mind. I lost myself and I had to work hard to find who I was again. I've never experience so much shame, loss, fear, and rejection and managed to stay top side.
When I say I have never, I mean never, ever, ever, ever have I felt so much all at once.
I was just an average girl with a loving stay at home mother and a father who worked all hours of the day. I had dreams of becoming a doctor and saving lives because my life was saved by one. I never even got the chance to shadow a doctor or do my CPR training. I have a sister who is twenty years old and it seems like she has everything figured out. I’m just a little envious of her.
She has no idea about that though.
So, at lunch one day, my sister decided to stop by and visit for a bit. Her long red hair and dazzling blue eyes were easy to spot in the sea of people. She was a dancer while she was here, and she half expected me to live out her legacy. I wasn’t built like a dancer, so I decided to take another route. She was happy for me, and I was glad I didn’t let her down.
“So, Lena, how’s your day going?” Zoey asked.
“Same old, same old. Getting ready to go to practice here in a little while,” I answered.
“Best not eat too much, I would hate for you to get sick during practice,” Zoey said, uninterested.
I sat back in my chair and sat my fork down. When I got agitated I would often play with my hair. Zo knows this.
“I know. I am only eating a small salad,” I retorted.
Zoey smiled at me with her pearly white teeth.
“I don’t see how you like to play so rough. You are a good defensive player,” Zoey said, happily.
“You either play hard or go home,” I laughed.
“Right on,” Zoey said.
Zoey flipped her hair behind her ear. It didn't take long for a couple of strands to slither back in front of her face covering her eyes. She then tried to blow it out of her face, which resulted in her hair looking frizzy. She started filling me in on college life and how high school was easy. I was often her person she ranted and complained to.
We talked about boys at both of our schools. Her gorgeous boyfriend, Riley, was taking her to a party tonight. I could tell she was smitten with him, and he seemed to adore my sister. I had to admit most boys loved Zoey, no one really glanced my way. I wasn’t completely unfortunate looking, but my sister had this amazing charisma that people just flocked to her; it was hard to explain and I really didn’t think about it much.
“Oh, have you talked to Willow or Ryan about the concert?” Zoey said.
I squirmed in my seat uncomfortably, which my ever observant sister noticed. She set both of her hands on the table and looked at me expectantly.
“No, I have to give Willow back our favorite movie The Nanny Diaries so that I won’t forget it. Ryan has my book The Shining, you know, by Stephen King?” I told her.
“I know about the book, you nerd,” she teased.
“I’m so not a nerd,” I said defending myself.
“You are the nerd that likes reading weird books like that, loves Harry Potter, superheroes, magic and monsters, mythologies, the colors red and green. You even have all A’s, so, therefore; you are so a nerd,” Zoey said.
“How did you know I loved Harry Potter? I’m a closet Harry Potter fan!” I hissed.
“I live with you, or do you forget that?” she teased more.
“Whatever, just don't tell anyone that information,” I said getting up to walk away.
"Anyway, have you started looking at medical programs or have you been too focused on school for that?" she asked
"I am pretty interested in Harvard. I need to do some shadowing this summer so that I know what I'm getting into." I said.
"Why do you want to be a doctor anyway? I figured if you took that route you'd at least do sports medicine," she said.
"I want to help people, Zo, and not just athletes. Professional athletes get paid more money than teachers and they have so many endorsements and enough ego to last a lifetime. I want to truly help people that need it. It'd be a humbling opportunity," I said.
"Athletes can help people, and plus you could save their careers. The world needs their athletes," Zoey said.
"I have thought about it. I want to inspire people. If I can't actually practice medicine, I would love to teach it. I want to inspire some person that it's about saving lives not making a ton of money," I continued.
"I know you like the idea of saving the world, but that's a little idealistic for my tastes," Zoey said.
"A doctor saved my life, Zo. I could have very well died from taking in too much water. Do you know that I still hate the idea of learning how to swim?" I asked.
"I had forgotten about that. Wasn't Ryan the one holding you underwater to see how long you could hold your breath?" she asked me.
"Yeah, that jerk. I was given a second chance, and you know how rare second chances are. So I want to give someone a second or third chance to change someone else's life," I said.
"Okay, okay. Enough with the heavy," she said.
