“Party!” Another guy drunk off his ass screamed into my face.
I pushed him away and made my way to a quieter part of the room.
I sat down on a couch and took a sip of whatever drink was in the red plastic cup I was holding, embracing the warm feeling it left behind in my throat and stomach.
“Hey sexy.” A bleach blonde Barbie with barely any clothes on purred.
I ignored her and took another sip of my drink.
Next thing I know she’s planted on my lap, straddling me.
“Can I help you?” I asked dryly.
I didn’t feel attracted to this girl in any way, even though she was throwing herself at me.
Most guys would sleep with a girl who acted like this, then dump her the next day. But I’m not like that, despite what people say.
“I just want a fun time.” She whispered in my ear. I could smell the alcohol on her breath, she was clearly drunk.
“Listen Barbie, I’m not interested. So why don’t you leave me alone and go find some other guy.” I snapped.
“Asshole.” She muttered as she got off of me and stomped away.
I rolled my eyes at her insult. I couldn’t count how many times I’ve heard that one. It’s one of Sophia’s favourite insults.
Wait, why am I suddenly thinking about her? She’s nothing to me, just a pain in the ass.
I have to get my mind off her.
I looked into the crowd of dancing people until I found a girl that was modestly dressed and pretty. That’s my type of girl.
I walked over to her and grabbed her by the waist, taking her by surprise.
Fortunately for me she didn’t pull away.
In no time our dancing went from innocent to grinding against each other and getting all hot and bothered.
I couldn’t hold back any longer so I crashed my lips to hers.
She eagerly responded which made me smirk into the kiss.
She twisted her fingers into my hair as I let my hands roam her body.
I gently bit down on her bottom lip, asking for entrance but she denied.
I groaned in annoyance and she smirked.
She was teasing me.
For some reason this girls stubbornness caused an image of Sophia to pop into my head.
I could imagine her doing the same thing, teasing me and making me go at her pace, she always had to be in charge.
The girl pulled away when she noticed that I wasn’t responding to her like I was only a minute ago.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
I looked into her brown, lust filled eyes, wishing they were instead the greenish grey eyes that belong to Sophia.
What the hell has gotten into me? Thinking bout Sophia when I’m making out with another girl? Wishing the girl I was making out with was Sophia?
I have some serious problems.
“I gotta go.” Was all I said to the girl before I stormed out the front door and into my car.
I angrily sped home, cursing myself for thinking about her.
Once I pulled into my driveway I checked the time. 2:45 a.m.
I’m surprised I stayed at that party for that long. I usually left after an hour or two.
To be honest, I hate parties. They’re a waist of time and energy. The only reason I go to parties is to keep my image up.
No one would like a jock that didn’t attend parties, right?
I quietly got out of my car and made my way to the side of the house. My mom knew I went to parties and she didn’t like it, so she told me that if I decided to go, I better make sure she doesn’t know about it.
So whenever I came back I would climb up the ladder I kept up against the side of the house by my window, and sneak in that way.
I just got into my room when I heard a blood curdling scream.
I looked outside to see where it was coming from and eventually noticed that it was coming from Sophia’s open widow.
What the hell?
After about five minuets of silence I heard shuffling in her room, and suddenly she started to talk.
“Antonio, I know you aren’t alive or anything. Well you are, but your not human, anyway, I need someone to talk to and you’re my only option.” she started, in a whisper, but if a listened hard enough I could make out what she said.
“I had another nightmare, it started out good, first it was clips of all my happy times with him, but when there was no more happy moments left the bad memories started playing. The first one was of him yelling at me for the first time, then hitting me for the first time.” she whispered, her voice cracking several times.
If her blinds weren’t closed I’m positive I would have saw tears sliding down her cheeks.
I heard her take a deep breath to compose herself, then continue, “The memories just kept playing, the small beatings I would get whenever I somehow messed up, to the big beatings that left me broken and finally the cuts he would make. He would cut places like the bottom of my feet and upper back. Places that no one would see.”
I felt bad for her, having nightmares like that would be terrifying.
“I wish that I could just erase my memory so I won’t have to remember him and all that he’s done to me. If my memory was erased then I wouldn’t have nightmares anymore. I could be normal again.
“But you know what I want most of all? I want for my nightmares to just be nightmares instead of memories. I’m tired of reliving those horrible days over and over every night.” She sobbed.
After that I heard some shuffling and then everything went silent.
What the hell did I just hear?
That nightmare that she just told Antonio, it was real? It actually happened?
How could someone ever do that to a person, let alone a person as wonderful as Sophia?
