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Chapter III - Party Like a Rockstar
Friday, September 8, 2006, Greenwich, Connecticut

As soon as I got home I took a warm shower for like 20 minutes. I had to reflect on the happenings of the day. This could not be happening. On my first week of school I had managed to do everything that I hadn�t accomplished at home, to get on a sports team and to have a girl talk to me.

I threw on my favorite Volcom shirt, after spraying myself with Old Spice Swagger, its ****ing good I tell you; try it out, and an Abercrombie jean. I checked the time to make sure I was not too late or early, it was about ten minutes before, so I left, but as soon as I left I remembered the cologne. I ran upstairs and put some Jean Paul Gaultier cologne on my hair and my neck. I was now ready to go.

I got to Isabella�s house at 7:31, about a minute late. I grabbed my phone from my pocket, but I noticed she hadn�t inserted her number. ****, I would have to go through the awkwardness of knocking the door, and possibly having her father opening the door.

I rang the bell, and luckily she opened almost immediately. She was using a very short and tight jean short and a tight tank top, which let me appreciate her, while not fully developed, great curves. I looked at her directly in her piercing bright blue eyes, and she looked back. Was I in love? I don�t know; what I do know is that she was smoking hot.

�Hello beautiful�

�Aw, you are so sweet�

�So, where are we going?�

�There is this party, to celebrate the first loss of the football season, and my friends say they are huge�

�They are celebrating a loss?�

�Yeah, the seniors at school don�t take football very seriously, but they do take partying seriously.�

�Aren�t freshmen boys not allowed at these parties?�

�Don�t worry, you�re with me.�

�And, uh, how the hell are we going?�

�My friends will pick us up�

We kept on with small talk for a while, until a blue Range Rover, with the speakers blaring Lil� Jon parked in front of the house. A pretty brunette opened the trunk of the car, it was full, I mean, it was a seven person car, and with us, there were thirteen people in it.

We climbed on the trunk, and sat down next to a dude and a chick that were making out. They stopped when they noticed we got in.

�Hey, dude, what's up? I�ve never seen you before, I guess you are new?�

�Haha, yeah bro, I�m Martin Gomez, freshmen.�

�Whoa dude, I bet your friend here got you in, there aren�t many frosh at these parties�

�Yeah I guess�

****, I knew very few people at school, and now I was going to a senior and junior party. This was going to be very awkward; I already felt out of place in the trunk of a car with a couple in an intense make out session, how would it be with a bunch of older dudes?

We arrived at this home in the suburbs of the city; I knew we were there because of the booming Ludacris music coming from the house.

We got down, and, bracing myself, went inside the house.

It was awesome, and worse, than anything that I had expected. There was free booze, and when I mean booze I mean Coronas and Jack Daniels, everywhere around the house. The music was blaring, and there were hot chicks all around the place.

Immediately as we got in, Isabella pulled me to where there were a bunch of guys and girls dancing, and started doing all these sexy moves only girls do. The problem was, I had never danced before, and I was scared like ****.

�Hahahaha, this dude is scared of dancing, but not of running at a�****ing-million miles an hour against me, hahaha!�

I turned around and saw Mike, the dude from the football drill.

�Yo, bro, what�s up?�

I got nervous at that point, would they not like it that a freshmen at their parties. I bet they could smell my fear; they were ****ing lions, ready to eat me and tear my flesh apart.

�Uh, cool bro, the party is ****ing awesome.�

�Dude, you don�t even have a drink, look, take this cup, it has barely any rum in it. Try it.�

He gave it to me, and I took it directly to my mouth. I drank the whole thing at one shot; I tried to not even think about it. It burnt a lot, but it was kind of nice.

�Look dude, it looks like you have a nice girl waiting for you, so I won't distract you. Take care.�

It was finally over; he was so drunk he hadn�t thought of hitting me, or just doing bad stuff to me. He had been pretty cool.

�Hey sexy, I�m waiting for you.�

I turned around and saw Isabella; she pulled me to a sofa, and put her lips on mine. It was the best thing in the world. I kissed her back, tasting her strawberry lip gloss. I didn�t want it to stop.

We spent about an hour there in the sofa, kissing, making out, whatever you want to call it. As we kissed we each let go a little more, my hands went down from her head, to her neck, to her back, to her waist. You know where this is going. I was in ****ing heaven when�

RING, RING, RING

My phone gods damn it.

�Wait a second babe.�

I left the house, trying to get some quiet to talk with my dad.

�Hey dad.�

�Martin, were the hell are you?�

�At a party�

�I want you home right now, it is 2:30 in the morning, and you are not even 15.�

�Oh, ah, well. I�m kind of, like, far away from home, so I can�t walk. My friend�s could give me a ride, but, like, later.�

My father finally decided to come pick me up. I gave him another address, so he would not see the mess I was in. I ran inside the house, and found Isabella on the same couch.

�Are you ready for some more?�

�Sorry babe, I got to leave, you want a ride?�

�Oh, uh, sure.�

We walked to the adress I had given my dad. We were talking when I saw this dude run out of a house breaking a window, with a gun in his hand, and a bag in the other. He looked at me, then at Isabella, and then pointed the gun at us