Dj Danger
Mixed Emotions
Today was another day.
Dragging myself towards my locker, I got the books that I needed for the morning subjects. I felt like my eye bags got bigger as I had not been able to get enough sleep last night. I rubbed my eyes quite vigorously; it started to feel heavy again.
I slapped myself on the cheek to awaken my senses. I had class after all. I couldn't sleep now.
Yawning, I entered the classroom sluggishly and was welcomed by the evident noises coming from the students' mouths. The professor had not arrived yet.
"Morning!" Lydia greeted me as I took a seat. She was seated behind me.
"Morning," I said groggily, resting my forehead on a pile of books as I did so.
"Looks like someone didn't get any sleep," Lydia spoke, "You alright?"
"Yeah." I said weakly and turned around to give Lydia a feeble smile.
"Well, your eye bags seem to contradict." She laughed and pointed to the utterly evident bags below my eyes. "What happened?" She asked.
"Hm?" I rubbed my eyes.
"No, wait. The more important question is, how did your date with Harry go?" She asked, her eyes suddenly widened with curiosity.
Lydia had to ask.
I covered my face with both hands and groaned as I didn't quite now how I would react to the events that had happened last night.
"Oh. That doesn't sound too good," She cocked her brow. "Tell me what happened exactly!" She said in a high pitched tone.
My mouth fell silent as I didn't know how to start. "Maybe later. After class." I stalled.
"Oh, c'mon, just tell me know. We have a free period. The prof told us he'll be absent today, remember?" She said.
I wasn't exactly sure how I would tell Lydia the events that had happened that night. I sighed as I struggled to find the words to begin with.
"Something happened." I whispered.
"Tell me," She insisted. "Everything." She enunciated each syllable.
* * * Flashback * * *
I stood there motionless, my arms on my sides, as I tried to decipher what was happening right now. And if it was actually happening. My eyes were still closed as Harry gently yet fervently pressed his lips with my own.
Harry's muscles tensed a bit and I felt that his grip on my arms were too tight. It was when I snapped back to reality and realized that Harry had just kissed me in front of a crowd of people; drunk.
Tugging the hem of his shirt, I tried to make the effort of pushing Harry away. As soon as our lips detached from each other, I gasped a breath of air. I quickly lowered my head and made sure my eyes weren't on Harry's. I felt my cheeks heat up. I don't know if it was because I was angry, or if I was embarrassed or if I was.. I don't even know the right word anymore.
I looked around, hoping the people around us were too busy with their dancing.
Unfortunately, they weren't.
Most eyes were on us. Figures, we we're in the center of the dance floor after all.
"Isn't she too young to be in here?" I heard someone murmur.
"Yeah and I bet that's her first kiss." Another one whispered and then laughed mockingly afterwards.
I looked back down. Oh my god. What just happened?
I had the sudden urge to run away.
"Bree.. I--" I didn't bother to hear Harry finish his sentence. I distanced myself from him. He grabbed hold of my wrists, but I yanked away from his grip and ran towards the exit as quickly as possible.
I glanced back, and saw Harry was running after me. I then quickened my pace. I wasn't sure how I was feeling now. All these emotions were unclear to me. I was scared, yet there was a part of me that insisted that I was just shocked with what just happened.
One thing was for certain. Harry had kissed me. Call it a drunken mistake, but the fact was, he had kissed me.
As soon as I arrived home, it was around 12 midnight and I slowly crept upstairs, into my room. Dad was still fast asleep.
I then jumped on my bed and buried my face on the pillow and groaned.
"You interest me."
"I'm no criminal."
I still couldn't quite figure out all those he had said and done to me. Everything was obscure.
I gently touched my lips, feeling a slight tingle as I recalled what he had done to these.
Was I angry?
Was I scared?
Or was everything just new to me that no emotions could be appropriate with what I was feeling now?
I grabbed my phone from my pocket as I felt my phone vibrate.
Message:
From: Harry 12: 12am
I don't regret anything.
I quickly deleted the message as I was shocked with what he had just texted.
He didn't regret anything? What?
Suddenly, a soft roar of an engine was heard from the front of our house. I peeked through my window, and saw a familiar looking figure.
And I knew exactly who it was. He had followed me.
As soon as I saw him, he quickly disappeared from the darkness.
In that moment, I finally realized what I've been trying to figure out.
I was scared.
And I needed to avoid him.
* * * * * *
"Bree. I think Harry--" I didn't let Lydia finish her sentence as I knew what she was going to say.
"Let's not talk about this." I said, my voice, serious. Everything was a mess. I was a mess.
"Okay.." Lydia surprisingly agreed. "By the way, are you finally ready for the party tomorrow?" She smiled.
