Somebody Love Me (Journeys) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Michelle Sutton
but the truth was I never planned to spend the night at her house. The idea was for me to meet Mike and spend the night at Dirk's place getting to know Mike, while Jenny fooled around with Dirk.
Jenny said Mike was even better looking than her boyfriend and I was fortunate that he really liked me just from talking to me on the phone. She said she was glad that I'd finally meet him so we could all hang out together.
She gave me directions and I wrote them down and shoved them into my pocket. I brought a little bag of clothes and a whole lot of excitement with me. She said we'd "party up" first, whatever that meant. It sounded fun, so I figured why not? If it would help me relax for my first time, it couldn't hurt. Up to that point I'd never drunk more than one beer in my life, and though I knew people who smoked pot, I still hadn't experimented with it myself. The worst thing I'd done was smoke cigarettes.
So I took the bus to this neighborhood where Jenny's boyfriend lived, and I walked to his apartment as the sun was setting. It made the neighborhood look creepier because the streets were littered with trash, including dirty diapers. Random beer cans and needles rested alongside them on the lawn, as well as little rubber things that looked like deflated balloons. My neighbors would freak out if that kind of trash lay on the ground where I lived. They'd probably call the cops. I shivered at what those disposed items indicated about the neighborhood, well, beyond the obvious.
The sun set pretty late during the summer in Central New York. Earlier Jenny had told me she'd meet up with me at Dirk's apartment between eight and nine o'clock at night. I knocked on his door at exactly 8:30 that evening. Somehow I'd managed to arrive at Dirk's place first, and I didn't like it. My initial excitement about meeting Mike faded as time passed and there was still no sign of Jenny.
If I had realized my friend was planning to abandon me that evening, I would have taken the last bus home. But I didn't find out she wasn't coming to her boyfriend's house until after ten. She called him after she got home from the hospital and said she was sorry, but she had to cancel. Apparently her mother had passed out and she had to stay with her mom at the ER until they released her to go home. By then I'd had a few too many beers so my mind was fuzzy. I didn't know what to do.
"Sorry to hear that, babe. Wish you were here." He winked at me.
He wasn't the only one. I needed Jenny to make me feel safe. The longer I sat in the apartment alone with her boyfriend, the more uncomfortable I got. So I drank more beer, which was the worst thing I could do since I was such a lightweight.
Dirk laughed and told her I'd already gone home. "She was a nice girl, too. What a bummer Mike wasn't here to meet her. He said he'd be late. When he gets here, I'll tell him we'll just have to reschedule. Love you."
He hung up before I could grab the phone and tell her he was lying.
"But I'm still here. Why'd you tell her I left?"
He shrugged and grabbed two more cans of beer from the fridge. Returning to where I sat on a kitchen chair, he offered me one. I shook my head, which spun from the motion. I was drunker than I cared to admit. I'd heard about people getting wasted. I was almost there myself, so I said, "I've had enough."
Cracking open a can, he sucked it down and burped. With a smirk he popped open the top of the other one and some froth sprayed in my direction.
I frowned and wiped my face.
The way he looked at me with a gleam in his eye made me nervous, and a slight panic crawled up my throat. The room started swaying when I tried to stand. So I sat back down. Dirk sat beside me on another chair. I studied the cigarette burns on his Formica-covered table top while trying to decide how to handle the last minute change of plans.
I couldn't decide if I should call my dad and ask him to come get me, or hang around and wait for Mike. I dreaded being grounded, so I
Jenny said Mike was even better looking than her boyfriend and I was fortunate that he really liked me just from talking to me on the phone. She said she was glad that I'd finally meet him so we could all hang out together.
She gave me directions and I wrote them down and shoved them into my pocket. I brought a little bag of clothes and a whole lot of excitement with me. She said we'd "party up" first, whatever that meant. It sounded fun, so I figured why not? If it would help me relax for my first time, it couldn't hurt. Up to that point I'd never drunk more than one beer in my life, and though I knew people who smoked pot, I still hadn't experimented with it myself. The worst thing I'd done was smoke cigarettes.
So I took the bus to this neighborhood where Jenny's boyfriend lived, and I walked to his apartment as the sun was setting. It made the neighborhood look creepier because the streets were littered with trash, including dirty diapers. Random beer cans and needles rested alongside them on the lawn, as well as little rubber things that looked like deflated balloons. My neighbors would freak out if that kind of trash lay on the ground where I lived. They'd probably call the cops. I shivered at what those disposed items indicated about the neighborhood, well, beyond the obvious.
The sun set pretty late during the summer in Central New York. Earlier Jenny had told me she'd meet up with me at Dirk's apartment between eight and nine o'clock at night. I knocked on his door at exactly 8:30 that evening. Somehow I'd managed to arrive at Dirk's place first, and I didn't like it. My initial excitement about meeting Mike faded as time passed and there was still no sign of Jenny.
If I had realized my friend was planning to abandon me that evening, I would have taken the last bus home. But I didn't find out she wasn't coming to her boyfriend's house until after ten. She called him after she got home from the hospital and said she was sorry, but she had to cancel. Apparently her mother had passed out and she had to stay with her mom at the ER until they released her to go home. By then I'd had a few too many beers so my mind was fuzzy. I didn't know what to do.
"Sorry to hear that, babe. Wish you were here." He winked at me.
He wasn't the only one. I needed Jenny to make me feel safe. The longer I sat in the apartment alone with her boyfriend, the more uncomfortable I got. So I drank more beer, which was the worst thing I could do since I was such a lightweight.
Dirk laughed and told her I'd already gone home. "She was a nice girl, too. What a bummer Mike wasn't here to meet her. He said he'd be late. When he gets here, I'll tell him we'll just have to reschedule. Love you."
He hung up before I could grab the phone and tell her he was lying.
"But I'm still here. Why'd you tell her I left?"
He shrugged and grabbed two more cans of beer from the fridge. Returning to where I sat on a kitchen chair, he offered me one. I shook my head, which spun from the motion. I was drunker than I cared to admit. I'd heard about people getting wasted. I was almost there myself, so I said, "I've had enough."
Cracking open a can, he sucked it down and burped. With a smirk he popped open the top of the other one and some froth sprayed in my direction.
I frowned and wiped my face.
The way he looked at me with a gleam in his eye made me nervous, and a slight panic crawled up my throat. The room started swaying when I tried to stand. So I sat back down. Dirk sat beside me on another chair. I studied the cigarette burns on his Formica-covered table top while trying to decide how to handle the last minute change of plans.
I couldn't decide if I should call my dad and ask him to come get me, or hang around and wait for Mike. I dreaded being grounded, so I
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