Monday

So what is being a teenager all about? Is it really about rebelling and being stupid? I went to a party today and found out…

1pm

I finally got here, after a lot of mistakes; getting the bus the wrong way, going to the wrong bus stop, etc. I’d never been to this park before you see. Well what could I say. I was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the park, and on the other end, about half the guests were sitting doing Shisha*. The other half were sitting on either a bench nearby, or the grass in front of it. I felt so out of place, I wasn’t even friends with half of these people, and I was doing everything I could to avoid being asked to do Shisha and being humilated when I said no.

1.15pm

At least all the boys were doing Shisha elsewhere now, and most of the others had gone off to see some animals (there was like a miniature zoo at this park), so now I felt less awkward. I phoned my friend too, and she was finally on her way here. Now I just had to sit and wait! I was stuck on my own with my friend’s boyfriend Cole, and one very tired birthday boy. We kept asking him why he wasn’t hanging around with all his guests, and he said he was just really tired from chores and lack of sleep. I felt kind of sorry for him. His parents had worked him so hard, he couldn’t even enjoy his own birthday party.

Before I go on, it’s very important you all know; Cole, my friend’s boyfriend has a history with me. We’ve almost dated numerous times, and also done text sex* a few times. He’s a known cheater though so I’ve always steered clear of him. And he looked very, very sexy today.

Cole and I flirted for a while sitting there. He looked irresistible. Eventually I got bored and moved to one of the benches nearby. He came and sat next to me a few minutes later. Apparently I was too much to resist too, for he started running his hand up my thigh. I ignored it so as to avoid drawing the birthday boy’s attention to the fact, as he was just behind us and Cole was dating my friend so this had to stay secret. His girlfriend, who was called Raquell, knew what he was like; always tempted to cheat whenever she wasn’t with him, and although she wasn’t here, that wasn’t an excuse for what Cole was doing.

2.00pm

My friend, Beyonce, finally turned up, about 15 minutes after Cole had left. We sat there bored as hell and talked to a few people. We had been planning to get some alcohol, to liven things up, but we hadn’t bothered thus far.

2.45pm

Still bored, we had now taken the bus down to the nearby high street. After giving her my half of the money (£4) I waited for her with baited breath, whilst she went to a newsagents to buy it. She was under age of course. Three years under age in fact; you had to be 18, and she was 15. As I waited, a man walked past me, and said “Hi there” in a suggestive voice and raised his eyebrow at me. I was so freaked out that some guy in his mid-twenties was hitting on me, I just said “Hi” back and looked very creeped out, so he kept walking, thank goodness. Then my friend came out. She’d got it! Although admittedly she’d got Whiskey instead of Vodka, she’d still got it! A bottle each, containing 4 Units*. We quickly took the bus back to the boring party, but it’s prospects were now suddenly looking pretty up!

3.00pm

Now back at the party, we opened our bottles. Beyonce and I let a couple of people have a little sip each, but we drank the bulk of it ourselves. I finished first, eager to get rid of it, as it tasted vile, but I really wanted to get drunk. I let someone have the last few drops of it to add to their coke, which already had some from Beyonce’s in, and stood up and made my way to the other bench where most of the guests. As I walked across, I stumbled, and Harry, a very cute guy I’d fancied 4 years ago, and my friend Chanel’s current crush, called over “Lightweight*”! So I chased him. For a while actually. Flirted too, and my crush from 4 years ago was suddenly alight again. By now the drink had really kicked in. I also flirted a little, but not nearly as much, with this guy called Mark, when he joined in with the teasing, and my hand accidentally brushed his, ahem, area.

Mark and I had been pretending we were dating now and again during the year, as a private in joke. We didn’t do anything, just whenever he saw me he’d put his arm round my shoulder and be like “Hey babe!” to wind me up.

7.00pm

Later on, still slightly drunk, I got a text from Cole, asking if I’d made it home okay. After some dirty and flirty texting, we had arranged to meet at 1pm the next day. He was expecting to go pretty far, maybe even all the way*.

Tuesday – 10.00am

Now sober, with a pretty bad head ache, but thankfully, no vomiting, I got my head straight and texted Cole to say I wouldn’t be meeting him today. I told him I felt guilty, and so should he, and that he should do something with his girlfriend, and I told him not to text me back. He didn’t.

Still, I was faced with a problem yet…I now really liked Harry…and Chanel did too. I told Katie, my best friend since Year Two*, and she told was supportive as usual. She told me flat out he’d like me, not Chanel, and wanted to get an opportunity to meet him; she went to a different school to us. The problem was, even if he did like me and not Chanel, would I lose Chanel’s friendship if I dated him?

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*Shisha is a minor drug which you smoke, not particularly harmful in the short or long term, and until the recent ban of smoking in public places, you could go to Shisha Smoking Lounges in the U.K.

*Text Sex is basically where you roleplay sex, via texts.

*4 Units is the equivilant of 4 Shots in the U.K.

*Lightweight means somebody who gets drunk easily.

*All the way means sex, but if you didn’t know what it meant, then you’re too young to be reading this.

*Year Two is the equivilant of 1st Grade.