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

 

“Oh my god, Anthony.” I quickly got up, leaning my shoulder against a wall. “I almost didn’t recognize you, I’m glad you came.” He smiled, “Are you buzzed?” I quickly moved from the wall and caught my balance. “I’m fine,” I replied, “Just a few jello shooters you know?” I could barely stand up, I was ready to fall onto the floor and pass out. They were little jello shots, how were they so power. I felt so embarrassed, I wanted to just sit there and die. Knowing that Anthony was actually at this party. I just had a bad eye site, I couldn’t stand it. I wanted to hide in a hole and never come out. “You’re buzzed,” He said, “Let’s get you upstairs.” I wanted him to bring me up, but at the same time, it was the last thing I wanted to happen. I didn’t want a, “13 Reasons Why,” remake, which was a horrible scene by the way. He grabbed my waist as my bones were too weak to even move, or at least try. It wasn’t until a Spanish song came on the speakers. “911” by Feid. “Oh my god,” I laughed with a big smile, “This is my song!” I used it as an excuse for him to not bring me upstairs. I grabbed his hand and stood in the middle of the dancefloor.

    At that moment, with him, time stood still. Being in that frame with him gave me a cold shiver down my back. There were many things I wanted to say and do while we stood there, and held each other’s hands. Feid began to sing as the instrumental played in the background. “Let’s salsa!” I groaned positively. “No, no,” He said declining, “I don’t know how to salsa! Parker.” My face in total shocked glanced at him. “Mr. Ladies Man doesn’t know how to do casual salsa?” I cried out with laughter. He laughed with me, clutching onto my hands still. “Then I’ll teach you,” I responded, “Right now.” He didn’t seem comfortable with the idea of me teaching him salsa, but I didn’t seem to mind it. It was a party, and everyone, especially me, was taking the risk of embarrassment. And, it all starts with him.

“Now?” He asked.

“Yes!” I couldn’t seem to stop moving, I was flowing with the beat and so was my system. I pulled our hands higher, up to his chest area and smiled at him. “When my foot moves out,” I said, “Yours moves forward.” He followed the beat as he began to move his feet as mine went in and out. “Now put your shoulders into it,” I pointed out, “Add some spice to it.” A big smile appeared on his face as he moved his shoulders to the beat with his feet. We were the only people salsa-ing on the dancefloor, but as long as he didn’t mind, I didn’t care.

“This is easy,” He said, “I can do this all day. It seemed as if he was testing me, but how would I know? I was somewhat, drunk for the first time ever. I was breaking many things tonight, being here with him and not Madison and Valeria. For some reason, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. “Wanna learn some easy feisty ones?” I asked him. As we continue to salsa, without stopping he nods his head, “Of course!” He laughed, “I’m loving this!”

“We’re gonna add a body roll element to it then,” I said, “More for me than for you.”

“Test me,” Anthony replied, “I’ll get it as quick as I can snap.”

I continued to laugh, it wasn’t even funny. It was something about him that would make me laugh no matter what. “We’re gonna start the same way we did before, simple salsa.” I replied to him, still holding his hands, “It’s similar, but this time you’re inviting me into the roll.”

We continue to salsa as count up to three, rolling my chest frontwards, closer to his, as he rolled his backward. “You’re a natural!” I said. It could’ve been because I moved so close to him, but I felt something in my heart as it happened, a warm spot. A welcoming feeling, it felt toasty. I didn’t want to let go of this moment with him, and I didn’t want to let go of his hands. I wanted time to stand still a little longer. “I feel like I’m on Dancing with the Stars.” He joked. Jokingly rolling my eyes, we continued to salsa as the song faded out. It went back to the English pop music as Anthony sighed, “That was such an awesome feeling,” He said, “How do you learn to do that?”

“I’m part Mexican and part Puerto Rican,” I laughed, “It what we do almost every family gathering that lasts long enough for the adults to get drunk and dance in the dining room.”

“Wait,” He replied, “In the dining room?”
    “They remove the table,” I responded, “Usually for dominos or the dancing.”

“Sounds unique.”

I wanted to blush so badly, but the foundation was making it hard to. In any second my palms were going to become sweaty. My head was already flushed with thoughts, I can almost feel the aftermath of this night, and I did. I could feel the throw up coming from my mouth. I let go of his hands as quick as I could to cover my mouth, and ran to the kitchen. My platforms were making it hard enough to run through those crowded halls, but I made it to the kitchen, to fall on the floor and throw up in the trashcan. It felt like I was throwing up pure acid, my insides were burning. I continued to vomit as I felt someone’s hand rub my back and held my hair before vomit got on it. “Oh, Parker,” The voice read, “What a night it’s been for you.”

“Lo?” A voice yelled from a distance, I heard Anthony’s slight gasp as he quickly put my hair under my bra strap and gave me one last back rub. The kitchen door opened, Madison and Valeria were standing there in relief. “Where have you been!?” Valeria asked in a frightened matter. Something inside me became filled with rage, something that gave me the urge to yell. I looked at them, removing my head from the trashcan. “Where have I been?” I asked them, “Where have YOU guys been!?” Valeria and Madison looked at each other and sat beside me on the floor. “Are you okay?” Madison asked, “Did you talk to anyone?” I wanted to tell them about Anthony since we never got to talk about it when we were getting ready, but I was too drunk to try. I looked around for him, moving my head around, but he was gone again. Nowhere to be found, again.

“No,” I said, getting up from the floor and looked at them both, “He can’t get away again,” I complained. I walked back out and wiped my mouth, looking around for Anthony. Madison and Valeria were right behind me, they knew this wasn’t going to be a good idea, but didn’t bother to say anything. “Who can’t get away?” Valeria asked as she gasped afterward, “Is it the boy?!” She cried out with excitement. “Yes,” I quickly responded, “I have to find him.”

We slithered around like a snake searching for Anthony, but he seemed to blend in with everyone else. He always appeared at random times, and I was starting to hate it. “Oh my God!” Madison cried out in shock, “There’s my ex!” Valeria quickly moved in Madison’s direction, “Where?” She asked as Madison pointed her finger towards a boy. I pushed my way in front of Valeria as the boy she was pointing to was talking to a group of other boys. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and light skin. The combination seemed familiar to me. Because I was drunk, maybe it was my vision that was fooling me because I missed his company, but the boy looked like Anthony. I decided to walk towards the boy hoping to find out his identity.

“What are you doing, Lo?” Madison cried out on her way to follow me as Valeria stopped her. “Don’t do it,” She said, “She’s drunk.” The two watched as I walked up to the boy and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and then I realized, it wasn’t my vision that was messing up, it was...

“Anthony?” I questioned.

The boy was Anthony. Madison didn’t have good taste in guys, so I thought of it as a sign. I also thought about it as more hot water for Madison and I. He looked at me as I was looking at Madison and Valeria. “You’ve got be kidding,” I asked him. He looked at Madison as her arms were crossed in a fierce pose. She didn’t seem okay, she seemed angry. I felt the feeling I was going to be sick again. I felt terrible, and more terrible since Anthony was Madison’s mysterious ex that we never got to meet, until now.

 
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