"Hey, did you know Jennifer Lopez was coming to Cali? You should score some tickets," I said.
"I don't have the money. I did score some tickets for you, Ryan, Willow, and I to take part in an Octoberfest type thing. Horror movie marathon!" She said.
"Do we have to dress up?" I asked.
"Yes!" she said.
"Do you know what we should do? I should dress up as a dancer and you dress up like a basketball player! Because that's the opposite of what we are," I said.
Zoey pushed her curled hair behind her ears, but one bang slithered back in front of her eyes. That one bang was always stubborn, it's a wonder she hasn't cut it off.
"I was thinking more along the lines of female rockstars but it's whatever we decide. We have a month to figure it out," she said.
I looked at the clock in the cafeteria and decided it was time to start mini preparations for practice. I pulled my blond hair back in a ponytail and put in some bobby pins to hold the tiny wisps in place. I hated my overly frizzy hair.
“Hey, who are you taking to the concert? I’m sure Ryan would loooove to go with you,” she winked.
“I’m taking Willow. Dad only paid for one room,” I said.
“Well, you haven’t got a lot of time to inform her,” Zoey reminded me.
“I know,” I grumbled.
Zoey leaned in over the table and put one hand up to her mouth like she was telling me a secret she didn't want anyone to hear.
“I personally think you should take Ryan. You two could use some alone time, like seriously," Zoey said.
The words were like a slap across my face.
"I'm not into Ryan like that and you know it. He knows it too, he just chooses not to listen to me," I huffed.
“I better head off back to school. I have school work to do and a party to attend,” she said in a sophisticated manner.
“I’ll see you later, Zo, don’t party too hard,” I said.
“I party hard? Never,” Zoey said while she acted offended.
I nodded. Then the lunch bell rang, signaling the end of lunchtime. I hugged my sister goodbye and headed out of the cafeteria. I had a few minutes before practice before our big game later that day. Coach Rhea was likely to be relentless.
But right now I had a concert to plan for. I just so happened to see my black-clad friend Willow running to class.
“Willow!” I yelled.
She merely just nodded in my direction.
“I got us tickets to go see Three Days Grace!! Can you believe it? We will have the whole suite to ourselves!” I squealed.
I could see excitement flicker in her eyes, but she refused to show it.
“Hardcore! When do we leave?” she asked trying to mask her excitement.
“We leave tomorrow after the game,” I answered her.
Her shoulders slumped a little bit at not being able to leave earlier.
"Good. Then maybe we can catch a movie. Or go to a bar, you know we have those stupid fake I.D.s. It'd be nice to finally use them. Are you going to go to Aria's party on Monday? It's supposed to be a rager," Willow babbled.
"No, I have some reading to do for English," I said.
"What and miss out on booze and dancing?" she asked.
"I'll have to see how I feel after our trip," I said.
I looked over at Willow and her dyed black hair was an unkempt mess. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, and it looked like she may have blow dried her hair without brushing it. So I knew something serious had to be going on. I just had to find out what.
"Will, you look a little unwell today. Is everything okay?" I asked.
She stopped walking completely and looked at me like she had seen a ghost. She ran her fingers through her hair frantically and pulled out her compact mirror and gasped. She looked back at me and began to explain.
"I haven't slept. I think someone's been watching me, but it isn't for very long," she said.
"Why would someone be watching you?" I asked again.
"I'm not exactly sure," she answered.
"Well, maybe Tuesday you should stay with me. You know it's my turn to host the book club," I said.
"I had forgotten about the book club! What were we reading again?" she asked.
"Murder on the Orient Express," I said.
"Agatha Christie. I have time to read it. I gotta go!" she said as she ran off.
We were both super excited to go on a trip that was unchaperoned! How cool was that going to be? I mean not many girls our age got to go across the country to Georgia for a concert with their best friend. It’s like my dad was testing to see whether or not I was responsible to handle something this huge on my own. Maybe I wouldn’t let him down.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. Our practice went as well as expected and I could only pray that our game went as good as it did. If not, I hated to think what practice would be like on Monday after I got back from my super awesome weekend. It would be time to pull out the fake I.D’s if we felt like partying after the concert. Chances were I would leave it at home, and forget I ever even had one.
