10This is my first one-shot story so here goes.
One look. One word. Nothing special. Not to anyone else. To me, it was the world.
'Hey.' He would smile; brighten up the face that God himself sculpted. He was heavenly, to say the least.
More looks. More words that eventually formed questions and curiosity. Things that shouldn't have been special, yet they were all I had.
'Have I got something in my hair?' The glorious hair that would shine when the light touched it.
'Is there something stuck in my teeth?' Those teeth…I don't think I've ever seen teeth as perfectly shaped and white.
To be frank, I was obsessed. Not so much that I would go around licking the mud off his wonderfully original trainers or collecting a stash of his used tissues.
The phone would go off and I would answer on the first tacky ring of the Crazy Frog (which I had only put on because it made him laugh) hoping that it was him. The guy who plucked at my heart strings with a simple glance or one of his boyish smiles that brought out the dimple in his right cheek.
But it would never be him. Until that morning. The morning that I thought was the best day of my life. The Crazy Frog would start his binging and I would wait before answering, prolonging the moment in case it was him.
'Hey,' said the voice which made the butterflies in my stomach spring to life.
'H-hi.' In comparison I sounded like a squeaky mouse to a brave lion.
'What are you up to today?'
'Nothing, really.' I was never busy, just so I could wait for him to ask.
'Good.' He laughed. 'How about coming out with me and my friends? They've wanted to meet you for awhile now.'
'S-sure. I'd love to!'
He would come and pick me up in his black Audi TT at about seven at night. I would get into the back and be squished in from all sides by three of his friends. His mates would have had the bad breath of alcoholics, but I was too stupid to realise that. I was just glad at the fact that I was in his car, being 'introduced' to his friends. I was also too stupid to realise that the car was headed down to the nearest shop that sold beer and vodka- Unwins.
They would get out of the car and tell me to stay in the back seat and wait for them.
So I did.
Twenty minutes later, they would come out holding several bottles of WKD and a few six-packs of beer. I had no idea how they had paid, but not only did I not care, I didn't think either.
We went to a local park and when I was offered one of the bottles of WKD I didn't turn it down. My common sense was overridden by what I thought was the love I felt for the guy whose lap I was sitting on.
My first healthy swig of the bluish vodka had me choking up.
'We have our first alcohol virgin, lads!' There was an uproar of drunken laughter, even I joined in.
His hand strayed from his can to my leg and continued up until it was under my shorter-than-sense skirt.
When all his friends had collapsed into a drunken stupor on the grass/wood chips he leaned into me from behind and whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
'Wanna come back to my place?'
I smiled up at him. 'That's a good idea. But what about your friends?'
He grinned. 'Those wankers can look after themselves for once.'
I lost my virginity that night. To someone who I didn't really know- no matter how obsessive I was. He made me feel special, but maybe that was just the chocolate that turned out to be weeks out of date that he gave me.
I woke up the next morning to find the bed empty besides me.
He's just making breakfast, I bet.
The kitchen was small…and empty. So was the bathroom, and the hallway and the living room. He wasn't there. I waited around in case he'd gone out just to get breakfast or a drink or something else.
After a disappointing hour I got dressed in the clothes that now made me feel sluttish and cheap.
I called him numerous times over the next few days. No answer. I felt empty. Not so special anymore. As if the world could go on and I would just stay this way forever. But it was not to be that way. I couldn't wallow in self-pity. I just had to give it one last try.
'Are you there? I know it seems like I'm desperate, but I love you and-'
There was a click from the other end of the call. 'Look, bitch, he doesn't love you! Get it? It was just sex! Get over him! He gave you what you wanted 'cause he pitied you! 'N' he's with me now!' The girl who had picked up the phone hung up.
I was too shocked to do anything. I sat on my bed for the next hour before I could feel any emotion. Wetness leaked down my cheek, it blurred me vision. I made no noise. No movement. I just sat there and cried.
It was over.
All because of my obsessive stupidity.
I hope it was ok! I wasn't really sure how to keep it going but hopefully it was readable!
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Filaffellum
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