I let myself go out on the middle of the dancefloor, and in all honesty I felt amazing.
Then Erik emerged from no where. He had that look in his eyes.
Soon we found ourselves all over each other on a nearby sofa. We were practically having sex. People were staring, but I didn't care.
They were just jealous.
I moaned, letting Erik know he was doing just fine! Then I cast my mind back to about a year ago. Another party. The same situation. Then in my mind's eye, I saw Jacob. He had been my first time.
What a way to lose it.
He had been so amazing, I don't know why I'd left him. Erik carried on kissing me, but all I could see was him.
"Jacob..." I moaned.
Suddenly Erik stopped.
There were no words. Erik was furious. In my confusion I slapped him. Hard.
He recoiled, with a look of disgust in his eyes.
A girl tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at her expectantly.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded.
"Excuse me?" I said, taking a step back and looking her up and down. How dare she!
"You heard me, you crazy, stuck up bitch. You are so unbelievably ungrateful; how dare you hit someone who adores you so much? Open your eyes! on second thoughts, you really don't deserve a guy like that." She ranted at me.
"Who are you anyway?" I said, seemingly unimpressed. Inside I was stinging.
"I'm his friend; a hell of a lot more than you are." She walked off, but I called to her. I wasn't taking this lying down.
"Do you want a fight? 'Cause I'm more than willing to take this outside right now..." I started to take my earrings out. She simply smirked at me.
"Sorry. My mother always told me not to play with trash." She left me standing there, my mouth gaping like a fish. I heard applause from behind me.
Oh God, my life was over. I had just mortified myself in front of everyone. In my confused state, tears fell uncontrollably down my cheeks. I ran as fast as I could (taking into account that I was wearing heels) to a bathroom. Anywhere where people weren't.
There was a couple making out in the bath. I tried to ignore them.
The mirror mocked me. One of my false eyelashes had stuck itself to my cheek. and my foundation looked repulsively orange. I looked awful.
And I was. An awful, skanky bitch.