I could have avoided all that trouble if I had only remembered to know my place.
I sheepishly walked into the basement of the party, lights flashing and music blasting. I was surrounded by bodies; bodies jumping, bodies grinding, bodies screaming. This was one of the first times that I had been in a place like this. Part of me liked it.
From across the room, we made eye contact. I looked at him in his costume and he looked at me in mine. Soon, we were dancing.
And soon, we were going back to his place. He opened the door to his room and I followed him inside as shyly as earlier. I had never done this before.
We took a break for him to go to the bathroom. I felt tired; I wanted to leave. Suddenly, a brunette entered the bedroom.
“Who are you?” she asked me.
“I’m his friend.”
“I’m his girlfriend.”
I immediately pulled my skirt down and headed for my heels. I grabbed the rest of my items and trampled down the stairs. I could hear them yelling above me as I darted out into the rain.
If I had only remembered to know my place.