Young Writers Society

And Rock and Roll

“Dammit!” I exclaimed, moving my hair out of the line of fire. Rick continued laughing.

“This is all your fault you know,” I said.

“No it isn’t and you know it.”

“How is this my fault, if you hadn’t taken me to that damn

place, I would have never…” I was unable to say the last part. There was no

way it could have been my fault. I mean, yeah, I’d done the drugs, but I

wouldn’t have under any other circumstances. Right?

“You took them willingly,” Rick said.

“I wouldn’t have if you hadn’t-”

“Enough with this ‘if I hadn’t’ crap, okay Callie. You know it as

much as I do that I can’t make you do anything.”

“Well, you did,” I said defensively.

“No,” Rick shook his head, “I didn’t. That’s why you’re so upset,

because you know.”

I looked down at the vomit covered floor, then looked back up.

Rick smiled a little.

“I’m sorry Callie,” he said.

“I thought you said it wasn’t your fault.”

“It isn’t, but I can still be sorry.”

I shrugged, “I guess.”

“Look, Callie,” Rick scooted closer to me, “There’s something I

should tell you.”

My mind sighed, “yeah,” I let the boredom taint my voice.

“Don’t take this wrong, but when my mom told me that Jenna

had somebody she wanted me to meet, I was hesitant. I thought you would

be a complete nerd. Not adventurous, nothing at all like you.”

Oh great.

“Then I got to know you-”

“It’s been a few hours, and I already think I’ve lost a few

essential organs,” I started.

“Cal, let me finish.” And now I had a nickname.

He put his hand on my thigh. My upper thigh.

“I feel like I already know you. Like you’re the girl I’ve been

searching for,” his hand made circles on my jeans.

“I love you Callie,” he said, looking into my eyes like they were

the only thing in the world.

“Rick-” I said.

“Shh,” he put one of his fingers on my lips and leaned forward,

his head tilting.

No. Oh God, no.

With one hand on my shoulder he pushed down. I was lying with

my weight on my elbows.

“Don’t,” I said.

“I love you,” he said.

“No, you don’t. You don’t know me. We met this morning. God

dammit Rick, you’re stoned!” I tried to push him off me.

“I know my own feelings Callie.”

“No, please don’t.”

He wasn’t stopping. He didn’t stop, no matter what I did. I was

vaguely aware of people in the background, still packed around the fire

doing God knows what. I didn’t scream, if I did somebody would find us,

and I didn’t want that, I didn’t want anybody to know.

I closed my eyes tightly, and waited for it to be over. Then

finally Rick rolled away, and it was. My eyes were still closed, and I didn’t

move for a long time, I didn’t even cover up. After a few minutes Rick got

up and walked away with nothing more than a satisfied expression.

Part five Coming Soon!