Whoever he is, he sure is a sick bastard. If I ever found out who he was and saw him, I’d make sure to beat in his face until it was so broken people wouldn’t be able to tell if he’s human.
At that moment I made it my mission to help her forget. To be the person she could talk to about anything, including her past.
I want to be the person that fixes her, the one that’s there for her and the one that never hurts her.
For once, instead of trying to be her enemy, I want to be her friend.
I want to be Sophia Mackenzie’s friend.
And with that thought in mind, I closed my window and went to bed.
That night my dreams consisted of a dark room filled with a familiar blood curdling scream, and the sound of smacks, punched and kicks.
Beep beep beep
Beep beep beep
I slammed my hand down on my alarm clock, shutting it up, and groaned. Its already morning?
I guess coming home at nearly three in the morning and having nightmares the rest of the night can really take a tole on someone.
Whoever threw that party deserves to get punched. What moron has a party on Monday?
I eventually got out of bed and managed to get on a pair of jeans and a white t shirt.
I wonder how everyone else from the party is doing. Having barely any sleep, a hangover and school. That’s harsh.
I stumbled downstairs, still half asleep, and plopped down onto a kitchen chair.
“Morning sweety.” Mom greeted.
“Morning.” I mumbled, laying my head on the kitchen table.
“Someone’s tired, here’s some coffee and chocolate chip pancakes, that’s sure to give you some energy.” Mom said, placing my breakfast on the table in front of me.
“Thanks.” I said gratefully through a mouth full of pancake and coffee.
She rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Well I’m off to work, and you should be getting to school soon.
“Bye mom.” I called out to her as she made her way to the front door.
“Bye honey, have a nice day. Love you” She called back.
I smiled, my mom somehow always puts me in a better mood.
I finished off my the rest of my breakfast quickly and rushed to school after I washed my dishes.
“What’s up my man?”
“Yo D! Did you enjoy the party?”
Were the greetings I got when I walk through the school doors.
For some reason everyone thinks they have to greet me every morning. But I’d rather have them just leave me alone.
When this first started happening it was really overwhelming but as time went on I got use to it. I’ve never grown to like it though.
As I walked to my first class I tried to reply to people, but I was distracted looking for one girl in particular.
I wasn’t concerned when I didn’t find her though. I’m later than usual so she’s probably already in class.
By the time Environmental Awareness rolled around I was nervous.
I’ve been playing out the different scenarios that could happen when I try to talk to her. And none of them were positive.
How would I make amends with the girl that hated me since elementary school?
I ended up being one of the first people in class today, instead of getting here just as the bell rung. And much to my surprise Sophia was one of the last people to get here. It’s like we switched roles today because she slid into class just before the bell rang.
She looked at the teacher sheepishly, which was funny and cute at the same time, and made her way to the back of the class.
“Hey.” I causally greeted once she sat down.
“Um, hi.” she replied, her words sounding unsure.
She was obviously confused as to why I was suddenly being civil towards her.
“So how’s your day been so far?” I asked, man it’s difficult making small talk with this girl, I just don’t know what to say.
“Good, yours?” she replied quickly.
“Alright I guess, but some classes are kind boring. What’s your favourite class?”
She looked over at me, a confused expression on her face, but she replied none the less, “Photography, what’s yours?”
I smiled and replied, “Music.”
She seemed surprise at my answer, but I saw the she was also impressed.
“What do you play?” she asked, turning her whole body so that she was facing me, giving me her full attention.
“Guitar, drums, piano.” I listed.
“Wow, I expected Guitar and even drums but not piano.”
I shrugged, “My dad used to be a music teacher, and we have a piano at our house, so he decided to teach me.” I explained.
“You’re lucky.” She commented.
I nodded my head in agreement.
After the stuff I heard her say last night I had to rethink the way I though about my life. I really did have a lot to be grateful for.
“Maybe I’ll play something for you sometime.” I suggested, just imagining her face when I showed her just how good I am at piano.
She nodded eagerly and smiled.
She should smile more often, it looks good on her.
“By the way, did you want to come over today to do some more recording for our project?” she asked, looking a little to eager. There’s another reason she wants me to come over, I just wish I new what it was.
“I’d love to.” I agreed, hoping the reason would be revealed to me once I’m at her house.
She smiled at me, and if I’m not mistaken, a flash of relief took over her face. But as quickly as it appeared, it was gone.
Tonight I’m hanging out with Sophia. Even if it is for a project, it’s a start.
I could find out more about her, and maybe even get her to see that I’m not such a bad guy.
The way we just interacted gave me hope that one day soon we could be friends.
For the first time ever, I was actually excited to hang out with this girl.