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get another drink.” He disappears into the crowd, leaving me
completely shocked as to what just happened. This is totally going to be our
last date.
    Walking over to a
dartboard, I convince some kids from school to start a match of drinking darts.
The rules are easy. If I hit the middle of the target, they take a shot and
vice versa. Too bad I’m the queen of darts. I don’t know what it is about
drinking games that I love so much. Maybe it’s the control or the competition
or maybe it’s just a lame excuse to get drunk. I grab the darts and aim,
swiftly throwing them through the air, each one hitting the middle circle of
the board. All the guys groan as they pour themselves a shot. After a few
rounds, I’m feeling good but bored.
    “Sorry, guys, I’m
calling it a night.”
    I walk away before they
can convince me to stay. Violet isn’t anywhere to be found, but I do see Mischa
on the porch talking to some redhead. They’re laughing but when he sees me
walking up, his face turns somber. He grabs my forearm in a protective stance.
    “Hey, have you seen
Violet?” I ask.
    “Yeah, she went
upstairs with some guy.”
    Typical reckless
Violet. “And you let her go?”
    He holds his hands up.
“I’m not her babysitter.”
    “Idiot,” I mutter. I
push my way through the crowd to the stairs and grumble to myself as I start opening
random doors. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but the hall seems never ending. There
have got to be at least five bedrooms in this place. The first bedroom is
empty. I knock on the second, but it’s locked and I can’t get it open. The
third and fourth bedrooms are occupied. The occupants were not Violet, and the
sight of buck-naked classmates will be forever burned into my orbs. I check the
bathroom, which has a line of three girls. The only room I haven’t checked is
Aaron’s. A feeling of dread washes over me as I walk up to his door and listen.
Someone is mumbling, but I can’t tell who. I ease the door open, which is
unlocked, to see Aaron and some half-naked girl making out on his bed. I can’t
be too mad, just last night I was making out with someone else, but he’s about
to have sex with her. An hour ago he was trying to convince me to have sex with
him.
    “Aaron!” I scream out.
If anything, I want to make sure and ruin his hook up. “After everything we’ve
been through. After giving your ex-girlfriend herpes and telling me we can’t
have sex until you get it cleared up, you hook up with some random girl?”
    Aaron jumps off the bed
and pulls up his pants. “You crazy bitch. I don’t have herpes.”
    I look past him at the
girl on the bed. “He does, and it’s a bad case too. So I suggest you at least
use a condom.”
    I fly down the stairs
and push through the crowd of people before Aaron can finish getting dressed.
    As I hit the front
porch, letting the screen door slam behind me, I yell at Mischa. “I gotta go.
Can you find a ride home?”
    He crinkles his
forehead. “Are you okay? Where are you going?”
    I turn around to answer
him but am stopped short by Aaron bursting through the front door. His eyes are
bulging from their sockets as he points to the street. “Get the hell out of my
house.”
    I look around, eyes
wide. “I’m out of your house, moron.”
    “Off my property,
slut!”
     I burst out laughing.
How ironic is it that being a virgin makes you a slut?
    In a split second,
Mischa takes the three steps over from the other side of the porch and throws a
punch, hitting him square in the jaw. Aaron falls to the ground and everyone
steps back. I don’t want a fight. I don’t want Mischa to get jumped by Aaron
and his band of pumped up football players. Aaron stands and gets in Mischa’s
face. Both boys, fueled by testosterone, silently stare at each other. I can’t
just sit here and do nothing so I run over and squeeze in between them.
    “Let’s just go,
Mischa.” I look him straight in the eyes. His face is hard, mouth posed into a
straight line,