The Party...

The Party: 

       Walking slowly over to Jake's house I began to regret saying yes to Katie.  First off I wasn't even that good of a dancer... (and when all of America's dancing today is grinding thats saying something) and second I could hear the party long before I could even see his house.  A bass beat pounded through the street, making the very concrete underneath me vibrate every few seconds.  I wondered who I would see who I knew... I wasn't exactly the most popular guy but I had a decent amount of friends. 

      Anyway, the same jock that had bumped into me earlier that day was posted as a lookout of some sort at the door and leered at me as I drew closer. 

      He laughed. “Well well, if it isn't Allen Walker, what is yo' white a*s doing here?”

      I rolled my eyes and responded sarcastically: “Just taking a walk at 9:30 on a school-night, by the only house thats having a party in the entire neighborhood. You?”

      He looked confused as if he almost believed me. So I just brushed past him and walked in.

      “Get Low” was blasting as loud as humanly possible and the house was full of girl's in ridiculously short skirts and short shirts, they were grinding with guys who looked as if they might decide to take them the girls off to a dark spot where they never would be heard from again.  Surprisingly I recognized a few of the faces; there was Josh from Chemistry, Laura from Humanities, and my heart seemed to miss a beat as I saw her: my ex-girlfriend Sam Kasprak.  She was making out with a senior I knew vaguely.  A small part of me wanted to go over there and beat the s**t out of the guy who was making out with her.  But the rest of me said to just keep going and forget about her. 

      My brain agreed with the majority, so I kept walking, squeezing between girls and guys I knew and didn't.  Saying hi to some and simply ignoring others until I had a double take: over by the bathroom was Kira.  At first I was thinking, what in the hell is he doing here? Then I saw as he pulled out a small bag filled with white crystals and give it to a senior.  In return the senior gave him a small wad of $20 bills.  I whistled to myself softly; dealing at this age was not going to turn out well for him...

      Before I could finish the thought I was attacked by Katie and one of her friends.  I laughed as she dragged me off to the dance floor.  We didn't grind, Katie wasn't that kind of girl but we danced in the corner and I snuck in a kiss on the cheek every once in a while. She was a little against public displays of affection (PDA) so she always pretended she was angry but we both knew she was just playing around.  As the night grew late Katie said she had to go, but that I could stay if I wanted.  I hesitated then asked: 

      “You sure?... You don't want me to walk you home?”

      “Nah, I'll be fine.” She threw her arms around me and pressed her head to my chest and I held her there thinking how much I loved her.  We broke apart and smiled at each other and she mouthed: “I love you”, and I mouthed back: “I love you too”, then with a wave, navigated her way between the dancing bodies and disappeared from view. 

      The next half hour seemed to be a blur: I danced with girls I was friends with, I grinded with a few who I wasn't.  Until around 11.  I didn't know the song that was playing but it was techno, so of course there was dancing, and being the guy that I am I looked for a girl to dance with.  My eye fell on Sam, and even though every part of my brain that loved Katie screamed at me not too, I started over to ask her to dance then stopped.  I watched her silently for a few seconds: her brownish blonde hair lay hanging from her shoulders, her tanned skin tone was a contrast to everyone else's lighter skin.  Her skirt, (a simple jean miniskirt) rode low on her hips, but even then it barely covered her upper thighs, a white cotton tank top a size too small hung from her shoulders.  

      (what are you doing you sad little s**t? She's somebody else's problem now.)

      (Look at her body... think of how much you two felt for each other...)

      I tapped her on the shoulder.  “Dance?” I asked softly

      She considered for a moment, then nodded.  I put my arms around her waist and we danced.  The memories it brought back hit me like a bucket of ice water.  Me saying hi to her for the first time at a school dance.  Me asking her out.  Our first kiss.  All those things and more came back in an instant.  So when she turned around and kissed me, I didn't back away.  But there was... there's no other way to describe it then a taste.  It felt as if I had been electrocuted yet at the same time I felt powerful, it was almost like well the only way I can think to describe it is a high.  A high unlike I had felt before (I hadn't ever been high, but the really happy times in my life I'd like to think of as being high, e.g. scoring the winning goal in a hockey game a few months ago.)

      I backed away a few seconds later and looked at her surprised.  She grabbed my hand and started to drag me upstairs to what I guessed what was going to be Jake's parents bedroom. I almost hesitated but then I let her drag me along, I saw a few other juniors give me looks but I ignored them.  When we reached the stairs it was almost like my legs were made of Jell-O.  That small part of me before that had wanted me simply to ignore her spoke:

      (Allen... don't do this, you know that if you up those stairs you'll lose Katie forever.)

      Yet the other voice told my conscience-type voice to shut the hell up and let what happen, happen.  I placed my foot on the stairs and pushed myself up.  When we reached the landing, my heart started thumping and by the time we reached a room it felt like it was going to explode.  She began kissing me again, almost frantically, but I broke it off.

      “Sam what the f**k is wrong with you?”

      She looked into my eyes and whispered: “Nothing, I just found something amazing.”

      She reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out a small bag wrapped around what looked like a ball, she unwrapped it.  It almost looked like black tar, but I knew what it was: heroin.  I stood there, almost hypnotized by it.  She found over a glass vase, smashed it and put some of the tar in it, pulled out a BIC lighter and mashed it up with the back of it.  She lit the lighter right beneath the glass and I watched as it turned it a thick black liquid, pulling out a needle she filled it up and shot up.  As I watched her face her eyes glazed over and she repeated the process but slower this time and fixed me a slightly bigger shot, threw her hair over her shoulder and stood back, looking at me expectantly. 

