Young Writers Society

I placed each of my hands on either side of the detention desk. On the whiteboard it might as well have said "Welcome to Hell, Dallas!" but it didn't. It said, "After School Detention" and then listed a plethora of rules that not a single person in the detention room followed. All of this just because I took a girl to a diner and made out with her? I mean come on, it's not like I'm trying to get her pregnant or anything. I pulled out my Walkman and placed the headphones on my ears. All because she was fucking black? I tapped my desk, rubbed my arm, and waited for the detention bell to go off. I feel as if God put me in the wrong spot. Or maybe I was at the wrong place at the wrong time? Whatever it was it was screwed up. I don't give a shit if my parents were from the 1850s or whatever. All I know is that they will burn in fucking hell for being the racists they are. I laughed to myself, and the detention bell rung. I grabbed my bag and followed my friend Cason out the room. ''Tainted Love'' by Soft Cell played in my Walkman. This world is more fucking tainted then love.

***

Cason cracks open a beer and kisses his girlfriend. 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' blared on the speakers. This is what I call a party. Seniors, beer, and hot chicks. Honestly, I'm just here to scout out girls like a college scout would do to a future NFL quarterback. I see a group of girls fooling around. They're swaying their hips and shaking their ass as if they aren't in room full of completely hormone driven males. Cason's girlfriend rushes to the door out of nowhere. I've never seen somebody stop smooching it up with somebody that quick. She hugged somebody. And that somebody was hot as fuck. Brown skin and long black hair that fell down to her ass. Big fat lips too! Like playboy magazine fat! My hormones are gonna swallow me before this night is through. Lord, have mercy she's walking this way. I'm sweating like a fucking pig and her goddamn hips are curved perfect and her hips stick out and her fucking bo-. My thoughts cut off. My brain is short circuiting, and my pants are tighter than they seemed before. Cason's girlfriend Maya spots me before I can sneak to the bathroom.

"Dallas! Get you mullet-headed ass over here," she says (really, she's yelling but I can barely hear her) flailing her sun-tanned arms while pretty girl stood with a cup in her hand. Honestly, Cason has never had good taste in women but all in all at least he isn't dating my sister anymore. I shimmy my way past the ass shaking girls and make it to Maya.

"What? I know you didn't call me over here for nothing," I look at the floor trying not to look at pretty girl. She has long eyelashes too.

"This is my friend, Marci. She's your date. No questions asked."

"Wait? What? I don't even fucking know her." You want to know her. You're a desperate bastard that can't keep his dick in his pants   himself in line.

"Last week you said you wanted a date, dipshit. Well here she is." She points at pretty girl Marci. Marci blinks her long eyelashes that are driving me absolutely crazy. 

"Oh, I don't even know how to react to that." 

"She's pretty right?" How the hell can she ask me that when Marci is right there.

"Yea, I guess."

Maya grabs my wrist with her nails and drags me away. Each cat claw dug into my pale skin. 

"Dallas! Come on! I showed her a picture of you and she seriously likes you. Give Marci a chance. Please?" She touches my mullet slightly like she wants me to go out with her. 

"Fine, but you have to buy me hairspray tomorrow."

"We got a deal then," She shakes my hands and drags me again. "take her to the diner downtown. Get her out of here." We get make it back to Marci and I wrack my brain about what to say.

I'm gonna fucking cry if I mess this up. Hottest girl in the whole damn room and I'm gonna ruin it. Now the screeches of girls have died as 'Tainted Love' by Soft Cell plays. Damn, I love this song.