Willow and I had decided a couple of years ago we would be rebels and get fake identities. We have never used them, and honestly, we probably never would. We didn’t’ really party like the rest of our class did, but we did have our own kind of clean fun. We liked to play board and card games, watch movies (good or stupid it didn’t matter), we loved to play the Wii, and Willow even helped me practice. We even liked to compete (even if it was not a real competition or a remotely close race) with our friend, Ryan, at motocross.
Even though we have our real driver’s licenses, we still had our fake ones. We always thought we would try to go to a bar and try our hands at real men instead of these little boys at our school. They were so immature, but then thinking about flirting with an old man grossed us out. So we decided we had better stick with guys our own age. Or more importantly, we chose to just hang out with Ryan and ignore the other guys.
So, as game time got closer and closer, my nerves were roaring louder than a lion. I knew college scouts would be coming from all over to watch me play. I know I am not a senior, but my skills have given me a bit of attention from colleges already. I was really looking into Ivy League schools since my primary focus was medicine. No, it wasn’t sports medicine, I wanted to be an orthopedic surgeon one day.
Now, it’s game time and I hope I have prepared my team well enough to compete with one of the best schools in the state. We entered the court and the first string players were getting ready to be introduced.
"Welcome everyone to this evening's special event. We have your very own Knights against the Tigers! Who's going to prevail? Will the Knights pull out another win thanks to their star player Selena or will they go home empty handed?"
The crowd was going crazy. Tigers fans wanted their team to win so they were throwing stuff at us as we were getting ready to be introduced. Our fans were classy enough not to pull a stunt like that. They showed the Tigers respect.
“Aria Bradley, power forward!”
“Ivy Smith, shooting guard!”
“Danielle Martin, small forward!”
“Ashley McKnight, center!”
“Selena Rogers, captain and point guard!”
My girls were looking nervous and I tried to reassure them. Ivy was the tallest player so she was going to jump for the ball. The ball was up...and Ivy got the hit! She managed to tip the ball to Aria (as planned) and off we went. Aria managed to get the ball to me and I scored the first basket.
If only the rest of the game had gone as simple as the first quarter. This team was good and I mean good. We may have won the first quarter, but the rest of the time it was a struggle to keep up with them. They may have scored five baskets before we were able to score one. This is our last minute, our last chance to do something to at least get us up two points, and Ivy has the ball.
“Ivy, I’m open! Pass the ball!” Aria yelled.
I watched as Ivy looked back and forth and tried to charge in.
“Ivy pass the ball! Aria is open!” I yelled.
Ivy shook her head and chose not to listen to me, which made me angry real quick. She tried to charge in and score but the buzzer rang and the game was over. We all lined up and shook hands on the way to the locker room, and I was glad we were able to show some semblance of good sportsmanship. How could Ivy take away our chance to beat this team? How could she do this to the team?
I’ll spare you the details of what the coach had to say to us. It wasn’t good, and it wasn’t nice and it wasn't at all encouraging. We left the gym with our tails tucked between our legs and disappointment written on our faces. The only thing I had to look forward to now was the trip to Georgia with Willow. I even thought about making Ryan a stowaway.
"Ry, we will see you Sunday when we get back," Willow yelled at him.
"Be careful, ladies, there are crazy drivers out there," he said, half seriously.
Ryan was walking to his car with his keys at the ready. He barely stopped to properly talk to us. Which was kind of weird.
"I'm driving so you know I'll be careful," I said.
Willow and I left later that night headed to Georgia. I drove because honestly, Willow drives like a madman. We danced to music and she took a few sips out of a vodka bottle she brought with her for us to drink. The only problem, I was driving. This was my first unchaperoned trip so I wanted to dry drugs, drinking, and anything else I could think of while I was here for the weekend.
When we arrived, we went straight to the concert. The band was as awesome as ever, and I didn't have to worry about being disappointed at not trying any drugs. We were taken so high by whatever the crowd was using we didn't think we would ever come back down. We sang at the top of our lungs and we even took our shirts off and threw them at the band. It truly was a wicked night.
When we got back to the hotel room, we had crashed a little from our high. I was a little groggy but I would live. Willow looked like she was going to go into withdrawals. I tried to watch TV while she tried to read a book, and it didn't go all that well. We played board games instead so that our active minds might have a chance at slowing down sometime that night, after all, we had to get some rest for the trip back.
