15Prolog
All high school parties start the same. Some rich, popular boy or girl's parents go on a work related trip, leaving supposed responsible teen home alone. Teen isn't responsible at all and calls their friends. Friends call up sluts and players. Sluts and players call up best friends. Best friends bring older boyfriend. The cycle continues until people who the teen doesn't even know has been invited to the party and it's an all-out mess.
On the inside, no party is exactly alike. Things are always in different place based on the style of the rich teen's home. The dance floor can be in the basement or some room that the builders decide to just throw in there. The food will sometimes be in the kitchen or randomly placed about the place. Alcohol is everywhere and anywhere. This makes every party harder to navigate, yet easier to confuse the bathroom for a bedroom where a couple is fornicating on the owner's sheets.
Parties are parties; they all end the same way. Someone or some people make a mistake. Teens drink and drive, ending up in jail or dead. Girls get pregnant. Boys…well boys get nothing but the satisfaction of saying, "I did the girl," and maybe, on a slim chance (or big one), an STD.
I'm a mistake.
My first high school party was spring break of my freshman year. My friend Lily made me go. Her words were, "Viviana, you spend too much time in books rather than with actual people. You don't have a boyfriend and I'm your only friend. You're a sad excuse for a teen. Live, Vivi. Please?"
Her speech, as poor as it was, made me feel lame and I agreed to go. I dressed in a short leather skirt and a flattering halter top, compliments of Lily. At eleven, I entered the home of the rich teen. At eleven-thirty, I couldn't find Lily. At twelve, I was sitting on a couch with a coke in my hands, watching my peers dance, drink, and, unfortunately, fornicate. Bored out of my mind, I tried to leave.
He grabbed me from behind. He whispered sweet words into my ear that made me shiver in anticipation. He kissed my neck and held me tight. He rocked me in time with the music. Taking Lily's advice, I danced with him for what feels like forever.
"Will you give yourself to me?"
I wasn't drunk – nor was he – but for some reason I said yes. I let him lead me up the stairs. I let him take me into one of the many bedrooms. I let him undress me and place me in the middle of the bed. I let him kiss me and suck on me and tease me. Worst of all, I let him enter me, giving him more than my virginity.
"I love you, Viviana. Always have." I believed him. Truth is, I felt the same way.
Next day, he was there when I opened my eyes. He kissed me good morning and talked to me, in no rush to leave the privacy of the room. When we did leave, he offered me a ride to which I accepted. Before getting out his car, he kissed me one last time. In my mind, he was different from other guys.
When the Monday after spring break came, I was completely prepared to be greeted with a kiss in the hall like I see many girls receiving from their respected guy. I was prepared to be walked to class and blushing when the teacher deemed me late because we took too long to say goodbye. I was prepared feel loved.
He was with his friends when I walked up to him. I expected to be pulled into his arms and kissed on the forehead before he continued his conversation. I thought I would be his prized girl at his side. Instead he ignored me, pretending not to notice the looks his friends were giving him. It wasn't long before one of them questioned about my presence.
"Pay no attention to her," he said. "She's just some girl that follows me around. She'll go away soon."
Those words hurt worse than the breaking of my hymen. To be discarded like a piece of trash after what happened between us was like being stabbed multiple times. My heart was torn in two seconds.
If it wasn't for me being in the middle of a busy hallway, I would have cried. I left him there, not saying a word and not glancing back. I felt dumb to think he cared, for thinking that he was different. I should have known.
Days later he stopped by my house. He wanted to talk, but I slammed the door in his face. Never again will his sweet words get to me. Never.
Two month later, the sickness came. I was barfing, not eating, and I would sleep all day. My mom took me to the hospital. There I learned he took more than my virginity, did more than break my heart. He impregnated me, taking away my life. No protection was used on that regrettable night and I was paying for it.
I didn't leave right away. I made it through the rest of the school year with no one being the wiser about my condition. I left that summer to live with my grandmother in the next state over. Not wanting to be ridiculed, my grandmother homed schooled me and helped me to prepare for the baby. I later found out I was having more than one. I had my twin girls a month early, the first of November. I continued to be homed schooled until my junior year. Grandma took care of the girls while I was at school, then I would take over and do my homework when they slept.
Grandma died last month. Though the house is paid off and left to me and the girls, I can't do everything alone. I sell the house and go back to my parents. Mom will take care of my now one and half year olds when school starts. I'm going back to the same neighborhood, to the same school, to the same presence of the man who donated sperm to make my babies.
A/N: Hey guys! I know I took this down a while ago, but I've decide to but it back up. I'm editing it and maybe do a little rewriting to it. I may add more chapters or not. Maybe the ending will change. We'll have to see! Please review telling me what you think of the newly improved prolog. Also go visit my other story and drop a review on that. Hoped you like both stories!