Flashback***

Its was a party. My friend Daniel has it every year. I was suppose to be with King, but didn't know where he was. Drunks and sluts danced and I was sitting alone. I felt hands on my shoulders and jumped, but it was only King.

"Will you dance with me?"

I nodded taking his hand in mine and moving to the dance floor with him.

Daniel always plays a slow song at 12 a.m and King took that opportunity to dance. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he placed his hands on my waist.

He looked so different. Not like the player I'm trying to destroy. What am I thinking he is the enemy I can't think of him like that. I looked King in the eyes. He seems so sinc- My thought was then cut off by his lips pressed against mine. He was kissing me. What do I do!?

I pushed him away and ran outside to find Striker but she had left the party. I started walking down the street to go home not wanting to be at the party any longer. I waited at the bus stop but there were not buses, so I called Strike.

"Hello, Striker?"

"Yes, who else answers my phone? What ya need?" Striker didn't sound like she had been asleep. She must have just went to Sarah's or something.

"I'm at the bus stop can you please pick me up?"

"Yeah, I'll be there in about 15 minutes." She said then hung up.

I sat on the bench freezing and the taste of Bacardi on my lips from King. "What am I going to do?" I said out loud. I sat there for a little while then started to drum on my thighs. I sang softly while I waited for Striker. About 10 minutes past and I can hear Striker's truck around the corner. I stand up as she pulls to a stop. I jump into the truck and buckle my seat belt.

She looks at me suspiciously.

"What are you looking at?"

"What happened? At Daniel's?"

"Nothing important." I say and look out the window calmly.

******

The drive back to Striker's was awkward. She kept looking over at me. Studying my facial features, waiting for me to crack and tell her what happened with King at the party.

We pulled into her drive way and she turned to look at me.

"Tell me what happened. An don't say nothing happened cause I know something happened. So spill it."

She looked at me intensely until I couldn't take it anymore.

"He kissed me." I looked over at her to see her expression, but it was blank. "Striker?"

She looks up at me. "Did he really?" She now looked astonished.

I looked down, while fiddling with my fingers. "Yes, he did. We were slow dancing and I was looking into his eyes. He seemed so...not like a player, more sincere. Then he just kissed me."

I finally looked up at Striker. She was staring off into space.

"Striker!" She jumped and looked over at me. "How was the kiss?" She asked.