Rebecca
The basketball season ended up being a disappointment for us. We were picked to win the District title at the beginning of the year, and once we ended the regular season with a 18-4 record, it looked like we would win it all. I started getting a lot of minutes after my heroics in the opener, becoming the team's sixth man behind the five seniors. However, everything came to a halt when our county rival Tussey Mountain beat us on our home floor to end our season. I was bummed for our seniors, because ever since they came into the high school, their goal was to win a district title - something Everett hasn't done in 16 years. I just hope my senior year doesn't end like that. After a good track season, school was let out and I began a long summer. I had a lot scheduled; basketball camps, football camps, parties, and vacation.
Vacation. It's one of those words that can brighten up anyone's day. Everyone gets excited to leave their everyday lives for an extended period of time to just go somewhere far away and relax. My family would be going to Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. Beautiful houses, beautiful beach, and of course beautiful women; I was itching to go. Plus we would leave in the middle of July, which meant I would have my license. I didn't have to hang with the family much then. I know how Everett parties throw down, but I didn't know how Hilton Head parties were.
My dad knew that I didn't really want to hang with the fam the entire time, so he arranged a way so there was two vehicles - that way I could go out and do my own thing. We got there around three and after dinner with my family, they went out to play some mini-golf.
"Sure you don't want to go son?"
"I'm sure. I'll find something to do."
"Alright, just don't get yourself into any trouble. Be home around noon tomorrow."
"Gotcha."
After they left, I got a shower. I threw on a Hollister t-shirt, some khaki shorts and a white Penn State hat backwards. I got into the Honda Accord and started my way to the beach. Once I got there, I started walking in the sand till I heard some music and saw a fire. Once I got there, I started looking for two things; hot girls and good booze. Right away I found the first thing I was looking for: about five foot four, long blonde hair, nice ass and a cute face.
"...pull up to the red light, lookin' right, come here, let me get your name, girl..."
"Hey, I have a question."
"Yes?"
"I thought angels had wings. Well where's yours?"
"Haha awh, that's cute. My name's Rebecca."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Ethan. You from around here?"
"Yeah, I live actually right by this beach. I'm guessing you're on vacation, never seen you before."
"Right. I'm from a little town in Pennsylvania. What's with the Miller Lite?"
"You don't drink?"
"Yeah I do, but Miller, seriously? Where's the Bacardi at?"
"Well my parents aren't home but they have some stashed somewhere...wanna come over?"
"Yeah, this party seems sorta lame anyways."
"Yeah it is. Here, come with me."
"...well I'ma freak it right, each and every night, I know how to do it insane girl. 'Cause I can make it hot, make it stop, make you wanna say my name girl..."
We walked about a half mile just talking about random things. Once we got to her house, the party really started. I grabbed the Bacardi out of the bottom shelf and we both started drinking. We started to make our way to her bedroom, definitely feeling the effects from the alcohol. Stumbling into her bed, we started making out when she asked...
"Do you have a condom?"
"Shit...no."
"Oh well, I don't care..."