She pulled me by the hand with smiling oriental brown eyes shining through the growing darkness at me. Her delicate orange hair flowed in beautiful waves behind her shoulder, and she was wearing a short yet elegant red dress.
Getting in, she dragged me grinning into the darkness, the flashing green and blue lights, and the pounding beat of the music. This is what she lived for, just another party girl, but she my friend and I wanted to have fun with her too if I could get used to this scene. I had never even been to a club before.
She took me through the club to the dance floor, and he danced together. She smiled when I smiled, and it was fun. She really was looking at me, and enjoying my company. If I could just keep it up…
But the night wore on and she got drunk. Some boys talked to her, and they must’ve asked her to take her clothes off, because before I knew it, her dress was off and they were taking pictures with their phones.
“Come on, do it with me!” she yelled over the music to me.
I shook my head. No way was that happening.
“Come on, it’s just a bit of fun. You should chill out and join me!”
“I’m all for being chill, but that’s a bit too far!”
“Well, then do it me! It’s just a bit of fun!”
I tried to keep myself together, stay calm, but I felt caught in a horrifying situation, spinning out of my control. “Then you go do it you slut!” I shot at her. Hurt filled her eyes, and she slipped back into her dress.
“What the hell!” she cried. I couldn’t bare to look at her like this, and made away through the crowd, looking for the exit.
Until suddenly she caught me by the shoulder, and I spun back to her without thinking.
“What the hell was that just now?” she asked me seriously, and I knew I couldn’t escape her now.
“I just didn’t want to do that just now,” I said, hugging my arms into me at the thought, “it gives me a bad feeling. I can’t believe you would. I mean, I know you feel like it’s all fun and games, but I don’t. You just don’t know where those things will end up.”
“It’s okay,” she said, touching my shoulder.
“No, it’s not,” I said, shrugging out from under her touch, uncomfortable. “Photos like that, nonconsensual, it’s like rape. Except it never ends. I don’t know I could stand it. I couldn’t live that way, constantly.”
“Geez,” said my friend, watching me guiltily. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to see you. You know I… I like you.”
Now guilt passed through me, and I looked away, holding myself tighter. I stumbled over words, apologising. I felt even worse because I liked her too. And now I didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I have a thing about my body. I’m shy about showing it. By myself I’m alright, but anyone else… I don’t know.” I looked at her. “I don’t even know I could share it with someone I liked,” I said, blushing. “I’m not sure I could trust them.”
“That must be a very lonely way to live, always hiding.”
“I can’t help it, it’s just who I am. Besides, what about you, always living so senselessly.”
“I guess we both have something to learn. From each other, maybe. Come home with me.”
I considered only a moment, picturing our future together, before I said yes.