The Golden Boy

Lola is NOT your average teenage girl. She wasn't popular, she wasn't a nerd, and she wasn't boy crazed. In fact, she hated boys. With her mind set on her future, Lola meets a stranger named Anthony at a gas station and instantly feels a connection, only to find out, it was a one-time thing. Lola's back in school and finds herself going to school with the same boy she met before.

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LOLA’S POV

 

We were standing outside the jock’s house, no one else was outside except us. “Good,” Madison sighed, “No one will see us until we walk in.”  

Madison and Valeria would be happy and excited about it all, but one foot in that house and everything could go up in flames. It was hard to even believe a guy would be the reason I even came. Not even Madison and Valeria could convince me, although they believe they did. We started to walk closer and closer to the house, we could hear the loud chatter and music from the outside of the house. “I”m not ready.” I blurred out as quick as I could, “This is too much.” I walked away from the house and looked back at Madison’s car. “You’re too late, Lo.” Madison said, “You’re going to destroy it.”

I looked at Madison and started to panic, my thoughts were getting to me. “What did you say, Madison?” I asked. Madison walked towards me and put her arms around my waist. “I said you’re going to have a fun time,” She said, “I promise.” My head was swirling, even if he was there, so many mistakes could’ve appeared. I guess that’s why we have a reason to live, to take a risk. “Fine,” I mumbled, “I’m ready.”

It wasn’t my first party that I’ve been to with friends, but it was the first party I had to make a first impression at too. There were so many people that wouldn’t notice me, it was such a big party. I knew I wasn’t prepared for it so I didn’t know why I bothered coming to them. Madison grabbed my hand, Valeria grabbed Madison’s other, and we walked in together with confidence. Madison opened the door as she let go of both of our arms, model walking into the party. Valeria walked in after her with confident posture, and there I was. Outside of the door more scared than anything. I closed my eyes and made a deep inhale. “You can do this, right?” I said to myself. I shook my head and made sharp eye contact. In a sassed way, I walked through the door as everything became in slow motion.

I felt like a devil in heels, they parked like the red sea as I passed by them. Their eyes landed directly on me, but all I could do is walk forward. If I looked back, I knew I would walk straight out that door. Then I thought, why was I so stressed? I didn’t wear all of this to impress them, I wore it to impress one person. There were crowds of people everywhere, the music was the thunder of the party. You could hear it in the same city, maybe even the same state. It rang in my ears as I could feel my eardrums vibrate.

I continued to walk down the hall as my platforms clicked on the floor, swaying my hips side to side looking for Valeria and Madison, as they were nowhere to be found. How could I have lost them so quickly? We were only here for at least a minute and they’re already gone. I searched around for them, the rooms were filled with people dancing and sitting. “Madison?” I attempted to call out, but no one seemed to hear. I couldn’t even hear myself. I looked for the kitchen, hoping there was water that could calm me down. It was like I was walking in circles, there was nowhere for me to go. “Hey little lady,” someone whispered in my ear. I turned around and noticed it was a boy. This time, I didn’t know who they were. “Hi?” I asked. The boy grabbed my hand and moved closer to me. The closer he got, the slower my heart beat. “I noticed you’re all alone, pretty lady.” He said, “How about we dance?” I removed my hands from him and walked away, noticing he was just some jock that would flirt with any girl they laid their eyes on.

I reached the kitchen and groaned. The music became more distant than before and there were fewer people. Where were Madison and Valeria? Anthony wasn’t here either, I was by myself in a huge crowd of no one I knew. I wanted the night to go away, there was no way I was going to stay here for the rest of the night. “Where’s the water?” I mumbled. Looking around the table, there was nothing but fruit punch and alcohol. I would drink the fruit punch, but I’m pretty sure that thing was toxic by now. I avoided the alcohol as my eyes made immediate contact with the blue jello shots on the table. They probably had alcohol in it, but they were small. I was alone and didn’t know what else to do, so why not? I grabbed two shots and squeezed the small plastic cups they were in, into my mouth. As strong as they were, I didn’t seem to mind it. They became harder to swallow, but they were surprisingly good. I took one last shot as chugged it down my throat as fast as I could.

I shook my head taking it all in as the door opened to the kitchen. The music became loud again, and then quiet as the door closed behind them. “So you want to take jello shots instead?” He asked, “Loosing up?” I wanted to avoid him, but at that point, I had no one else to talk to. There was no Valeria, Madison, or Anthony. “Yes,” I replied, “Want one?” I reached for the jello shot plate and walked closer to him, swaying my hips in a seductive way. He grabbed two off the plate as I placed it on the table. He chugged it down faster than I could put the plate down. He smashed the two empty plastic shot cups onto the table and looked into my eyes. “I guess we all need to loosen up, right?” He asked. I raised my eyebrows, “What’s your name?” I asked the boy. He grabbed a red solo cup from a plastic bag and poured himself a cup of Patrón Tequila. “It’s Justin, pretty lady.” He responded, “What’s yours?” As he attempts to take a sip of his drink, I swiftly grabbed his drink and took a heavy sip. The drink was disgusting, but it was all about getting loose. I squeezed my eyes closed as if it was sour, but he laughed. “You can’t hold it, can you?” He asked. I put his cup down and looked at him with a smile, “One word,” I said, “L-O-O-S-E.” He continued to laugh and make direct eye contact with me, “Since we’re talking about loosing up,” he whispered, “Why not dance with me?” I could feel the adrenaline popping in me already. My assumption was on the alcohol, but it could always be something else. The guy I would love to dance with was gone without a trace. I glanced at the Justin walking slower, but closer to him. My heels softly clicked onto the floor as he watched them. I shrugged and took one last sip of his drink. “Fuck it,” I said, “Let’s dance”

We headed onto the floor where everyone was dancing, and I meant everyone. It was like a prom night, but for explicit teens. There was smoke coming from the bathrooms, but no one seemed to mind. The disco lights and small laser pointed to the floor as if it were a nightclub of our own. He grabbed onto my waist as I slowly slithered down his body, and up again. My hair and hips were moving with the beat of the music and the vibe was unstoppable. My body so close to his, the music, the people, made the party--a party!

I knew it was wrong, and it was the last thing I would do in my life, but it was time for me to break loose. With no one here, it seemed like it didn’t matter. No one would judge by what I was doing. Maybe it was with someone I didn’t know, but I would’ve done the same thing with Anthony. Besides, it’s a party. He turned me around as I put my arms around his neck while his hands were on my waist, so close to my butt. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” I asked. He smiled and moved closer to me, “Oh, of course.” He said, “Nothing could compare.” I pulled him in closer as he thought I was reaching for a kiss, instead, I reached for his ear. “My name is Lola by the way,” I said, “Talk to me sometime.” I let my arms move away from his neck, softly pulling his hands off my waist. “Wait!” He said, “Don’t go just yet!” I looked back at him and continued to walk away. I could feel the alcohol making its way through my body, and it was starting to make me feel dizzy. I quickly walked where my legs would take me as I bumped into a tall wall, falling onto the hardwood floor. Maybe it was my vision, but it wasn’t a wall because walls don’t turn around to see if you’re okay. It was a tall boy. “Are you okay--” The boy stopped lending a hand, “Parker?” He asked. Immediately, I knew it was Anthony, and I knew immediately, I was going to regret everything.

 
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