I push past a pack of over-eager girls, clad in way-too-short dresses that basically show off ass cheek, to get outside. I need some fresh air, instead of all this clouded smoke filled air that’s suffocating me. I hate all these people that come to Frank’s legendary parties—and by legendary I just mean that we serve beer to whoever, everyone gets laid and there’s free weed. The people that come are just using Frank for my house, which is ridiculous since it’s my house. All they want is a good high and a quick fuck, which he is more than willing to provide time and time again
When I get outside, it’s jam packed, more than the inside was, with random people. I spot Karina off to the side, hanging off Frank’s shoulder. Karina’s best friend, Laurie is next to her. The chick is obsessed with me, or really anyone who will give her attention, and I don’t feel like it tonight. So I turn right back around.
Not wanting to deal with drama or people or really anything, I trek upstairs to my bedroom, which is secluded and locked away from all the prying eyes. I unlock the door and push in, shutting the door quickly behind me so nobody will disturb me.
My room isn’t anything special. In fact, it’s anything but. It’s dark and boring and reeks of my habits. But it’s the only place where it’s just mine and for that, it’s my sanctuary in this hellish house. I sit on the bed and reach into my bedside drawer for a bag of pleasure I stashed away.