Stupid English Boy

The night I decided to ditch my friends and go to the concert by myself was a night I’ll never forget. My friends and I were supposed to go to the ice skating rink, a regular Friday girl’s night out, but I decided to be a rebel and go to a concert. I dressed up in my darkest outfit so I could fit in I guess. The guy I was sort of in love with was telling me about this Goth concert he was going to. He was that kind of guy; I wasn’t that kind of girl. I was on the dance team. I looked, talked, and dressed like a valley girl. I even had a valley girl name, the way my name would fall from his lips made me hate my name. He had an English accent so whenever he would say “Veronica”, my name, it sounded like “Vuhroonicer” it was disgusting. He accent made me gag. He had a stupid name too, “Oliver”, but he insisted on having me call him “Ollie” but he said his name like “Awlivuhh”. Gross. Anyway, he was telling me about this concert, and, not thinking, I said I was going too, so I googled a flyer for the show so I could get in the door and I put on a leather bomber jacket and dark smoky eye makeup. I looked ridiculous, but I got in the show anyway. I went to the bar and saw Ollie was there, we all have fake ID’s, so I bought a jagerbomb and sat with him and his stupid hardcore friends. As I watched him and his stupid friends talk about stupid hardcore things, I thought about why I was in love with him. I really couldn’t figure out why I thought about him day and night. Everything about him made me sick. He was just sitting at the table with his friends, talking about some stupid cult movie that they’ve all seen, but I haven’t. So I just sat there quietly. Like an hour later, this horrible looking band came on the tiny stage, and Ollie and all his stupid friends went to the front. There was probably like 100 people that all looked the same in the crowd. I followed Ollie to the front, I really had no choice, I realized he was holding my hand, and not just cupping my hand like little kids do, but our fingers were interlocked, like he we’re dating or something. I really couldn’t believe it. Then I also realized how many drinks I had since I sat at the bar, an entire hour had passed and I had a good 8 jagerbombs inside me. I was sauced. I stood in the front holding Ollie’s sweaty hand through the whole concert. The singer kept leaning over to Ollie and his friends and singing to them. I’m sure Ollie knew the dude, they sorta looked alike. Anyway, when that lame show was over, Ollie and I were still holding hands; we walked to this rickety old bus parked a few blocks away. Well, they all walked, I stumbled my sorry a** down the sidewalk. Ollie kept laughing at me because I was a lightweight, but he only had a few shots of Jack Daniels so I was way drunker than him. Anyway, we got to this creeper pedo van and Ollie’s doofy friend slid open the side door. We all got inside and I lay in Ollie’s lap because that just so happens to be the way I fell in. my shoes were killing my feet. I had on 8 inch stiletto leather heels; I was still shorter than Ollie and his lame a** friends. I remember lying in his lap and he was playing with my hair, but after that, everything went black. I blacked out. I didn’t know what when you black out it’s actually black, ya know what I mean? So when I opened my eyes again, I was in this room with Ollie. He was asleep though. I had a really bad hangover. I thought maybe Ollie had had his way with me while I was blacked out but I still had my clothes on and my butt didn’t hurt so I knew I was alright. I woke him up. I asked him what happened and he told me that I passed out on his lap and he took me to my dad’s house but no one was there so we came here. He told me that he was tempted to have his way with me but he didn’t wanna scare me. Yeah, if he had sex with me while I was asleep, I’d be pretty scared when I woke up right in the middle of it all. I woulda punched him in the face or something. Anyway, I didn’t wanna be around Ollie anymore so I told him I’d see him later and I walked home. I had a splitting headache and I was starving. I went to Taco Bell because it was the only thing open at 2am. I bought literally one of everything on the menu. I was so hungry. I ate the food outside the restaurant because it was way too loud inside. I was the only one outside, but I seriously didn’t care. I didn’t want people to see my face. I ate the food really fast then I walked home. I walked in the middle of the street because there was seriously no one on the street. I was the only one alive it seemed. I wanted to just close my eyes and all of a sudden be home in my bed, but it didn’t work out that way. I had to walk 6 miles out of town into the middle of nowhere. I was staying with my mom this weekend and she just so happened to live in a trailer in the boonies. My dad lived in a condo in the city, but he was in Cabo right now. I didn’t have a key to his house and I couldn’t very well break in, so I walked, and walked, and walked. I almost crawled the last mile, my feet hurt so bad. I started crying, I really couldn’t believe what had happened to me. I finally got home. It was 6am. I crawled up the stairs crying my eyes out and climbed into bed. I fell asleep with all my clothes and everything on. I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep. That was the main thing, I needed rest. When I woke up it was the next day. I slept all through the day and all through the night. I decided to give my best friend Amanda a call to ask her how the ice skating went last night but I knew the first thing she would say. “how was your night with that weird English boy?” she always wanted to know about other people. It was really annoying. She was the only one besides myself that even knew I was madly in love with the little limey freak. She knew that I went with him and she knew I never texted her when I got home. I never even thought about texting her at all last night. I just kept thinking I gotta get home; I gotta get home, as I walked in the street. I decided I wouldn’t call her, I didn’t want any more drama. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and made something to eat. After that, I went to my room and got on some comfy clothes. I kept thinking about that stupid concert and how pissed I am at Ollie. I grabbed my bag and walked to the bus stop. I really wanted to hang out with my friends so I took the bus into town. I texted Amanda and told her to meet me at the mall in the food court. I was so hungry, I didn’t understand why at all. Finally, all my girls met up with me outside of Panda Express in the food court. They all ordered a small dish but I ordered a food trough. I got one of everything on the menu. They all watched me stuff my face. They kept asking me what was wrong and I really didn’t wanna tell them so I just kept stuffing my face. Eventually they gave up asking me and just started talking about their usual girly stuff. God, they were so annoying. For some reason I wanted them to leave me alone, but they were my friends, so I couldn’t be mean. They wondered what the hell was up with me lately. I really wanted to see Ollie for some stupid reason, but I knew he was gonna be all pissy when I walked in the door, because I told him off earlier. Oh well, I texted him anyway. He never replied. What a d*****. So, I hung out with my girls all day. They talked me into buying a buncha new clothes, I felt pretty good spending money so it was alright with me. I took the bus home, I walked with all my bags and tossed them on my bed haphazardly as I took off my shoes. I heard a groan when the shoes bag hit my bed. I threw off the covers and saw Ollie. That creeper was hiding in my bed till I got home. What a weirdo. I didn’t care that he was here, I really wanted to see him anyway. He helped me put my new clothes away into my closet and then we watched a really stupid horror movie as we spooned on my bed. I don’t know how the hell he talks me into doing things with him, but I felt good in his arms so I wasn’t complaining. I think I loved him… I think he loved me. My heart started pounding hard. He snuggled close to me and whispered in my ear “I love you and I always will” but of course it sounded like “ah luhve yew n ah ol-ways weel” he made me giggle so bad but then I realized what he said. He DID love me, I knew I loved him too. I turned around and kissed him hard. I told him I loved him too. We cuddled for the rest of the night. Our love was so taboo, but I didn’t care, I loved that stupid English boy.





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XoxoAshoxoX said...
Jan. 10, 2011 at 5:49 pm
This story is amazing! i love it:)
 
BexxA7X replied...
Jan. 11, 2011 at 9:43 am
thank you so much :)
 
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