Five minutes after I hit the “not going” option on the Facebook event my friend called me.
“What do you mean with ‘not going’?” She demanded.
“It means… I’m not going.” I replied simply.
“But you have to come, it’s going to be awesome! There will be so many cute guys! Didn’t you see how many people are going?!”
I groaned, that was exactly why I didn’t want to go! “Ok, then you go and have fun.”
“But, I want you to come with me.” I could almost see her pouting on the other line. “Pleaaaaseee…. You never leave the house!”
I sighed. “I don’t know…” She begged more and I gave in.
“Ugh, fine, but I’m leaving early!” I said, hanging up, annoyed.
I hated this with all my heart! Last minute invitations should be against the law. Don’t you agree? I mean, I need mental preparation for this kind of stuff! Jeez…
I opened my closet, trying to figure out what I could wear. I didn’t want to stand out but I didn’t want to look like a looser. I rested my body on the doorway, looking at my clothes. Maybe there was still time to cancel. Clair would be pissed though…”Fuck…” I was already feeling anxious.
I flopped on my desk chair. I was starting to feel nauseous, my hands were sweaty. I closed my eyes, ordering them to stop tearing up. This was silly, absolutely silly! It was just a party, I would survive. I breathed in and out, calming myself.
Dressed and made up, I went downstairs, meeting with my friend in a Taxi and going to the party. The taxi stopped in front of the house – there was no mistaking that was the right one with the all the noise, people and lights. I sighed, resigned. My friend pulled me out and we made our way in.
It was tightly packed, overwhelmingly so. We went to the “bar” and grabbed some punch. The alcohol was strong but I gladly accepted the relaxation it came with.
After two cups of the stuff we went to dance. Soon my friend was flirting with some guy and I was of no importance. This was exactly why I hated going out with her. In a minute or two she would abandon me here to hook up with him and I’d be alone like a looser.
Annoyed, I walked away. I found a quiet corner, took my phone out and distracted myself.
“Hey.”
I looked up finding a cute guy staring at me. I blushed, feeling awkward. “Hi…”
He smiled. “Not enjoying the party?”
I shrugged.
“Do you mind if I stay here a bit too? You know, relax for a bit.”
“S..Sure, go ahead.” I smiled as he settled next to me.
“Oh, Jake, by the way.” He gave me his hand and I introduced myself as well, shaking his hand.
“Great to meet you. “ He replied, winking.
I couldn’t believe it, a cute guy! Talking to ME! Maybe coming was a good idea after all…
You’re not alone feeling this way.
But you can fight it, just like me.
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XO,
