The Teen Years: My Drabble for Cosmo

Fuck my life.

At sixteen, I had a spotless reputation - unfortunately. I’d been classified in school as a nerd, a prude, a sometimes loner and I wasn’t sure why I was such an outsider. Was my wardrobe lacking? Did I not wear enough make up?

My parents tried to assure me that I was on the ‘right’ path and that I shouldn’t worry about what everyone else was doing, except the difference between everyone else and me was just too hard to take. I wanted to fit in so desperately. So when Queen Bee, Skylar Ross, had her annual bash, I decided a new me would go.  

I slipped out of my house with a new outfit for the night stuffed in a bag – a low-cut top and skin tight jeans with high-heeled boots and headed over to my best friend, Katie’s house. She shook her head at me as I dressed, and when I pulled out the orange juice and vodka I swiped from my parents, she froze.

“Are you crazy?” she asked as we drove over to the party.

“No. Come on, it’s time to loosen up, Katie.”

Hell yes I got wasted, fast too. Underneath all the layers of uptight there was a party-girl and all it took was a quarter of the bottle to find it.

Katie gave me looks all night, but fuck it. She could remain lame. Of course, Jason White noticed the new me and I couldn’t be happier or more willing to talk to him, thanks to Absolut.

Soon enough we were making out in the middle of the party. Good. Everyone should know I’m not as lame as they think. Katie tried to talk me out of following Jason to his car. I brushed her off. What did she know anyway?

I mainly remember heat and sweat and some pain, but I was all too happy to have liberated myself from Lame Me as I lost my virginity in the back of his ’99 Civic.

So much happened in the month following my big debut: popular boys talked to me, popular girls wanted to hang out and I saw two lines on the home pregnancy test.

Fuck my life indeed.