Once I had shaken off the shock, I managed to recognise the people who were present; and most of the faces were my previous schoolmates and friends including the girl I had mercilessly snatched a boyfriend from. The day seemed to be full of surprises, starting from my parents who agreed without a fight, the sleepover that had rapidly turned into night-out, or a birthday party rather, but the greatest surprise was seeing that girl at m-y birthday party, wait a minute, why wasn’t my boyfriend invited? As I rushed to find Linda and ask the question that had just struck me, I heard the voice that had made me melt for the then past 3years making an announcement. Nope, it wasn’t Matt, it was Tate (as in Teit not Tatee as u probably have pronounced it). Tatenda is the name, but everyone knew him as Tate, and as you can imagine he was a “bad-boy” something every girl out there craves for, and probably the very same reason I had decided to snatch him from the girl whose name is not worth mentioning right now. That explains it! That’s why she was at m-y birthday party! After Tate and I had started dating, a lot of drama started (frankly, that school really needed some otherwise life there was as boring as hell. Well, I know that statement is exaggerated but you know what I mean), so Tate had decided to “protect me” by becoming friends with the grieving, fuming, loser of a girl. I obviously had no problem with it because I didn’t consider her as a threat at all. I had more to show off than she ever had, even if she tried! Oh gosh, I get easily distracted pardon me, back to the story. I’m not really the blushing type but I swear on that night my cheeks turned pink at some point as I listened to Tate tell the world of his undying love for me. And for that reason up to date, I still give it to him, the guy is just phenomenal!
“Drink! Drink! Drink!!” everyone shouted, I was in the limelight, right where I wanted to be, but not on that kind of limelight to be honest, it was a bit overwhelming! As I mentioned before, your grandparents were great parents, they had actually taught me right from wrong, they had shown me how drunkenness could really be dangerous to me as a young girl and had even quoted Proverbs 31v4-5, for people who never really went to Church that was quite impressive. But like I said, it was my birthday and exceptions could be made. I was there gawking at the tempting tequila shots which the mob was coercing me to take. I was turning 18 and had never tasted alcohol, nor even considered it but at that time everything including the stars seemed to be in favour of me popping that bubble that I had built myself over the years. Besides, I was turning 18 and my parents had not bothered to throw me a party but my boyfriend had, so why should I have listen to the people who had not even cared to spare a few pennies and throw me the party that I deserved? At the thought of that, I found myself gulping the shot like there was no tomorrow! I even requested for more, even Tate was shocked by this because he had dismally failed to convince me into taking a simple sider ever since our second date. I kept taking more shots and martinis because somehow it gave me a sense of victory and freedom. And for someone who had never tried a sider I was doing pretty well taking the hot tequila shots like I had just emerged from a desert and needed something to quench my thirst, but then again we can call it an alcohol-desert.
If there was anything I loved about Tate, (apart from being bad and romantic obviously) is how he respected me. He was more of a gentle-badboy 😉 yep, oxymora describe him best. I trusted him when it came to sex, I had told him as soon as we had started dating that if he was looking forward to popping the cherry, he might as well as have gone back to his pathetic exes. He had begged a few times until he finally stopped seeing that I was unshaken in my resolution of not sleeping with anyone who hasn’t put a ring on my incredible finger, but on that night, as you can imagine, things went a little different. I’d love to say it was the alcohol in control but deep down I know I really wanted to. I felt like he deserved it and had shown the world how awesome a boyfriend he was – yes this is when we ought to use the word awesome, not on Matt’s little cheap girlfriend, what out of the ordinary thing had she done to deserve the description? Who did she think she was anyway? How had she even caught his attention? She must have been some slut!…..but hey look who is talking, the girl who literally dragged her boyfriend upstairs to give him “some”. A lot happened on that night alright, but I refuse to give you any further details of that night, as I’ve mentioned before and I’ll mention it again, you have no business knowing everything about your mom.
*first appeared on Wordpress Letters to Kiddo