The very long drive home was silent. Willow slept most of the way back and I had to turn on the cold air and blare music just to stay awake. I was ready to get home and rest before we had to go to school tomorrow. The thoughts of the punishments Coach Rhea has probably thought up for us haunted me. Then there is the chance I am overthinking things.
So I decided to relax and it didn't seem like a long time until I was at Willow's house. We jumped out of the car and grabbed her luggage out of the car. We said our goodbyes and I turned the car in the direction of my house. I just knew my family was going to be happy to see me after I've been gone all weekend. What awaited me inside my house was total anarchy.
"Selena Rei Rogers, why on earth did you think it was okay to take off your shirt at a concert?" my mom screeched.
"Mom, I wasn't in my right mind. The crowd was using drugs and they affected me. I'm sorry," I stuttered.
"If you want to be taken seriously as a doctor you need to act seriously now," my dad chimed in.
"Guys, Lena is only going to be young once. This isn't going to ruin her career," Zoey said instantly taking my side.
"That may be true but decisions she makes now can have serious consequences for her future. You may not understand that, Zoey, because your reputation is already tarnished. She needs to be more mindful of her actions," my mom said.
"My reputation is not tarnished! Those rumors about me and those old guys paying me for sex were not true! I didn't sleep with them and you know it!" Zoey yelled.
"Still, wrong place wrong time. Selena needs to be mindful of what she does and who is watching her," my mom continued.
"Yes, mama," I said as I watched Zoey hold back sobs.
I felt bad for her because she had only really been with two guys. Those guys were harassing her, and when she didn't give them what they wanted, they started a nasty rumor about her. No one takes her seriously at school and they are into slut-shaming her. I was angry at mom for mentioning that because it was very clear Zo was being bullied over it. Zoey just never says anything because she tries to be the strong one.
"Luckily this isn't something that could permanently stain your reputation," my dad said.
"Now, go get dressed. Zo promised Ryan we would make it to his motocross race," my mom said as I hung my head in shame at dishonoring the family.
Zoey drove me to the motocross track in silence and we took our spots close to the winner's circle. There was no doubt in our minds that Ryan would win. He may be lanky and handsome, but everyone forgot about that as soon as he stepped onto a track. It's not about how you look, it's about how you ride. It's about going for the gold even if nothing's at stake.
Our school didn't support motocross as a serious sport like football, so they had to get funding from a local track. It's better this way, our guys and girls can compete against some of the best riders in the state. So as I watched them preparing themselves for the race, I felt anxious. I didn't realize Ryan's archnemesis, Sage Maxwell, was competing. Ryan was going to have to race to the best of his ability if he wanted to beat Sage.
The gate goes down...and they're off! There is nothing like watching guys on their 250s race around a dirt track. There's a true adrenaline rush to it, and it makes you feel like you are part of the action. Sage had taken an early lead and it didn't look like he was going to lose it. Ryan was trying to pass him on the inside, but Sage was cutting him off at every turn.
It's almost like Sage knew what Ryan was going to do before Ryan knew it. Sage had obviously spent enough time watching Ryan race to know all of his tricks and tactics. Then all of the sudden smoke started to emerge from Sage's bike. He kept looking around as if someone was going to help him, but no one could. He pulled off to the side of the track and Ryan raced ahead.
Ryan, not having noticed Sage's problems, raced across the finish line. When he looked back and saw Sage's bike practically on fire and no one would stop so Sage could safely escape. The riders who hadn't finished the race were trying to come in the earliest places they could. I could see by the look on Ryan's face he was distraught at the way he had won the race, and he dashed off to go help out Sage. Ryan sped back through the track, tripping up the riders still racing, and stopped in front of Sage.
Without a word, Sage hopped onto the back of the bike and Ryan was off again. As Ryan crossed the finish line again and they hopped off the bike, I expected a fight. Sage turned and gave Ryan a hug and congratulated him on the win, and turned to walk away. My dad stopped him and invited him out to eat with us and Ryan. My dad wanted to congratulate Ryan on the win, but he hated how Sage lost.
