She looked great, and as i was into blondes, everytime i looked into her green eyes im pretty sure she knew what my underlying thoughts were...Her lip... were seductive and slender and coated in a lip gloss with accentuated her pout, and every so often she would re-apply in between me going for the next round of drinks. The afternoon passed, plenty of drinks, even touching with hands being held across the table - we got on that well! And it was clear that the chemistry was there between us and. Not a dependency. I mean, to have someone I know I can trust, someone I care about, who takes me just as I am. That's what you do for me. I don't know where I'm going right now, Mary. But you give me a hand rail, I guess you'd call it, that I can hold on to while I'm looking." Thank you. That makes me feel good. But, what about Anne? She cares for you as much as I do." I know she does... I don't know. Perhaps if I'd seen her at the Union today... No. Anne's got an agenda going on. She's got a. The text sent.Oh fuck I thought when I saw who I had sent it to. I had somehow managedto reply to Matthew's text. Don't get me wrong I wanted to suck Matthewoff from the day I first wanted to suck anyone off. He was my school boycrush and now he was a hot painter/decorator. There was no response. Atleast 30 minutes passed and still nothing. Panic hit me fast. A coldsweat cloaked me. Buzz buzz. A text. Was it from him? I didn't want tolook at my phone. Again closing my eyes I reached. But unfortunately, fate stepped into our lives one sultry August evening.Joey, the party animal, hinted to us about a back to school party at a friend's house. Everyone in my beat up Grand Am cheered with excitement. We were on our way to the biggest party of the summer before school started. No one thought about how far it was to Susan's, or how desolate the roads could be at night. We were going to be big bad seniors that year. We assumed that nothing could happen to us - we already knew all.