“You’re back already? Where’s Mike?” Sophie inquired as I locked the door behind me, her hands on her hips, and a look of disapproval on his face.
“Mike left.” I said. She started to say something but I cut her off. “He invited both of us to a party at Jaime’s house tonight.”
Sophie frowned. “Who the hell is Jaime?” I rolled my eyes at her.
“He’s the bassist from Mike’s band, Pierce The Veil.” Duh.
Her face lit up instantly. “Oh! So it’s a celebrity party!” she clasped her hands together excitedly.
“I guess you can say that.” I wasn’t really sure who was going to the party, other than the Pierce The Veil guys, so I couldn’t say. And I also didn’t like the fact that Sophie was only agreeing to go to the party because celebrities would be there, but oh well. I wouldn’t go to the party if she didn’t come with me.
“So, we’re going?” She asked me eagerly. Normally, I would decline any invitation to a party. I was more of a stay-home-and-eat-chocolate-until-you-throw-up person. Definitely not a party animal.
Of course we were going. Pierce The Veil was going to be there! Mike was going to be there. He’d left about five minutes ago, and I already craved for his presence again, it was ridiculous. “Yeah, we are.”
Sophie’s eyes threatened to pop out of her head. She squealed in delight. “FINALLY. You’re going out! We’re going out together! This is so exciting, we have to get ready!” She dragged me into the bedroom, picking out my clothes for me without even consulting and ordering me to get into the shower.
I didn’t bother trying to argue with her. Sophie knew what she was doing when it came to dating and fashion. Parties, especially.
An hour later, I stood in front of the full length mirror in Sophie’s room. I was wearing a short tight black skirt, a simple white button-down blouse tucked into it. My first two buttons were undone, barely showing the start of my cleavage. I wore black pumps, red lipstick, and my hair up in a ponytail.
“I look like a slut.” I exclaimed in horror at Sophie.
“You look hot. Mike will be drooling over you all night.” Sophie countered. “You look the perfect amount of sexy. No cleavage and no ass showing. Revealing but yet leaving everything up to imagination.” She looked pretty satisfied with herself, and I sighed.
“Whatever. Let’s go.” It was 10:15. Mike had already texted with Jaime’s address, and it was well twenty minutes away, so we’d get there on perfect timing. I think.
We took Sophie’s car, which we rarely used. Everywhere we had to go usually was pretty close to our building, so the need to use a car was unnecessary.
It was an old Tsuru that had belonged to her granddad a long time ago. It was practically falling apart, but it ran, so we were grand.
We drove for twenty minutes, Sophie occasionally commenting how she was so excited, and how I was so totally getting laid tonight. At that last comment, I just sighed and gave her a serious look. The smile instantly washed from her face and she said, “I’m so sorry Sam. Sometimes I just forget.” To which I said was fine, and looked out the window the rest of the way.
Upon arriving at the Jaime’s place, I noticed a lot of cars parked outside and all the way down the block. Sophie and I found a spot eventually and parked. As I stepped out of the car, I observed Jaime’s house. It was big, but it couldn’t be considered a mansion. It was simple and classy. It was a two story structure, with stone stairs leading up to the main entrance.
Sophie and I walked up the stairs, me struggling a little with the heels. My friend rang the doorbell and we waited for a while.
Jaime Preciado opened the door for us with a big smile. My feet felt like Jell-O underneath me. I was in front of Jaime Preciado. I was standing in front of his house. I was attending to a party in his home.
His smile faltered a little. “Um, who are you?” He chuckled nervously, and I was just about to answer when he composed himself. “Oh! Are any one of you Sam?”
I raised my hand a bit. “Yep. That’s me.” I motioned over to Sophie. “This is my friend, Sophie.”
Jaime smiled again. “Sweet! Mike said you’d come. Come on in!”
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and guided me into his house. My insides were trembling as I noticed plenty of famous people around me, cups of alcohol in their hands, the smell of cigarettes heavy in the air.
Sophie walked right beside me, regarding the people around us just like me. But I knew better, she was looking for her next hook-up.
Jaime guided us to where the rest of the gang was. Vic, Tony and Jess, Jaime’s girlfriend. Where was Mike?
“Guys, this is Sam,” he pronounced my name with a heavier tone. “The girl Mike hasn’t shut up about in a two weeks.”
Mike hadn’t shut up about me? I felt myself go crimson. “Hi guys.” I whispered. “This is my friend Sophie.”
“Oh! Sam, nice to meet you.” Vic jumped off the couch and gave me a big hug. Wow. I was hugging Vic Fuentes! Oh God, I was such a fangirl.
“I could say the same! I’ve a huge fan since I was seventeen.” I smiled ecstatically.