"So, my ladies, what's up?" Ryan asked as he slung his arms around Zoey and me.
"Nothing, nerd, can you let me go now?" Zoey said, good-naturedly.
"You wound me," he said, acting offended.
"Seriously, Ryan, we don't want sweat and dirt all over us," I said.
He completely let go of Zoey and wrapped me in his arms, smearing the dirt all over my dress.
"Ryan! You jerk!" I laughed.
"We all know you don't mind getting down and dirty, Selena," Sage laughed.
"At least she plays clean," a new voice said.
Oh, that voice haunted my dreams.
"Rowen," I whispered to Ryan.
"Ro Hanson, what are you up to? Why don't you join us for supper?" Ryan extended an invitation to my crush.
"Of course. I would enjoy that," Rowen said.
If I could have beat Ryan, I would have. As we walked to some high society restaurant my dad insisted we eat at, I noticed Rowen watching me with Ryan. Was he jealous? Rowen had never shown much interest in any girls at school mostly due to his own standards being so ridiculously high. But really, there is no such thing as having high standards for potential relationships.
Dad managed to know everyone's orders, making snap decisions for Rowen and Sage. No one argued. My dad was a power suit, power tie, power grip kind of guy that no one wanted to make mad. So if they didn't like the food he picked out, no one said a word. We ate and laughed at each other.
"I wonder how he knew what I liked to eat," Rowen whispered in my ear.
"Your dad is a cop and my dad is a lawyer, so they probably talk about us," I whispered back.
At that moment I had no idea how right I was.
"You have no idea how cops feel about lawyers do you?" he laughed.
"Lawyers are liars," I joked.
My dad, having heard me, laughed loudly.
"Only in the courtroom," my dad jested.
Our celebration went without incident and I soon forgot my moment of shame from a couple of nights ago. I was, however; dreading school the next day and what people would say. As soon as we got home, I got ready for bed. Sleep couldn't get to me fast enough. Before long it was time to get up and run miles before school, shower, and eat some fruit before I head out.
I walked out of the bathroom to grab some fruit and I noticed my dad at the door talking to some young girls. They must be selling magazines or something for school and wanted to hit up some houses early.
"Well, you may try the next house down. The Larsons love to buy things for the school. Just walk down the street there and I will make sure you make it okay."
I walked closer to the doorway to help my dad look out of the kids. My dad never took his eyes off of them, and it was odd that he never blinked. His hair was gelled back in its usual business do, but his shirt and pants were all askew. I thought he had been in the middle of getting ready for work and no one heard the doorbell ring, but I was wrong. When his eyes drifted over to me, I froze.
His eyes looked animalistic like he was hungry. It was the most feral thing I have ever seen. His pupils were blown and he had to run his fingers through his hair. Then I got to thinking, this is my dad, he's probably just irritated. As he situated himself properly, I noticed a tent in his trousers, and I assumed that he and mom had been up to some intimate playtime.
"Good morning, dad," I greeted.
"Good morning, sweetheart," he said.
"Dad, I'm thinking about skipping school tomorrow to go visit Zoey. I want to talk to her about something important."
"As long as your school work is caught up on, I don't care."
"Cool," I said as I walked out of the door without grabbing any fruit.
School went off without a hitch, and no one seemed to know about Willow's and mine half striptease. We weren't bad kids, so that kind of news would have spread like wildfire. So the day went on without incident and I was grateful. I had to turn in extra work I missed on Friday due to the extra practice and I hoped I did well enough to pass. But then the hour came upon me that I hadn't been looking forward to all day.
I only half dreaded the two hours of basketball practice, the coach was going to work us into a sweat thanks to our previous loss. If Ivy had just listened to me and passed the ball, we would have scored and beat whatever team it was we played.
The practice was brutal. Not only did the coach make us run 25 miles, we also ran 40 full court suicides, and then we did full-court scrimmages. We had no time to practice any plays or anything, the coach barely gave us any time to warm up. When we walked through the doors there was a minute set on the scoreboard, that was how much time she gave us to change clothes. We had three girls get sick and have to leave, and then we had two girls pass out. Coach Rhea had never been so tough before.
