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Deep-set and more vivid with long and upturned fake eyelashes, darken and thicken 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 changed my lipstick color a few times now. I smiled, I frown, pout my lips, and smirks. 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 on my whole body mirror, perfecting my look. I'm already satisfied and impress with my attractive, moreover gracious viewable appearance. The black leather, bodycon mini dress, halter top, half bareback, and V neckline with exaggerated low cut exposing my cleavage, illuminates my flawless, fair skin and perfectly fitted on my slenderly curved body.
Totally done and bored, so I decided to go downstairs and wait for Nixon in the lounge. Nixon, as my date, promised to fetch me and go together for our School Ender Party. But he's terribly late, so, I let 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 break as it's 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 that I heard the engine stopped then, in less than a second, a car door clicking and loud smashing, suggest my perception that someone's in a hurry.
At the same point in time, as I open the front door. In a rush, Nixon came in from our gate.
"Finally! For almost an hour, I thought you'd not 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, that 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 nostril as he came close to kiss me on my cheek. But then again, I didn't bother to give attention. Instead, I remarked. "Ow, are you really that kind, or he's 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 from me throughout the ride, substantiated by the sweet scent of a girl's perfume filled the car. Still, trying to ignore everything.
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 it with a steady gaze on me as he slightly lowered his head.
Despite being awkward and uneasy, still and all, I had able to call him out. "Eyes on the road, please."
Found a chance to observed him, with his sarcastic smile, the used to be yellowish cheeks 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 arrived safely at our destination.
"Few shoots, I just passed by the billiard hall, and the team was there." He narrated.
Could Ziggy be also there? Is he also drinking? I have never seen him tried any alcohol ever since. Now, it's my thought's out of topic.
Nixon turned the wheel towards the parking lot, with a sudden halt, Awakened me in my dreamy state. He turned the engine off, strike from the car, turned around to open up the door for me.
The glare from the kaleidoscopic lights of the party is blinding, forced me to blink a few times just before the neon-colored abstract designed graffiti painted on temporary walls was exposed by 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 glitters as a table centerpiece. The neon-colored hanging decors above the head enhances more of the party spirits. The techno music played by the DJ is deafening and lively, as enthusiastic as the DJ himself. He moves gracefully with his beat, in his station, on the stage. Numerous students crowded on the dance floor with their perk a ferocious dance moves, as so as few 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.
In a vacant stand table not far from the entrance, we find our spot.
"I'll grab us some drink; 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 move my sight in the fullness of the venue. I caught sight of Bettina, near the entrance door, just came in with her wide and enchanting smile as she's holding her company's waist tightly as he's too wrapping his arms around her shoulder. 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 scowl as I approached Bettina. I'm terribly hurt for Ziggy. Many thoughts bother 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 did this. "Bettina!"
Taken aback by my call, Bettina explained to me in no time." Hi Cuz, I know that look, and FYI, me and Ziggy, we broke up. So stop that grimace, okay." Pats my back before she went back to her date, and together they stride their way to the dance floor.
On my way back to the standing table, I had accidentally eves-dropped two girls chitchatting. One of them is familiar to me, and it's Amabel.
"Isn't Nixon your date? I saw you guys in his car." Say's 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 guide, as I'm 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 went out of school instead of the other building just inside the school. "Where are we going?"
"Somewhere quiet." He answered.
Still with the confusion. "What are we going to do here?"
We reached a pass way 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 holds me tighter, suppressing my arms. I felt too weak to fight back. Until his kisses now striding on my jaws to my neck down to my collar bone. I'm struggling out from his enfold, thus, makes my skirt rolls up, exposing my lingerie.
It makes me really regret wearing this dress.
He trapped my hand above the head with his firm grip without stopping the osculation 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 too short of reaching 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 no other thing I can't think of, but, I bumped my head hard enough to his chin, the moment I found a chance. I felt dizzier, my vision darkens, when I felt an excruciating pain in my head. Yet there's a faded part of my vision seeing Nixon falls. Then everything turns to black after I collapsed.