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Deep-set and more vivid with long and upturned fake eyelashes, darkened and thickened by the mascara, accentuated with glittery shadow, intensifying the details of my pained but keen eyes, considering the situation a few days ago. Scanning every detail as I brush a dash of blush on again, changing my lipstick color a few times now. I smiled, frowned, pouted my lips, and smirked. Making various appearances in front of my reflection.
I had been in this position for almost an hour now. I stand up, sit down, turned around several times in front of my full-length mirror, perfecting my look. I'm already satisfied and impressed with my attractive, moreover gracious, viewable appearance. The black leather, bodycon mini dress, halter top, half bareback, and V-neckline with an exaggerated low cut exposing my cleavage, illuminates my flawless, fair skin and fits perfectly on my slenderly curved body.
Totally done and bored, I decided to go downstairs and wait for Nixon in the lounge. Nixon, as my date, promised to fetch me and go together to our School Ender Party. But he's terribly late, so I took out my phone from my pouch and texted him.
Hey, where are you?
Message sent.
Meanwhile, there's a roaring sound of an arriving car and a sudden brake as it squeaks, near enough, as if it's just in the front yard.
"Ugh, hope it's him." Rolling my eyes, disappointed.
I stood up to check the origin of the noise. The exact moment I heard the engine stop, then, in less than a second, a car door clicking and loud smashing, suggested my perception that someone was in a hurry.
At the same point in time, I opened the front door. In a rush, Nixon came in from our gate.
"Finally! For almost an hour, I thought you weren't going to show up." Yes, I'm upset, but I'm always ready to shrug it off anytime, with just one simple apology. All this time, I'm still trying to be a good girlfriend to him. Even if I'm not anymore, sure enough, I'm still happy in our relationship.
"Sorry, babe, it's just that my friend doesn't have a ride to school, and well, I'm just trying to be generous, you know." Nixon, trying to make an excuse, yet with a cynical smirk.
The sharp scent of alcohol stings my nasal cavity once it gets in my nostrils as he came close to kiss me on my cheek. But then again, I didn't bother to pay attention. Instead, I remarked. "Ow, are you really that kind, or is he just so special to get the first ride?" Assuming that he's talking about a male friend.
"Come on, babe, are you jealous? She's just blocks away from my house. So I just decided to drive her first?" He continues explaining as we walk towards his car.
SHE?! So she's definitely a girl. Musing on my suspicion. Causing some sense of awkwardness in me throughout the ride, substantiated by the sweet scent of a girl's perfume filling the car. Still, trying to ignore everything.
My attention focused on the vision of distorted, fading buildings by the sidewalk, passed by this whizzing car. I got distracted by the feel of a warm palm caressing my left knee. "Hell, you're so hot." Nixon licked his lips and bit them with a steady gaze on me as he slightly lowered his head.
Despite being awkward and uneasy, still and all, I was able to call him out. "Eyes on the road, please."
Found a chance to observe him; with his sarcastic smile, the used-to-be yellowish cheeks were now turned reddish. The chinky eyes that are now focused on the road are rimmed with red. His intoxicated.
"You've been drinking." I opened up a topic to start a conversation. Thinking it might help us arrive safely at our destination.
"Few shots. I just passed by the billiard hall, and the team was there." He narrated.
Could Ziggy be there? Is he also drinking? I have never seen him try any alcohol ever since. Now, it's my thoughts out of topic.
Nixon turned the wheel towards the parking lot, and with a sudden halt, awakened me from my dreamy state. He turned the engine off, stepped out of the car, and turned around to open up the door for me.
The glare from the kaleidoscopic lights of the party was blinding, forcing me to blink a few times just before the neon-colored, abstract-designed graffiti painted on temporary walls was exposed to my vision, disclosing the rave party theme. Surrounding the vicinity are several stand tables highlighted with neon-colored stickers at the sides and glow sticks in a glass covered with glitter as a table centerpiece. The neon-colored hanging decorations above the head enhances more of the party spirit. The techno music played by the DJ is deafening and lively, as enthusiastic as the DJ himself. He moves gracefully with the beat at his station on the stage. Numerous students crowded the dance floor with their ferocious dance moves, as some of them huddled together above the elevated LED dance floor, making their movements more vigorous with every spark of colorful blinking lights from the floor.
At a vacant stand table not far from the entrance, we found our spot.
"I'll grab us some drinks; just wait here." Nixon's voice is roaring as he whispers, almost touching my earlobe, amid the blustering techno music, while he got his hands to wrap around my waist.
I nod with a slim smile while moving a bit in cadence with the music.
As Nixon freed off, I moved my sight in the fullness of the venue. I caught sight of Bettina near the entrance door, just coming in with her wide and enchanting smile as she was holding her companion's waist tightly as he's too wrapping his arms around her shoulders. I didn't know much about the guy, but I've seen him on campus. He's a junior Engineering student. But confused why it's not Ziggy she's with; where could he be? Is she cheating on him?
I scowled as I approached Bettina. I'm terribly sorry for Ziggy. Many thoughts bothered me at that moment. I want to know right there and then what's happening. Where's Ziggy, and if he's even aware that Bettina's with other men, how could Bettina do this? "Bettina!"
Taken aback by my call, Bettina explained to me in no time. Hi Cuz, I know that look, and FYI, me and I broke up. So stop that grimace, okay." Pats my back before she went back to her date, and together they strode their way to the dance floor.
On my way back to the standing table, I had accidentally eavesdropped on two girls chitchatting. One of them was familiar to me, and it was Amabel.
"Isn't Nixon your date? I saw you guys in his car," says the girl with a teasing smirk.
"Hush, will you shut up!" Amabel breaks into a smile.
So, she's the friend me and Nixon just talked about. I decipher.
A few moments later, Nixon came back with two glasses of mocktail punch in hand.
The party is on high; Nixon pulls me out of the gym. "I'm getting bored; let's go somewhere."
I followed his lead, as I was a bit wobbly. It seems the punch affected me. Though I'm still aware and not drunk, but got confused; I had only drunk a glass, and the school didn't even allow alcohol in it.
I turn my head back and forth in wonder. We didn't go back to his car or go out of school; instead of the other building just inside the school. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet." He answered.
Still confused. "What are we going to do here?"
We reached a passageway with a dead end and a door labeled AUDIO VISUAL ROOM. He suddenly pushed me against the wall and kissed me.
Nixon is my boyfriend, yes, but why it? What he's doing doesn't feel right to me. It terrified me, and I tried to push him away, but he held me tighter, suppressing my arms. I felt too weak to fight back. Until his kisses slid from my jaw to my neck, down to my collarbone. I struggled out from his embrace, thus, makes my skirt roll up, exposing my lingerie.
It makes me really regret wearing this dress.
He trapped my hand above my head with his firm grip without stopping the oscillation and got lower onto my bosom.
"Nixon, please stop this; this isn't the right time." Omg, I don't even have any idea what to say to convince him to stop.
This is crazy; I tried to hit him on his weenie with my knee. Sad to say, my knees are too short to reach it. Almost naked, I felt panicked. I know it won't help if I spent my strength yelling for help. We're too far from the crowd, and that place is clamoring. There's nothing else I can think of, but I bumped my head hard enough on his chin the moment I found a chance. I felt dizzy; my vision darkened as I felt excruciating pain in my head. Yet there was a faded part of my vision of Nixon Falls. Then everything turned black after I collapsed.