So if that wasn’t motivation enough to win the next game, I don’t know what is. I am captain, Ivy had better learned her lesson. If I say pass the ball, next time she had better pass the ball. Coach Rhea also took us through passing exercises. There is no ‘I’ in team unless the rest of us have been misinformed, but insubordination was not tolerated by the coach or me.
I was lost deep in thought when Ivy came running up to me, her blond ponytail bouncing as she ran. Her blue eyes and cream colored skin seemed to shine in the light of the gym. She didn’t even look like she broke half the sweat I had and that’s saying something because I am in excellent shape.
“Selena, look I am so sorry. If I thought I had enough time to pass the ball and for Aria to score, I would have done it. The coach should have just punished me,” Ivy started.
“The coach has to punish the whole team for your stupidity. We had enough time, and Aria was open enough for you to pass the ball and for her to take a shot. You took a victory away from us,” I seethed.
“I know and I am so sorry. I know it means a lot to you, and I know scouts from colleges were probably watching your performance. I promise to do better next time,” Ivy said, hanging her head in shame.
“You had better. Because you didn’t listen to me, the whole team now doubts my leadership skills. At the next practice I expect an apology to me, and how you acted on your own had no reflection on my ability to lead the team to victory,” I said.
Ivy looked like she was going to cry.
“I will come prepared for the next practice,” she promised.
“Off the record, I am not really completely disappointed in you. Independence is important, being able to think for yourself is great. Look, within the next year I’ll be looking for a successor, I think you would be great. Keep that in mind, but also you need to listen to what the coach and I say,” I told her.
“Really? You mean it?” she asked, excitedly.
“I do, just remember to listen to what I say. Obedience does pay off. Not total subjugation, but just listening to what we say to do,” I said.
“Oh, my gosh, Selena! This means so much!” Ivy said as she bounded off.
Freshmen, or at least I think she’s a freshman; she may be an eighth grader the coach chose to start letting some of the girls play high school early. It’s true, I was only a junior, but I needed to start training someone to be a leader. Ivy has what it takes to lead the team to championships for the next several years. She has amazing skills if she didn’t; she wouldn’t be a first string player. She’s almost pro-level, almost.
I walked out of the gym when I heard my name being screamed across the parking lot.
"Selena, don't leave without me!" Willow said.
"Don't leave without me either!" came Ryan's voice.
So, I guess I'm carpooling my friends to my home.
"What are you wearing to Aria's party?" Willow asked.
"Probably jeans and a shirt. I don't see the point in getting all dolled up," I answered.
"Ro Hanson is going to be there," Ryan said.
I gritted my teeth. Great so now I will have to dress to impress. Do I have anything at home that's good enough to impress Rowen?
"I am going to wear the red sundress I found at a thrift store," Willow said.
"Well, I guess I can wear my sky blue mini dress and some flats," I said.
"And do your hair all pretty," Ryan said as he shoved his hands through his hair, leaving his hair looking like he had an alfalfa.
"I am going to curl my hair," Willow said.
I looked at my straight as a board hair with the frizz sticking out from my ponytail and all on top of my head and sighed. What am I going to do?
"Lena, you could totally curl your hair and do it in one of those side dos," Willow said.
"I'm sure she wants to do something different than that, Willow," Ryan said.
"Why not do a side do? It would totally show her off," Willow said.
"Maybe she wants to be classy. Rowen doesn't like just any girl," Ryan said.
This was true. Rowen had his own set of standards, and I would hate to fall short.
"You two shut up!" I said.
Silence descended on my car. We had like five hours to get ready for the party and I was already stressed out. When we arrived at my house, we went straight for the T.V. How to Get Away with Murder was recorded on my Tivo and we thought we would watch an episode. I instantly calmed down as Willow and I walked to my room to get dressed for the party.
After I washed my hair, it decided to cooperate with me and be curled and smooth and pretty. (Which rarely happens) Willow's idea about the side do worked like a charm. She hardly has good fashion ideas, but she can work magic on some hair. Her black hair glistened in waves of beautiful black curls. The red dress really showed her curves and suited her skin tone.
My sky blue mini dress did me small favors. It showed off my legs (as they are my best feature), and did a fairly nice job showing off some of my curves. I decided to wear flats because I didn't feel like falling on my butt and getting laughed at. When I walked down the stairs, Willow and Ryan were playing the Wii. Traitors, I would love to stay home and play the Wii, but no.
