"hey man, why don't you come to the party at nick's house tonight?"

so he had gone.

and there he was, surrounded by a throng of hormonal teenagers, most of them either drunk or high.

he had a beer in one hand, but he wasn't drinking it, instead he was watching everyone else from the couch.

he should really be home, he'd be punished badly the next day, and he knew it, but he wanted to live.

was this living?

"dude, don't be so uptight. you seem stressed. take some of these, you'll feel better."

the pills were dumped into his free hand, and he had a sneaking suspicion he knew just what they were.

but he wanted, no he needed to feel better.

so he downed the pills, washed them down with a swig of beer, and walked out to the dance floor.

there were bodies everywhere, girls grinding on him before he had even reached the center of the floor.

they didn't care who he was, so why should he care who they were?

he pulled a girl towards him, a pretty little dark haired thing thing, clearly drunk, and pressed his lips onto hers.

his first kiss, wasted on a drunken mistake.

their bodies moved with their lips, letting the music pull them away from the realities of the world.

he didn't realize what was happening, until it was too late.

they ended up in a bedroom together.

he refused to take his shirt off, but he still fucked her, raw and hard.

letting the world fade away outside.

and when it was over, he left the fragile girl in the bed, yanked his pants back up, and walked out.

it had been a mistake, but it wasn't the first one he would make.