Not So Good

I can't remember when this became a normal everyday thing for me but it was. Being upstairs with him at every party just became normal like eating or breathing, I knew I was gonna do it and I did every time. I've only been here 6 months and I'm one of the most popular girls at school. So I benefit from this little thing we have going on whatever it was. If it weren't for him the ITS would have never talked to me. It all started 4 months ago I had been in my new school for only 2 months and only had one friend Jaymiee.

Jaymiee was a year younger and she was always happy and perky. Sometimes her optimistic attitude got annoying but she was a sweetheart and a good friend. She was also spoiled and rich a lethal combination. She convinced her parents to let her throw a party while they were out-of-town. It was tiki themed around her Olympic size pool. At my old school I went to parties all the time and nothing good ever happened at them for me. As I watched Jaymiee boss the people around she hired to set up I took a few shots of vodka to loosen up. An hour or so after the party started he approached me, his name is Sam, Sam Golding. He was hot I won't lie he had his haircut short, very muscular, pretty blue eyes and a smile that would make you melt.

"Hey," he said.
"Hey," I said back as composed as I could.
"Banging party huh."
"Yeah."
"So you're good friends with Jaymiee huh."

Oh great I thought to myself he's here to talk about Jaymiee. A lot of guys approached me asking me to hook them up with her and I don't blame them, she was beautiful. She was thin, had long beautiful blonde hair, cat-like blue eyes and thanks to the doctors at Simon and Rogers's cosmetic surgery center a wonderfully huge bust. Me not so lucky on the looks. I wasn't fat but very curvy, long dark black hair, big brown eyes and fortunately big boobs, I was nowhere near as pretty as Jaymiee. I let out a quiet sigh and crossed my arm nonchalantly.

"Yeah you could say that," I replied.
"Hey you wanna go upstairs where it's a little quieter."
"Sure."

And that was that thanks to those few shots of vodka I was making out with someone I barely knew. 4 months and 6 parties later I find myself on my knees in some stranger's house. As that warm bitter taste entered my mouth I knew we were done. I knew I'd get up he'd kiss me and I'd leave and a few minutes later he'd follow. We had it all worked out so no one would ever know. And as I described it happened scene by scene it was always the same thing.