Chapter Six

Bette Porter narrative

I didn’t feel like going to the party, but I thought it would be a chance to proove Billy I really did love him.

I didn’t wear anything special, I had just grabbed a shirt and jeans. I didn’t bother about the ‘dress to impress’ sphere that was at those parties anymore. I didn’t care about anything. I cared about Fiona and keeping Billy.

I looked around and saw a lot of people I knew. I wondered what I was doing there.
I went to a lot of parties since Fiona was gone. I just could get some booze, get drunk and dance it off. I didn’t care if people thought I was crazy, if they laughed behind my back. I only thought of holding myself when I thought of Billy, I didn’t want to embarrass him.

Fiona never cared about a thing. I wanted to be like that; not caring about anyone. The hell with what people thought of me. Fiona didn’t seem to get hurt easily and I was hurt way too quickly. Her leaving ripped my heart out, so I just decided to go like her, the not caring thing. I figured it wouldn’t hurt that much then.

It did. It hurt a bunch, but at least my behaviour caused people to leave me alone.

I went straight to the tables with the drinks, took a beer and drank it ad fundum. I went over to the dancefloor where my eyes fell on a blonde girl I didn’t know.
She looked really hot, like extremely hot. I kinda felt like jumping on her right there, but I had this presumption that that wouldn’t be a very good idea.

The girl wore a white tank top and her breasts were coming out beautifully. It was not like you saw it all, but it was quite suggestive. Her skinny jeans were on her hips, which aroused me very much. I just wanted to get those pants down and do a little magic.

I held myself. This girl was probably straight, and there were so many people I knew, and I would embarrass myself and Billy. And I would hurt Billy. I guess he wouldn’t be able to take it that night.