Dave's blog with added twist/ Collette Charles
so it's not finished yet...but it's a start and i think it's 200 words
The door opens and the night begins. It’s the smell of smoke, the blast of stereo, the holler of frat boys, that makes her uncomfortable for the first time tonight. She was comfortable with wearing a short, jean skirt. Comfortable with teasing up her dark hair, comfortable with catcalls and a little flirting. But flirting is the last thing on this boy’s mind, the one who has cozied up to her just now. His hand parks on her thigh, higher than she’s known, his other arm snakes around her neck, holding a drink close to her face. She’s never smelled liquor before. Her girlfriend smiles at her and gives a lusty wink, thumbs up. How do you say no?
When her roommate offered to hook her up with a friend, she didn’t know this would happen. Didn’t realize he would have other plans, the kind she’s never had. He offers her a drink, and she doesn’t even know what she’s agreeing to ingest. But she holds the cup and takes a sip, burning down all the way. It’s not the way her other dates have gone; mini golfing, football games, burgers and milkshakes. No other boy has taken her upstairs before.
This is the part where she gets scared. She’s not sure if it’s the wild stare he gives her, or his hand on her waist, but either way, she’s not ready for this. She knew she looked good before she left the safety of her dorm, but now she’d rather take off the makeup and dress in sweats. He still hasn’t asked her anything about herself, other than her name and where she was living. And to push drink after drink on her. It doesn’t even burn anymore; the numbness in her throat is spreading to her mind. She doesn’t push him away, doesn’t show her fear as he kisses her. No boy has kissed her this hard, with this intensity before.
It’s almost like she’s left her body and is watching the scene from the shelves above the bed. Almost like she can’t feel what’s happening to her; not that she wants to. The word “no” has bubbled up close to the surface a few times, but can’t seem to break through her lips. It’s hard to get a word in edgewise when you can barely breathe.
The door opens and the night begins. It’s the smell of smoke, the blast of stereo, the holler of frat boys, that makes her uncomfortable for the first time tonight. She was comfortable with wearing a short, jean skirt. Comfortable with teasing up her dark hair, comfortable with catcalls and a little flirting. But flirting is the last thing on this boy’s mind, the one who has cozied up to her just now. His hand parks on her thigh, higher than she’s known, his other arm snakes around her neck, holding a drink close to her face. She’s never smelled liquor before. Her girlfriend smiles at her and gives a lusty wink, thumbs up. How do you say no?
When her roommate offered to hook her up with a friend, she didn’t know this would happen. Didn’t realize he would have other plans, the kind she’s never had. He offers her a drink, and she doesn’t even know what she’s agreeing to ingest. But she holds the cup and takes a sip, burning down all the way. It’s not the way her other dates have gone; mini golfing, football games, burgers and milkshakes. No other boy has taken her upstairs before.
This is the part where she gets scared. She’s not sure if it’s the wild stare he gives her, or his hand on her waist, but either way, she’s not ready for this. She knew she looked good before she left the safety of her dorm, but now she’d rather take off the makeup and dress in sweats. He still hasn’t asked her anything about herself, other than her name and where she was living. And to push drink after drink on her. It doesn’t even burn anymore; the numbness in her throat is spreading to her mind. She doesn’t push him away, doesn’t show her fear as he kisses her. No boy has kissed her this hard, with this intensity before.
It’s almost like she’s left her body and is watching the scene from the shelves above the bed. Almost like she can’t feel what’s happening to her; not that she wants to. The word “no” has bubbled up close to the surface a few times, but can’t seem to break through her lips. It’s hard to get a word in edgewise when you can barely breathe.
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