The "High School Experience"

Once I had downed maybe 3 or 4 beers everyone decided it was time to play spin the bottle. I hobble over to the little circle and sit down next to Ashby.
“This is going to be so much fun!” Ashby exclaims as she sits and places her can next to her. I spot Andy and the girl that he was recently swapping spit with on the opposite side of the circle. I attempt rolling my eyes but it made me feel extremely dizzy to even try.
“Okay who’s starting?” Ashley asks as he joins the circle and looks around at all the drunk or stoned faces.
“I guess I’ll go first!” A high pitched voice sounds across the circle from me, I even see Andy flinch as his little girl toy speaks. Her freshly painted pink nails grasp onto an empty bottle and spins it with a flick of her wrist. It slows and lands on one of the guys from high school that I’ve never talked to before. She smirks and leans across the circle and closes her eyes as the guy leans forward and their lips connect. Their kiss lasts a few seconds too long and the guy pulls away while she slowly opens her eyes. Andy pulls her back, forcing her to sit down and the guy to proceed to spin the bottle. It swirls on the ground as it begins slowing and lands on…me. I immediately shrink back, I bet her spit is still on his lips. Ashby nudges me and I see the guy had leaned across the circle waiting for me to kiss him. I lean forward and quickly peck his lips.
“No, a real kiss,” he mumbles and if I could, I’d roll my eyes.
“Fine,” I whisper back and slowly connect my lips to his. He runs his tongue across my bottom lip and I respond by opening my mouth. He quickly slips his tongue in and begins fighting me for dominance. I flick my tongue on his lip finding no piercings.
“Alright love birds, break it up.” Someone says and pulls us apart, the guy smirks and winks at me. I smile and grasp the top of the bottle and let it spin. Spinning, spinning and spinning it finally lands on someone in black skinny jeans. I look up to meet crystal blue eyes, his face reflects my shock as I look at my childhood friend.
“It’s okay Kirsten,” Ashby whispers and I glance down quickly. I see Andy shift so he can get to me from his location. I move my head to look up and his lip ravenously meet mine. Andy sucks on my bottom lip, familiar to something he used to do, except this is much sloppier. I move my tongue across his lip, meeting his lip piercing when suddenly Andy jerks away. He looks down, a habit he has whenever he’s nervous or realizes something. I sit back onto my legs and stare down into my hands.
-Hands that used to be held by him.-
-Hands he used to kiss tenderly.-
-The hands that used to gingerly place themselves on his cheeks.-
I snap back into time as I look up to see Andy’s lips connect with another girl quickly and he immediately sinks back onto his heels once their lips barely connected.
I need to leave.
I need to get out of here.
I need to not have to look guiltily at those eyes.
I nudge Ashby and whisper, “I’m going to go use the restroom.”
She nods and smiles, Ashby squeezes my hand. A habit she probably picked up from what she noticed Andy do for me. I smile and get up, making sure my dress in at the right length. I head away from the group and laughter and towards the solemn stairwell and switch on the stair light. I struggle to grasp onto the railing as I attempt to get up the stairs in my *hooker* heels. I finally stumble onto the wooden paneling across the ground and make my way towards the bathroom.
-I just need to recollect myself.-
-That’s it, then I can return to the party and have fun.-
-It was only a kiss.-
-Just a kiss.-
I push open the bathroom door, walking into the tiled room. Although I am tipsy I can still (kind of) walk. I leave the door ajar as I look at myself in the sink mirror.
A broken girl with a crooked smile stares back at me. My eyes stare at my features, spotting every imperfection.
-Reasons Andy is dating a “perfect” girl now.-
My short neck.
Too thin of hair.
Pig nose.
Lack of memories.
Imperfect.
Fat.
Freckled arms.
All these things, quickly noticed.
Features he’s surely gotten tired of.
How can I be so weak?
Is it even worth it anymore?
The only person who really means something doesn’t love me anymore.
What happens now?
A hand clasped on my shoulder. A door too wide open, suddenly closed as another body joins me. A familiar boy, reeking of alcohol. A strong stench of vodka on his breath and a little testosterone.
-A mix for wreaking havoc on anyone and anything.-
“Missed me doll face?” He breathes out. His hand curls around my waist and his other grasps onto my hip.
“You wanna have fun, baby?” Vodka breath asks me as he runs his hand up and down my thigh, pushing up my dress with every movement.
“No. No. No.” I whisper and my tears well in my eyes.
I won’t have Andy to save me.
I don’t have anyone to save me.
“Oh you gonna cry? Too bad your little…boy toy isn’t here.” He laughs, sinister and dull. He kicks the door closed and pulls at my dress.
“No, please,” I cry out, and hold the fabric of my dress. Tears spill over, running my mascara as I stare into the mirror, witnessing my own harassment.
“Stop. Please stop!” I scream, hoping someone will hear me over the music downstairs. He takes one more relentless pull at my dress, ripping it from my grip and onto the ground. No, I am not being violated by him. Not after how long I have fought him.
“Brian! You bastard!” Yells a voice after the door was suddenly kicked open. His hands immediately leave my body and I quickly gather the fabric of my dress, bringing it to cover my body. I successfully put it on as the guy pulls as Brian to bring him away from me.
“Get the fuck out of here, punk.” He says and Brian quickly runs out, past him. I look up to figure out who had saved me.

Notes

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