He stood out to me more than any other person I have ever seen. He had a mystery in his eyes, that made me want to get to know him and figure him out. It was almost like he was guiltless of everything he had ever done in his entire being. I had to find out what he was and who he was. This was a man that could just stare into your eyes and hypnotize you into doing anything that he wanted or even desired.
He kept to himself almost the whole night at the party. In his own little world. He was a loner and you could tell just by looking into those innocent eyes of his. I wondered what was going on inside that ripe brain of his. I couldn't help but to stare at him. He was just so... so... defiant and mysterious.
He didn't look like the kind of person to be at one of these kind of lame shindigs, but with a bottle of Jack Daniels Whiskey in his hand and a Marlboro in his beautifully shaped mouth, while squinting his eyes as he takes a puff, he was deceiving people as though he fit in. But I knew he didn't just by the way he stood. Leaning his head against the wall like he was in a deep thought.
I began to walk up the stairs to go talk to one of my friends because she was having another usual fight with her asshole of a boyfriend. I wanted to stop and talk to the mysterious one because he looked like one of those people who has strong feelings and beliefs on certain subjects. What would I say to him? How would I approach him? Should I?
It looked like my friend and her "boyfriend" had taken care of their problem. I was going to talk to him. When I got to him on the stairs, I asked him if I could have a drink of his whiskey because the usual drink of choice, (beer) was getting old and boring.
"Hey", I said, "could I get a shotta that? The whole beer thing's getting boring and tasteless to me".
"Uh, sure", he said and his voice was just as amazing as he was. "Here ya go", he said, "I'm Zack".
I ook a shot. That was strong, I thought, but wasn't going to show it or say it because he was a man who knew what he liked and I wanted to impress him.
"I'm Joey", I said. "So, having fun", I asked. But I knew the answer to that question. I just don't know what to say to a man like this.
"Uh, yeah, I guess, but it's not much of a party. The one's I usually go to are much more 'grown up', so to speak. I haven't seen a real fight yet, excluding the one between the couple having a moronic arguement about that guy cheating on her".
He had just pointed to my friend, Jess and Bobby.
"So", I said, "what brings you here to one of these parties anyway? No offense, but you kind of stood out to me while I was going up to 'save' my friend from her stupid ass boyfriend, But it looks like they took care of it themselves".
"Yeah, well I was bored and I'm stayin' here for awhile, so I figured since my friend threw this stupid party, I might as well make an appearence. So you know Johnson, then I take it"?
God he was so beautiful. I may have been drunk, but I was so interested in what he had to say. Just to hear his sweet voice gave me goosebumps all over. He was "The One". The one that I would remember my whole life. The liquor might be thinking for me, but I remembered the stupid bet Jess and I made, that I couldn't go through with sharing myself for the first time, let alone, with a stranger. But he just had something. Maybe it was even the whole package, but I'm going to win the bet, and nothing will go wrong. Nothing bad can happen now. It's gotten good.
"Yeah", I answered, "I go to school with him. I can't believe he never mentioned you".
If Johnson hadn't mentioned him than he was full of mystery, because Johnson's the kind of person you can't ever shut up.
I was infatuated with him. I wanted to dissect his brain and see what he thinks about and what he's feeling. His story even. Where did he come from? What does he do? Where will he be in ten years? I needed to know. It wasn't want anymore. I was past that now. I needed to.
"So it's kinda loud in here. You wanna go up to my room, so we can talk? I'd like to get to know you better. I haven't met an interesting person in al long time and you seem like just the type".
"Sure", I said, "I'd like to get to know you better too".
Was this it? Was it gonig to happen tonight? With him? Was this the beginning of a whole new life for me? I was going.
We were walking up to his room and Jess just stared at me and pulled me away from Zack, that heavenly name of his.
"What", I asked.
"So... is this The One? Am I going to lose out of our bet tonight? 'Cause if you're thinking he is, and you're going to go through it, then you aren't thinking at all, Joe. You don't even know this guy. And you're going up to his room already? I've been watching you. You just met him. Do you know anything about him? Do you even know his last name", she asked in a scolding tone of voice.
"Maybe. You didn't think I could go through with it, but I'm proving you wrong now, aren't I? That's why you're acting like you care, isn't it? Well guess what. A complete stranger makes things a little more interesting, now doesn't it", I asked.
"Joey, come on. This is stupid. Look, let's just stop the bet, okay? You don't have to prove yourself to me. You aren't even thinking straight. You're drunk, Joe".
"I'm going to his room now, but thanks for caring. I'll see you in a few hours, or however long we last. And I am thinking straight. This is the first move I've made that makes sense".
"Stupid move, Joe, but I'm not your babysitter. So whatever happens, you'll pay for the consequences sooner or later. Someday. And I'll be there to tell you that I told you so".
I grabbed Zack's hand and followed him up to his room. We talked for a little bit. But then the kissing came. His kissing was just as amazing as I imagined. So I lay back on the bed, with him ontop. He starts to unbutton my shirt. Kissing me in every perfect place on my body. I start to pull his off. Kissing his neck and chest. He has a beautiful body. He pulls a condom out of his night stand.
This is it, I start to think. I'm going to sleep with this man.
I remember it hurt alot for the first few minutes. But then it was perfect. He was so caring. So compassionate. He must have made love to many girls because he knew the right places to kiss and touch me. An hour went by, or so it seemed, and then we were done. And I just lay there. Taking in everything that I just experienced. After we were done, he thanked me and got dressed. Did he know I am... was a virgin? And how could he thank me?
Two years have passed now. From that unforgetable experience. I guess I should've listened to Jess's advice. But what did I know? I was too drunk that night to even fathom anything, let alone consequences.
I really should've gotten his last name because now I live with the guilt that my daughter will never know her father. What will I tell her when she gets older and starts to ask questions?
I was stupid that night, at the age of seventeen, and will no longer trust people because they look innocent to me.