I was new at school.
And this was also my first time at a party.
It was loud and chaotic.
On the verge of irritating and annoying.
But, I bore it.
I slid my glasses off my eyes and dumped them in my bag because I was tired.
Without those rimmed pieces of glass, I was about sixty percent blind.
But did I actually care?
No.
Why?
Because I was tired of staring at the dirty shit that was going on at every corner.
My best friend, Simon had made me escort him to this damn shit.
And now, where was he?
He was fucking nowhere to be found.
The last time I had seen him, he had been giving a tall broad chested blonde an erotic and sensual lap dance.
Yes, he was gay.
I had watched for a minute, intrigued by how his body moved.
That was until the oppression...
I had snorted the moment he had leaned up and kissed the willing blonde.
I knew that I was fucking single!
Did they have to rub it in my face?
No they did not.
But they did anyways!
And, I had walked away instantly.
I had gone to get a shot of alcohol.
And when I had been back, they were gone.
I just knew that they were in one of the many rooms in this house.
And, they would be tearing breathlessly at each other without having enough.
I wished it was I.
But, no one wanted me.
My relationship status was just one word.
Abandoned.
And the one word which happened to be the cherry on the icing for that?
Forgotten.
My throat was dry.
I needed liquid; water or any other strong drink that could knock me out.
I paused for a moment.
Mayhap I should just stick to water.
That was because about ninety five percent of people who were always present at parties needed lectures on consent.
I was the professor.
I couldn't afford to be dead drunk if I needed to teach them that.
I found my way to the kitchen using my instincts and architectural knowledge.
The kitchen was surprisingly quiet and empty when I stepped in.
I found a glass in one of the cabinet and fetched water from the tap.
I drank it all in a blink.
My eyes widened as I stared at the empty cup in my hand.
That was because I hadn't even realized that I was actually that thirsty.
And yet I still wanted more.
I was at the verge of dehydration.
I held the cup under the tap one more time until it was filled to the brim.
And then, I downed it again.
I washed the cup because I was bored and placed it back in the cabinet.
Then, I decided to find Simon.
I couldn't let him have all the fun alone with his one night stand.
I liked voyeurism.
I would rather be a voyeur than stay in this chaos all alone.
I walked out of the kitchen.
The music was not loud here than it was back where I had been cooped.
I signed in exasperation as I passed by a group of teenagers who were having a blast.
They seemed to be playing truth or dare.
I paused for a moment to stare.
The group was cheering as a ginger haired girl leaned over and kissed a nerd.
I knew he was a nerd.
Because he was like me.
But unlike me, he still had his glasses on and looked super super uncomfortable.
Well, he was probably totally blind without his second pair of eyes.
And I sure as hell wasn't going to look like him if that ginger had kissed me.
She was too sumptuous, too beautiful to resist.
I turned to leave, just as hands grabbed me from behind, around my waist.
I froze.
Was this the time to show off my professor skills? To teach someone about consent?
I turned around.
My eyes widened.
And words left my head.