I was at someone’s house that I shouldn’t have been at.
My mom told me that Bia was no good but I thought she was cool. To a goody two shoes like me, she was the epitome of fun. She was so loud and funny. However, as cool as she was, she invited me to a party before and I refused. I just was never into drinking or any kind of uncontrolled environment.
I was always the mom in all my friend groups. I would always get a call from one of my younger peers begging me to pick them up because they were too drunk. I would show up and see them throwing up in bushes half-dressed. After witnessing that enough, the desire to drink and party hard was extinguished. Not to say I didn’t want to drink. I wanted to drink in more formal environments and not in some frat’s basement.
Bia assured me there would be no boys and no drinking whatsoever. She swore on her life that it would be a small get together. She said we would just watch a bad movie with a few female friends. I thought that sounded like a good time so I left even though my mom advised me against it.
“That girl is no good,” My mom said, sucking her teeth.
“Mom, you just don’t understand her.” I said, getting my bag “Plus, this is going to be a chill get together. No party, no alcohol, no boys,”
“Fine,” My mom said. “You got to be home at 10pm,”
“Mom, I’m twenty not twelve,” I groaned.
“Fine, 11pm,”
I smiled. “Thanks mom,”
I gave her a peck on the cheek and said some sweet words and left the house for the last time. The drive there was uneventful. I didn’t even turn on the music. She lived fairly far so going over to her flat was a little difficult.
I walked up to her house and it started out fine. It was exactly like she said. No boys. No booze. It was just a bad movie with friends until it wasn’t.
The doorbell rang and it grabbed my attention. There were already three of us. I didn’t think there would be any more. Bia pulled up her skin tight jeans and went to answer the door. There was a guy there with a girl dangling on his neck like a piece of jewelry.
Bia looked over her shoulder. “It’s just Justin and Maria. She wanted to bring her boyfriend over. It’s fine,”
It wasn’t fine for me. I should’ve left then but I didn’t. I didn’t want to be seen as a stiff neck that couldn’t handle a single boy. So, I just focused on the movie despite being uncomfortable.
The doorbell just kept ringing and more and more people came flooding in. Then, there was a guy who brought the alcohol and someone turned on loud music. Before I knew it, it was a full blown party and Bia melted into the crowd.
The thumping rap music pierced into my skull and sweaty bodies pushed me left and right. I hated it. I hated it so much and it was late; way past 11pm. I shoved my way through the swaying mindless bodies.
“Bia!” I screamed over the deafening music.
I wanted to see her face and give her a piece of my mind. She was over there on some guy’s lap. I walked over to her. “Bia, I told you I wasn’t comfortable with this!”
She giggled and got to her feet. “So what you need to loosen the fuck up and take a shot,”
Her breath reeked and she blinked slowly, her eyes never fully opening. She was drunk or high. Probably both. Inside, I was terrified. It might be silly to have a fear of parties but this was getting out of hand. People were passed out on couches and pairs of people going into the rooms in the back.
“You know what! You aren’t my friend. Don’t come to me for shit,” I snarled out before making my way out.
“Go bitch!”