We jumped in my small S.U.V and headed to Aria's house. Aria's house is huge, and her parents let her throw these massive parties once a week and sometimes twice a week. Her parents were pretty cool with letting her do whatever as long as her grades were good, she wasn't totally drunk, and she didn't end up pregnant. Which I think is really lax, and that she is probably already totally wasted and with a guy right now. My parents would never, never, never, never, ever let me do whatever I wanted.
"Looks like the party is in full swing," Willow said.
"People are already jumping in the pool, man I wanted to be here to push some unwilling soul into the water," Ryan said.
"Well, I didn't want to be here at all, so we don't always get what we want. Plus you don't need to be pushing people into any form of water," I said.
"That's deep," Willow said.
I could see her roll her eyes out of my peripheral vision. I smiled a small smile to myself but I let out an exasperated sigh. If I let them know I was amused by their commentary, I would have to admit that I was ready to have a good time. But the second, and I mean the absolute second, I parked my car, I had a bad feeling. But I didn't get the chance to start the car again because Willow grabbed the keys stating she was going to be the designated driver.
When we walked in, the music was blaring. The bass was pumping through the speakers at such an incredible rate, it's a miracle it didn't cause a tiny earthquake. Ryan threw his hands in the air and whooped and ran off towards the pool while Willow spotted some of her creative writing friends and left me alone in the middle of the living room. So I did what I do best, I made my way to the center of the crowd. The athletes would all be huddled together and that's where I fit in.
"Lena, I didn't expect to see you here," Rowen said.
My heart flipped and flopped and I think it may have landed in my stomach.
"Rowen, how are you?" I asked.
"Well enough. I didn't think you would come to Aria's party. It was technically supposed to be a victory party," he said.
"She's my teammate and I love her, but she does go a little overboard on the parties," I said.
Meanwhile, a guy was walking around with a tray of drinks. So she had her butler passing out drinks to teenagers, and it surprised me that he wasn't reporting the underage drinking.
"Would you like to go sit down? We can talk, unless you want to go steal the spotlight like you normally do," he said.
"They can manage without me. I actually don't feel like being the center of attention tonight," I said.
"I don't think the guys are going to handle it very well," he said.
I could see his smile and I could tell he thought it was funny. The fact of the matter is, not a single guy has ever asked me out. Not a single guy has ever given me a lingering glance or flirted with me. Willow, who detested being hit on, got a guy's number every other day or got asked about her number. It's not for my lack of trying, but guys were just not interested.
"I think I am safe to sit down with you for a little while," I said.
"You look lovely, Lena, that dress is a good color for you," Rowen said.
"Thanks," I said.
"I think Ryan is making people mad. He was idiotically pushing people into the pool."
"Oh, good. He got to achieve his wish."
"That guy is something else."
"He is. If he wasn't pulling pranks on people or doing something stupid, we would think he was sick."
"Has he dragged you to the theater to go watch that new horror movie?"
"No. I like horror novels, but I don't like watching movies. In books, I can imagine it and then not think about it, but with movies, I can literally see the same scene over and over again. I know it sounds silly."
"It's kind of like you're imagining your life as one long horror movie. I get it. It's you and people you care about in danger instead of fictional characters."
"So, your cousin, Riley, is dating my sister. They seem like a good match."
"Riley talks about Zoey all the time. He's in love with her. They compliment each other well. Her more outgoing nature goes well with his more introverted personality."
Rowen looked like he was going to say something more, but didn't. He almost looked disappointed in himself for not saying whatever it may have been that he wanted to say. Rowen excused himself to go get another drink and I decided to steal away to find my friends. I looked back and seen that he was going to talk to his football friends and that was all fine and good. I was mentally slapping myself for not telling him how I felt when I had the perfect opportunity to do so.
Willow and Ryan had been watching the whole time and they herded me out the door into my car. I sped off in the direction of my house because Ryan and Willow were going to stay the night. I had dreamed of the day for a long time that Rowen Hanson would take the time to have a one-on-one conversation with me. Now that he had, I was going to have to step up my game. Tomorrow I would talk to Zoey and see what to do.
Tomorrow would be the day my luck would change.