      My thoughts raced, and what was only in actuality probably a few seconds felt like hours.  I looked up into her glazed-over eyes and saw the lust, but also a small almost pathetic part looking down at the needle begging for more.  I held out my hand and she put it in my palm.  I made a fist, found a vein, but stopped.  I looked up hesitating, she smiled:

      “Never done it before have you baby?”

      A pause then: “no... I haven't”.

      She smiled and held out her hand, I put the needle back into it, she took my arm and put the needle in.  There was a flash of small pain then she pushed the plunger in.  I waited, and for a few seconds I felt nothing. Then...

      BAM

      It hit me like a cannonball, this feeling of goodness, but as the gas reached my lungs I started to cough, I rode it out.

      I felt powerful, like I was on top of the goddamn world, I looked over at Sam and saw her smile hesitantly.

      That was all I needed.

      I closed the distance between us in a step, and we fell to the bed, and until morning, I knew no more. 

      I ran my fingers across her cheek and kissed Sam softly on the lips.  She tasted vaguely of strawberry's, in the back of my head thought: probably lip gloss.  She kissed back, but more intensely and wrapped her arms around me, pouring all of her passion into the kiss.  I reveled in the moment and for a moment I just was lost: the heroin, the blood pounding in my ears, being with Sam again. 

      But I was back in an instant.  I started to pull off the tank top, then hesitated.  My brain suddenly filled with images of Katie, and how hurt she would be.  It seemed as if Sam felt my hesitation and looked up pleading with me not to stop. 

      I didn't.

      We undressed and made love right there, in a strangers house, right above a party with around a hundred other high-schoolers right underneath us.  I had never felt so alive, the heroin made my senses go on overdrive, I could feel the heat of Sam's bare skin on mine.  I roll onto my side and just hold her listening to the pounding bass beat.  I gazed at her and murmured:

      “You have any more?”

      She looked up her soft blue eyes looking into mine and nodded hesitantly.  She cooked up us some more and as she shot me up I coughed again but then that sense of okayness returned.  I looked at the clock, it read 1:50 AM. 

      “S**t...” My parents had expected me back at midnight.

      I stumbled out of the bed started to put my shirt and jeans back on, my varsity jacket hanging from a chair still.  As she dressed I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes thinking of an excuse when I felt Sam straddle me and I opened my eyes to see hers.  I didn't need to look to see that she was only wearing a bra and underwear.

      “Allen... I need to know: is this just a one time fling or is there going to be an us again?”

      I smiled all thoughts of Katie completely forgotten.

      “Babe, I've been waiting to come back to you ever since we broke up.”

      Absentmindedly I ran my hand along her arm and felt tens of little prick marks.  I looked at her arm and saw needle tracks all along her arms.  In the back of my head I wondered how long she had been shooting up.  But all thoughts were erased when she kissed me again.  I closed my eyes and felt her get up again.  I heard a few rustles as she got dressed.  I grabbed my varsity jacket and put it on, wrapped an arm around her petite shoulders and walked down the stairs.  She smiled at me as reached the bottom floor.  The party had thinned out quite a bit, but there were still a ton of people there.  Another techno song was playing so we grinded.  I slipped my hands into the pockets of her jean skirt as we danced.  She spun around and we started making out on the dance floor.  A few people stopped dancing and started watching us. 

      I didn't care.

      I was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.  I turned around slowly and to my surprise it had been Katie.  She had tears in her eyes, as she slapped me hard.  She started screaming at me.

      “ALLEN YOU A*****E! YOU A*****E!” she started punching me but as she broke into sobs she was reduced to pounding on my chest.  I looked down at her with distaste and took Sam by the hand, and walked away.  (Later I had learned that a few of the juniors that had been staring at me and Sam were Katie's friends.  They had called her when I hadn't returned after half an hour).

      I continued to dance with Sam despite the fact that everyone had given us a large berth.  At the end of the song a few minutes later I checked my phone for the time: it was 2 in the morning. 

      I turned to Sam and showed her the time. 

      “S**t!” she almost shouted, and we booked it, we paused only for a few minutes to kiss each other one last time.

      

As I ran home my mind whirled trying to get my get my thoughts in order and to come up with an adequate excuse for me being 2 hours late.  Surprisingly there were no lights on, so I quietly let myself in.  The house was quiet, and I had to feel my way around.  Even then though I stubbed my toe a few times.  I fell into bed and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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[Aldora Sparrow]

As this isn’t my area of expertise, I will only point out the grammatical errors. Apostrophes and commas, buddy. Here it goes:

“First off[,] I wasn't even that good of a dancer... (and, when all of America's dancing today is grinding…that[’]s saying something) and[,] second[,] I could hear the party long before I could even see his house.”

“I wondered if I would see anyone I knew...” instead of “I wondered who I would see who I knew...”

“by the only house that[’]s having a party in the entire neighborhood.”

“ “Get Low” was blasting as loud as humanly possible and the house was full of girl's in ridiculously short skirts and short shirts, [who] were grinding with guys who looked as if they [were deciding whether] to take the girls off to a dark spot where they never would be heard from again.”

“We didn't grind -- Katie wasn't that kind of girl -- but we danced in the corner…”

“I danced with girl friends, [and even grinded] with a few who [weren’t]”

“…but it was techno, so [naturally] there was dancing. And, being the guy that I am, I looked for a girl to dance with.”

“…that loved Katie screamed at me not [to], I started over to ask her to dance then stopped.”

“I watched her silently for a few seconds[, noticing how] her brownish blonde hair [hung] from her shoulders, how her tanned skin [contrasted (adverb)] to everyone else's.”

These are only the first few. If you want more, you can mail me. Overall, I think some more metaphors and/or similes would make this more interesting. Again, this is not an area I am familiar with so I will not make a fool of myself and pretend to understand. Otherwise, you’re on the right track.