7 years later.
"Dad," I called, as I unlocked the door to go outside. It was a brisk evening for the summer. No stars blanketed the sky. It was pitch black with no friendly moon in the sky. My dad stumbled down the wooden stairs he refused to get re-waxed. "Where's Dylan?" he questioned. My brother had come home from military school just two days ago. He had left around the time I was in fourth grade, when he was eleven. Now, he was 19, jobless, and was on the verge of becoming an alcoholic. 19, an underage drinker.
I knew where they served minors. I knew where he would be. I told my dad I would drop him home. I took the car keys and headed to The Curve, a sleazy place where practically naked girls danced for you, danced on you, etc. I pulled into the parking lot, the one that seemed to be under construction every summer, and walked in. Music was playing, and alcohol and smoke blended into one strong, pungent smell. I shielded my eyes from the topless girls, and walked to the red velvet couch with holes in it to get my brother.
"Dylan," I said, "let's go." "And who might you be?" he asked, not looking in my direction. He had a tall glass of whiskey in his hand and a cigarette in his other. "Dylan," I insisted, "c'mon." He got up, and came closer to me. "Are you gonna make me, you little bitch?" he asked. His hot breath slapped me in the face. It smelled disgusting.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second and then grabbed his glass and cigarette. I put them down on the table, took his hand, and pulled him out. He started to yell and to moan, but he wasn’t resisting. I pushed him into the car, buckled him in, and drove him home. My dad took him inside. "Thank you sweetheart," he called, as I gave him a smile.
I then drove away to Max’s house to pick him up for Nancy Gonzalez’s party that we had been invited to by some chance events. “Hey there, sunshine,” he smiled, as he slid into the car. Max was my best friend. No he wasn’t gay; he had a girlfriend, Allison. But he had been my first kiss in 2nd grade. He claimed that he might as well be because all the other boys were ass holes. He was also my first crush, even though I had “dated” my neighbor Nick for that one week in the summer. I smiled at him, and we talked as I took the turns to reach Nancy’s house. As I pulled into the driveway, the music was loud and there were so many people outside running around, topless and or pantless. I entered the house with Max, who saw Allison and slipped away from me. I searched for my group of friends, but failed to find them.
The party was crowded, the lights were dim, and the floor was a mess. I grabbed a red cup from the counter, and continued to scan the room for Kay and Jordan. And that was when someone placed their hands on my hips. I turned around, and was face to face with Drew. “Hi,” I almost choked. I’ve never talked to him before. He was some rich kid that lived in the Upper East Side. I don’t even know why he was here. He and Nancy didn’t even talk. No one talked to those kids. I’ve only heard stories about him. “Hi,” he whispered. Maybe he was drunk. I don’t know why he was standing so close to me. “What do you want?” I snapped unintentionally. “Nothing, I was bored and I saw you. I just want to talk to someone. This party sucks.” Then why’d you come?” I asked, “I mean, you don’t even go to our school.” “Yeah, but I heard about it and my friends and I decided to check out how you public school kids party.” “Us public school kids?” I asked, a little offended at his tone. “Yeah, you guys obviously don’t go to Ridgewood Private School, do you now?” he continued, a smirk forming on his face. His hands were still on me, and I don’t think he realized. I pulled away. “Look, I don’t know what’s wrong with you. You’re probably drunk and just want to mess with some girl, but please leave me alone,” I said. “I’m sorry,” he said, his deep voice echoed seductively, “I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just trying to make conversation.” “Well, you suck at it,” I remarked, trying to escape the corner he had trapped me in. He grinned, closing me in more.
“Do you want to have some fun?” he asked, a sly smirk on his face. “No, no thanks. I’m gonna go see my friends now,” I said, I tried to squeeze my way out. His hand stopped me. “I’m just trying to make conversation, babe. How about we go on a date tomorrow night? I’ll pick you up at seven?” he asked, quite politely. But I still hated that arrogant tone he had. I couldn’t deal with it. “You don’t even know me,” I whispered, as he leaned in. “That’s why I wanna go on a date with you. So I could get to know you,” he smiled, leaning closer and brushing his nose across my jaw line. Where did this guy come from? Why the hell was he bothering me?
He took my hand and led me across the party to the stairwell. “I don’t want to go upstairs,” I said, quickly gulping down a cup of alcohol. He was making me tense. “Well, why not?” he remarked, a tinge of innocence in his voice. “I’m not going to do anything with you, ass hole. You’re freaking the shit out of me,” I said, strongly, pulling away from him. He followed me outside. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I’m going home. Please go away,” I said searching for my keys in my purse. “Are you looking for these?” he asked, dangling my car keys from his index finger and thumb. I grabbed them out of his hand and scurried to the car. I could hear him laughing as I opened the car door and drove home.
That night I couldn’t stop thinking about him. The way his deep blue eyes bore deep into mine frightened me… but it also mesmerized me. His torso had been pressed up against my body, and his warm breath grazed my neck. I couldn’t stop feeling intrigued by him. He hadn’t even asked me what my name was. He just appeared out of nowhere. Was he just joking with me? Was he playing me? That was the likely answer and I was okay with it.