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

 

“Lola,” He whispered in my ear, pulling himself closer towards me, “Just one kiss.” My body was whimpering and my legs were shaking. I was fighting the urge to pull in closer, but our bodies were too close. I was able to feel his body heat come off of him. He put his hand on my cheek, rubbing his soft thumbs onto my skin. The urge was getting harder, but I knew it was wrong. It was wrong because of Madison, I never got her permission. Just the thought of her zipped past my head and made its way out. My thoughts were only on him and how close we were getting with such a minimum of time. “Anthony,” I mumbled, putting my hand on his leg, “You know this is wrong.” He grabbed onto the side of my face as he pulled his face in closer. If I closed my eyes, bad things would happen and I would be so tempted, I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t listen to myself, I closed my eyes and pulled in close.

The sound of my alarm from my phone blared out, waking me up with sweat covering my chest and forehead. The first thing I thought about was the party, I remember being dropped off by Madison after she found me sitting on the front porch. I washed my makeup off and took the contacts out from my eyes, then fell asleep afterward. Next was the dream, why the hell did I have it? I only have known him in such little timing, and there was Madison to think about. How would she feel about all of this? I wanted to close my eyes and retrace the dream. The feeling, and maybe even the purpose. All I wanted to do was sleep, my head was killing me. I never found out what was in the jello shots they were serving, or what was in the random solo cup I took a sip from. Rethinking it, it seemed silly and embarrassing. I wasn’t going to tell anyone about the dream or repeat what happened last night, but I wanted to find a conclusion. I shut off my alarm and yawned, hoping nothing from last night would be repeated in school. I got up to find clothes to put on, but I could barely stand on my feet. They seemed swollen, even if I walked slowly. They were killing me, and I knew I wasn’t going to make a whole day with them. I attempted to walk towards my closet getting out my plain grey sweatshirt, black leggings, and my plain white Adidas.

“Lola?” My mother called out, “Are you up?” I wanted to respond, but I couldn’t think of a way to do it without seeming sink. She would know that there’s alcohol in my system since she’s a party animal herself. I ignored her, took off the dress of Madison’s I still had on, putting my sweatshirt and leggings on. I was afraid to touch my foot, I could already sense the pain I was going to feel. I didn’t know what I did that would cause it to hurt so much. The most I did out of it was dance. My feet were starting to hurt me when I was exotically dancing with Justin, then there was Anthony. That I did the basic salsa with but had much more to it. The moment replayed over and over in my head, it was like we were the only ones on that floor. It wasn’t just a vibe I felt with him, it was an opening spark. The one that brought me back to Wawa. It was so silly thinking about it in my head, but it was the best spark with him, maybe the best feeling.

I walked downstairs, nearly limping the whole way down. Mom watched as I walked down the stairs with a curious look on her face, “Are you okay, Lola?” She asked me, helping me come down. “I’m fine,” I responded letting go of her lending hand, “Those heels killed me last night.” Reaching the last step I took a deep exhale.

“You wore heels last night?” She asked me, “They hurt which means you must’ve had a fun time right?”

There it was, the overthinking of that simple question. I wasn’t on school grounds and I’m still being questioned about it. I love my mother and would never lie to her, but last night wasn't a story to tell to any parent. Although, she would love the part of her daughter being less stressed. “I guess so,” I responded to her, making my way into the kitchen for breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs lead me to the sun-filled kitchen. Grandma was cooking her homemade egg recipe along with her homemade pancake mix. I fell in love with the smell and the fluffy taste to it. “Goodmorning, mija!” She turned around with the spatula in her hand, “How did last night go?”

“Did you meet the Wawa boy?” My mom jumped in, “The golden boy?”

I grabbed the piece of bacon on the plate next to the stove, hot and ready. They wouldn’t let go of Anthony, they would bring him up. I don’t think they knew that he’s going to the same school with me, they only knew him as a one-time thing. “The golden boy?” I asked, “Why do you call him golden?”  Pouring her daily cup of coffee, she sipped it and stared at grandma. The nicknames. When they had a new nickname for someone, I knew they were talking about them before. I was for sure they didn’t talk about him to me, but secretly behind closed doors. A smirk appeared on her face while my grandmother chuckled as if it was an inside joke. “He must have something special to him,” Mom responded, “He made you break the pledge about boys.”

Why did it seem like a pledge to everyone else? It was simple, I didn’t like boys.  I didn’t like the idea of boys, I didn’t like speaking to them, I didn’t like thinking about them, they just weren’t for me. You must’ve caught it before I did by now, notice how I said, “Didn’t?” Mom was right, there was something so damn special about that boy. I couldn’t put two and two together, but it was there somehow. I rolled my eyes, ignoring her comment and looked at the microwave time. It was already 7:40, and school started at 7:50. I quickly ate the piece of bacon and ran upstairs to put on my socks and shoes. The pain on my feet was higher than 10, what’s the level for hell flames? I had no time to waste, I grabbed my shoes and socks, heading downstairs in a rush. “We have to go, mom!” I urgently said, “We’re going to be late.” Taking one last sip from her coffee, she grabbed her keys and kissed her mother goodbye. I hesitated in pain trying to get my shoes on, as the last one couldn’t slip on. I watched as my mother walked out the door in a rush, going to start her car. With my mom out the house, my grandmother walked towards me, kneeling down. “¿Estás bien?” She asked me, “How did the party go?”

“I’m fine,” I replied, “The party was fine.” Making the conversation short, I grabbed my bookbag and headed for the door. “Mija,” She stopped me. I turned around to see what she wanted, as she handed me plain black sunglasses. “You have bags under your eyes and laziness in them,” She said, “It shows you’ve been drinking.” Of course, she would know, she had a daughter that was the party leader of her high school years. I wonder how many times grandma would find her daughter coming late drunk, those were rough times for her. “Thanks, grandma,” I said, “I guess you can see right through me.” She laughed and patted me on the shoulder, “Your mother is my daughter,” She commented, “I would know easily.”

My grandmother was a wise woman, she always knew what to do and what, almost everything, meant. I wanted to tell her about the party and the dream, but it didn’t feel right. I gave her a bright smile and walked outside as my mom honked her horn. “Let’s go!” She yelled out, “You don’t want to be late on the second day back!” I quickly climbed into the back seat as I watched my grandmother wave goodbye.

I wanted to stay home, I didn’t want to bother coming to school today. I had no choice but to face up to what happened, I knew it was going to be the talk of the school. It wasn’t just me, I’m sure others acted the same way I did. But, I can’t help the feeling of being the target. I looked at the glasses my grandmother gave me and put them on, I wanted to seem invisible today. Invisible as if no one could see me, no one could hear me.

 

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