“Cool, Mike never mentioned that.” Said Tony, giving me a big smile, right before turning his attention to Sophie. “Hey.” He said.
“Hi.” Sophie was twirling a strand of her hair around her finger. Here we go again. Even Tony Perry was a sucker around Sophie.
“So, Mike said you were an Art College student.” Said Vic, shooting an amused glance at Tony and Sophie.
I smiled. “Yeah, I am.”
“He also said you were Mexican. That’s cool.” How much had Mike told them about me?
“That I am.” I grinned
Vic gave me one last smile and started conversation with Jaime. I turned around, looking for Sophie, but saw her deeply into her flirtatious phase with Tony.
This is why I hate parties. I’m always so awkward around people I don’t know. But I had to admit, the fact that I was surrounded by all of my idols had my stomach doing nonstop backflips.
I searched around the crowd for Mike, and finally spotted him. He was talking to a very attractive blonde bimbo, her shirt showing an unnecessary amount of cleavage.
I felt my heart sink to the pits of my stomach. Certainly Mike had only invited me because he felt bad for bailing out on our pizza date.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I started backing away into the nearest bathroom I could find. I took a couple of deep breaths and steadied my heat beat. I was okay. Mike was a celebrity, of course girls would be all around him most of the time.
I fixed some stray hairs falling out of my tight ponytail, and exited the bathroom. I started walking towards where Sophie was, until I felt a hand grasp my wrist.
“There you are.” Mike said, pulling me close. His breath smelled of alcohol and tobacco. I found that strangely alluring.
“Here I am.” I said, smiling up at him.
“I was looking for you. I saw Sophie talking to Tony and Jaime said that you were here, but I couldn’t find you.” He intertwined his fingers with mine, and leaned in to give me a peck on the cheek.
“I saw you talking to somebody, and I didn’t want to interrupt.” I tried to keep the venom out of the word somebody. “So I went into the bathroom really quick.”
He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Are you jealous Samantha Martinez?”
“What? No! Why would I be?” I tried to make my voice sound convincing, but by the look on his face I knew I’d failed miserably.
“Come on, let’s go get you a drink.” I tried to protest but he just dragged me through the crowd of people and into the kitchen.
“What do you want?” He said with too-wide grin. He was drunk.
“Water.” I said.
He puffed out air. “Don’t be ridiculous. Seriously what do you want? I’ll make it for you.”
I squeezed his hand. “Seriously Mike, water. I don’t drink.”
His eyes narrowed. “You don’t drink as in tonight, or as in never?”
“I don’t drink as in I haven’t had alcohol in my life.” I shot him a shy smile.
“WOMAN! How the fuck do you live?!” He exclaimed in frustration.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve just never felt the need to do it.”
He smiled mischievously. “There’s always a first.”
I shook my head. “Water, please.”
He frowned a bit, but brought me a glass of cold water. I pecked him on the cheek. “Thank you.”
We walked back to the living room and sat on the couch, where the rest of the band was.
“DD?” Vic asked curiously, eyeing my glass of water.
“No dude. Apparently Sam here is a prude and doesn’t drink.” Mike stretched an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his side.
“I am not a prude!” I smacked him playfully and he chuckled.
Everyone else laughed at my face.
Sophie, of course, had to chime in eventually. “Hey! Let’s play a game!”
“Let’s play spin the bottle please please please please” Jaime begged and everyone groaned. “Hey! It’s my house. We’ll play whatever I want.”
“You’re such a teen.” Vic muttered.
Jaime gulped down the last of his beer and placed the empty bottle on the coffee table in the center of the group. He gave it a spin and groaned as it pointed at him, Tony’s command.
“Alright, truth or dare?” Tony asked, with a smirk.
“Dare.”
“Okay, I dare you to kiss Vic on the lips.” If he felt the tiniest bit of remorse while saying this, Tony sure as hell didn’t seem like it.
Vic protested out loud. “What the fuck dude? I’m not going to let—“ But Jaime had already given him a quick peck on the lips, throwing his arms in the air in success.
“DUDE. NOT COOL.” Vic wiped at his lips angrily.
“Whatever dude, I’m drunk.” Was Jaime’s answer.
Tony grabbed the bottle and gave it another spin. Now it was his turn to play. “Dare.” He said.
“Alright,” Jessica clasped her hands together. “I dare you to……..have five minutes in the closet with Sophie.”
Everyone around started saying ´Ohhh’s´ and ´Ahhh’s´. A crowd had started to gather around the game, people expecting to see some action.
Tony just smiled. He grabbed Sophie’s hand and pulled her up with him, leading her down the hall as the whole party cheered them on.