Oh right. I had almost forgotten about the party.
Dragging myself towards my locker, I got the books that I needed for the morning subjects. I felt like my eye bags got bigger as I had not been able to get enough sleep last night. I rubbed my eyes quite vigorously; it started to feel heavy again.
I slapped myself on the cheek to awaken my senses. I had class after all. I couldn't sleep now.
Yawning, I entered the classroom sluggishly and was welcomed by the evident noises coming from the students' mouths. The professor had not arrived yet.
"Morning!" Lydia greeted me as I took a seat. She was seated behind me.
"Morning," I said groggily, resting my forehead on a pile of books as I did so.
"Looks like someone didn't get any sleep," Lydia spoke, "You alright?"
"Yeah." I said weakly and turned around to give Lydia a feeble smile.
"Well, your eye bags seem to contradict." She laughed and pointed to the utterly evident bags below my eyes. "What happened?" She asked.
"Hm?" I rubbed my eyes.
"No, wait. The more important question is, how did your date with Harry go?" She asked, her eyes suddenly widened with curiosity.
Lydia had to ask.
I covered my face with both hands and groaned as I didn't quite now how I would react to the events that had happened last night.
"Oh. That doesn't sound too good," She cocked her brow. "Tell me what happened exactly!" She said in a high pitched tone.
My mouth fell silent as I didn't know how to start. "Maybe later. After class." I stalled.
"Oh, c'mon, just tell me know. We have a free period. The prof told us he'll be absent today, remember?" She said.
I wasn't exactly sure how I would tell Lydia the events that had happened that night. I sighed as I struggled to find the words to begin with.
"Something happened." I whispered.
"Tell me," She insisted. "Everything." She enunciated each syllable.
* * * Flashback * * *
I stood there motionless, my arms on my sides, as I tried to decipher what was happening right now. And if it was actually happening. My eyes were still closed as Harry gently yet fervently pressed his lips with my own.
Harry's muscles tensed a bit and I felt that his grip on my arms were too tight. It was when I snapped back to reality and realized that Harry had just kissed me in front of a crowd of people; drunk.
Tugging the hem of his shirt, I tried to make the effort of pushing Harry away. As soon as our lips detached from each other, I gasped a breath of air. I quickly lowered my head and made sure my eyes weren't on Harry's. I felt my cheeks heat up. I don't know if it was because I was angry, or if I was embarrassed or if I was.. I don't even know the right word anymore.
I looked around, hoping the people around us were too busy with their dancing.
Unfortunately, they weren't.
Most eyes were on us. Figures, we we're in the center of the dance floor after all.
"Isn't she too young to be in here?" I heard someone murmur.
"Yeah and I bet that's her first kiss." Another one whispered and then laughed mockingly afterwards.
I looked back down. Oh my god. What just happened?
I had the sudden urge to run away.
"Bree.. I--" I didn't bother to hear Harry finish his sentence. I distanced myself from him. He grabbed hold of my wrists, but I yanked away from his grip and ran towards the exit as quickly as possible.
I glanced back, and saw Harry was running after me. I then quickened my pace. I wasn't sure how I was feeling now. All these emotions were unclear to me. I was scared, yet there was a part of me that insisted that I was just shocked with what just happened.
One thing was for certain. Harry had kissed me. Call it a drunken mistake, but the fact was, he had kissed me.
As soon as I arrived home, it was around 12 midnight and I slowly crept upstairs, into my room. Dad was still fast asleep.
I then jumped on my bed and buried my face on the pillow and groaned.
"You interest me."
"I'm no criminal."
I still couldn't quite figure out all those he had said and done to me. Everything was obscure.
I gently touched my lips, feeling a slight tingle as I recalled what he had done to these.
Was I angry?
Was I scared?
Or was everything just new to me that no emotions could be appropriate with what I was feeling now?
I grabbed my phone from my pocket as I felt my phone vibrate.
Message:
From: Harry 12: 12am
I don't regret anything.
I quickly deleted the message as I was shocked with what he had just texted.
He didn't regret anything? What?
Suddenly, a soft roar of an engine was heard from the front of our house. I peeked through my window, and saw a familiar looking figure.
And I knew exactly who it was. He had followed me.
As soon as I saw him, he quickly disappeared from the darkness.
In that moment, I finally realized what I've been trying to figure out.
I was scared.
And I needed to avoid him.
* * * * * *
"Bree. I think Harry--" I didn't let Lydia finish her sentence as I knew what she was going to say.
"Let's not talk about this." I said, my voice, serious. Everything was a mess. I was a mess.
"Okay.." Lydia surprisingly agreed. "By the way, are you finally ready for the party tomorrow?" She smiled.
Oh right. I had almost forgotten about the party.
9/18/13