So, I do the only thing left to do, because his hands are now well under my skirt and his lips are attached to my neck. I begin to scream, I swear, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. The funny thing was, he wasnt trying to stop me. He just kept going, I think he was too drunk to realize what he was doing.

Anyway, I keep screaming and visciously moving my body to try and free myself from beneath him. Soon enough, this chick comes walking in. She must be one of the only sober people at this party, I take note when I realize she wasnt drunk. She starts yelling at this guy, Aiden, I assume. Shes yanking him off of me and hitting him in the head.

For some reason, she keeps apologizing to me, even though she doesnt know me. The girl is attractive, tall and with almost golden hair. Her eyes are brown, they kinda are similiar to mine. She’s not fat, but she’s definatly not thin. I would say average, so its strange that I find her somewhat attractive because I usally go for the skinny girls.

To get back to things, I just sit back and listen to her yell at the fool. "What about her, huh? You think you can just fuck around on my friend? Cheat on her with some random girl?" She shouts, refering to me. I guess I dont blame her, as I would be upset if my friend’s boyfriend cheated on her.

"I’m single, if you havent heard…." He says, waving his arms in the air, "I..am…I’m free to date whoever."

The girl keeps screaming her head off and quite frankly I was getting a little sick of it, so I slowly lifted myself and began to wak out the door. "You okay?" She says, in such a serious tone when she catches me leaving. Her eyes look so sincere.

"Yeah, I’m fine."

"I’m sorry about him, he’s an idiot," she says, as if that makes everything better. Hell, I almsot got raped, and shes trying to make it seem better, by calling him an idiot?

I really hate girls.

And boys.

I keep trying to leave, but she keeps asking if I’m sure that Im okay. I continue to reassure her that I’m fine. I’ll be even better when I’m at home, in my bed, and when I see John to tell him that I hate his new ‘friend’. While she kept trying to comfort me, the retard just sprawled himself out on the bed. When I looked over, I saw his eyes and they were closing and opening. Stupid jock.