After, in fact, five minutes they came back. Sophie’s hair was a mess, and her face was flushed. Tony’s face was a mask of contentment.
They got a small round of applause, and Jessica gave the bottle a spin. Shoot, Mike´s turn. Commanded by Sophie.
She scratched her chin. “Hmmm, interesting.” I shot her a warning glance. Don’t you dare bitch. But that only made her smile bigger. “Mike, I dare you to make out with Sam for three minutes. Right here, in front of everybody.”
My face burned with passion. Damn the woman. Before I could do as much as open my mouth to protest, Mike had already cupped my face in his hands and engulfed me in a hot, hungry kiss.
To my surprise, I found myself responding with the same amount of hunger and desire as him, oblivious to the many cheers and hoots that erupted around us. He buried his hands in my hair, making my insides burn. Not really sure what to do with my own hands, I placed one on his thigh and another one behind his neck.
Much to my discontent, our three minutes eventually came to an end. Mike pulled away, leaving me gasping desperately for breath. He chuckled and resumed his position with his arm around me.
Sophie was looking at me with her mouth open in disbelief, her eyes expressing her giddiness. If it weren’t for the fact that we were surrounded by people, I was pretty sure she’d start doing her humping gestures.
After a couple of more rounds of spin the bottle, we eventually got bored. The guys went to the kitchen for some shots, and Sophie scooted over to sit beside me.
“Dude that was hot.” I swear, her smile couldn’t be bigger. “I think he really likes you.”
“You do? Seriously?” I asked. I hoped he did.
She rolled her eyes at me. “Well duh. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you throughout the whole game!”
This made my insides curl with delight. “I really like him too.”
We heard laughter and hoots from the kitchen. Clearly, people were getting hammered in there.
Eventually, they started piling out. A now very drunk Mike came up to me and practically swept me off my feet.
I giggled. “Mike stop it! Where are you taking me?” I pounded him with my fists.
He just chuckled. “You’ll see babe.” Babe? I shivered.
Mike started carrying me up the flight of steps that led to the second floor, down a hallway and into what I could only guess was a guest bedroom.
He threw me on the bed and climbed on top of me, attacking me with tickles.
I could barely contain my shrieks. “God! No Mike stop!” I was choking on my laughter and twitching around in the bed, trying to push him off me without success.
After tears started spilling down my face, Mike finally decided to take mercy on me and stop. He wiped the teardrops with his thumb and gave me a peck on the lips. “You look really hot tonight.” He slurred in my ear.
Oh, God. My toes curled. It was amazing the effect he had on me with just a couple of words. I could feel the body heat coming from him, pressed on top of me.
His lips crashed down on mine, making my thoughts become senseless and wild. He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. His tongue did a tango with mine, and his hands started to stroke my body hesitantly. My legs, my waist, my stomach; he was making me crazy.
I kissed him back, twirling my fingers in his hair.
After a while of making out, he started to get bolder. His hand started to scoot up my skirt, the other one fumbled with my blouse buttons.
That snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? “Mike, wait—“ I started.
“Shh, it’s okay.” He stroked my face. “I have protection.” His voice came out in a lazy, drunken slur.
Protection? Aw hell no. “No, Mike stop.” I turned my head away from him, but his lips came down on the bare skin of my throat. Oh, did that feel good. “Stop it Mike,” I started pushing his shoulders, seeking freedom from underneath him.
He wouldn’t stop, and I started to panic. “Mike, get off me!” I pushed with all my might and managed to wiggle free. I scrambled out of the bed and fumbled to shrug down my skirt.
I looked at the face of a very shocked and confused Mike Fuentes, lying on his back in the bed, staring at me with wide eyes.
I stared back, my eyes starting to fill up with angry and embarrassed tears. I knew this was going to happen eventually. He was a rockstar, for Christ’s sake. Of course he’d expect that from every girl that showed interest in him. Well, I wasn’t like other girls, and I sure as hell couldn’t give him what he wanted.
Realization dawned on his face when he saw a tear trickle down my cheek. “Fuck,” He reached out a hand to me. “Sam—“
I backed away into the wall behind me. “Just…….don’t Mike.” I stared at the ground.
His voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I’m so sorry Sam.”
Not even bothering to answer him, I exited the room and stumbled down the stairs, the tears falling freely down my cheeks now.
There was a reason why I hadn’t had a date in over four years. There was a reason why nobody wanted me.
I had fooled myself into believing that maybe, it’d be different with Mike. I’d completely ignored the walls I had built up around me, and now it was backfiring on me.
I was stupid and reckless for thinking Mike would actually care about me, not just expect sex.
I was an idiot for believing that maybe, this time it could be different.

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