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“Hunter, stop. I don’t think we should be doing this.”
“It’s going to be good, baby.” He’s not listening, continuing to rub himself against me. “I need to be inside you.”
Oh God, no. “No!” I try to move, but he has me pinned. He pries my legs open with one hand while pinning me down with this other hand. I think about Denton and how adamant he was that I not go off alone with Hunter. I think about how I don’t want my first time to be like this. Tears suddenly slide down my eyes.
I close my eyes and wait for the inevitable.
It all happens so suddenly. Hunter is being dragged off me. “She said no, you fucker.”
Denton is on Hunter, his fists connecting with the bastard's face. There are other people in the room, trying to pull him off. Miranda comes over to me, a scowl on her face. “Pull up that dress, what the fuck?” She hisses.
I pull up the bodice of my dress, realizing my breasts are exposed. I tug down my dress and sit on the bed, shaking, unable to move.
Somebody finally pries Denton off Hunter, whose face is bleeding. “You touch her again, and I’ll kill you, you fuck!”
“She wanted it, man,” Hunter growls.
Denton staggers over to me. “Get the fuck up, and let’s go.” he doesn’t give me his hand. He merely walks away through the crowded doorway. I stand, slightly dazed. Hunter calls me a slut, or maybe someone else does. I don’t know. I just walk through the sea of faces until I’m standing outside. I bend at the waist and throw up in some bushes.
Hands hold my hair back, tying it into a ponytail. The same hands hand me a tissue so I can wipe up. I feel light-headed, and everything is a blur. I fall, and someone catches me.
My eyes open, and I realize I’m in Denton’s brother's car. We’re parked on the outskirts of town, make-out point.
“You okay?” Denton asks, handing me a bottle of water. I get out of the car and rinse out my mouth, which has a sour taste. I drink some water, then grab my bag and rummage through it for my emergency mouthwash.
Denton gets out of the car and just stares at me, shaking his head.
“Do you realize what could have happened back there?” He growls.
“I know, and I am sorry, I should have listened. But you were busy with that bitch Miranda, and I don’t know, I wanted that too.”
“What are you even talking about?”
“To be kissed, Denton,” I shout. “To be wanted, like that. Like Anika, like all these other girls.”
Denton stands in front of me, lifting my chin up until I’m meeting his gaze. “You are wanted. You just don’t see it.”
He kisses me then, so gently I forget to breathe. I hold onto his neck, pulling him closer against me, deepening the kiss. His tongue glides against mine, and I see stars. “Make me forget,” I say when I break away from our kiss.
“Bre,” he shakes his head. “I can’t do that, not now. I need to get you home. As much as I want to, you’re too important to me.”
“Important or not good enough?” I hiss, shoving him off me and adjusting my clothes.
“Do you seriously fucking think that Brianna?”
I climb into the front seat, my arms folded, and he gets in the driver’s side. “Just take me home.” I refuse to look at him all the way home, alcohol still swimming in my veins. I climb out of the car, and he lets me walk away without a word.
Important? Yeah, sure.
3
Bre - Six months later
Iwish I could say that everything went back to normal after that party. I’m grounded for a month after stumbling in drunk and toppling over a lamp. My mother tolerates a lot of shit but draws the line at irresponsible behavior that can harm me. It is strange sometimes that she can be such a hypocrite. She lets my father walk all over her, treat her like shit, and she wants me to do better. She married a frat boy because she got knocked up, howresponsibleof her.
Still, if Denton did not get there in time, I could have been harmed. Every time I close my eyes, I can still see the hunter. I no longer see the sweet guy who lured me into spending time alone with him, but the beast that held me captive. I throw up a lot when I think about it. Something is crippling about the fear of what could have been.
Denton stops sitting with me under the bleachers. I try to talk to him, but he isn’t interested in listening. Instead, he gives a new girl a ride on his motorcycle every week. He pretends I don’t exist. Thatwedon’t exist. I don't know what I expect. But certainly not the cold shoulder he continually gives me. I miss him so much it hurts, and all I can think about is the way he kissed me and how he could have taken advantage of me but didn’t. I also realize that you only appreciate what you have until you lose it. And I just lost a guy who became my closest friend.
