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Yesterday Night
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"How are you liking the party, bro?" Adrian said, walking towards me with a bottle of beer in his left hand and patting me on the back with his right hand.
"It's great, Adrian. It's the best one yet. I'm happy you're doing this for me, man." I replied to my best friend, whom I have known ever since we were in kindergarten together. Now I'm gonna be leaving in two more days to...I don't know where to tell the truth, but I know it won't be as fun as all the years I have lived here.
"Fireballs?" I asked Adrian, who sat next to me by the bar.
"Hell yeah! Fire them up, brother." He yelled over the loud booming music, which made me chuckle at him.
"Alright, then. Hey, bartender," I began by getting his attention. "Four firebombs and a beer, good sir."
"You got it, " the black-haired dude said, pouring us shots and mixing in some cinnamon schnapps, Bacardi 151, and Tabasco. Here you go—four firebombs and a beer."
I grabbed two while Adrian grabbed two and turned towards me so that we could face each other. " Brothers forever!" I yelled over the loud music, holding up the filled-up shot glasses.
"Brothers forever bro!" He yelled back, following my actions and clicking the shot glasses together before downing the shots one by one.
"Woooo!" Adrian and I yelled as the alcohol slightly burned the back of our throats. That's when I grabbed the beer that the bartender left and took a few gulps to help cool it down a bit, Adrian doing the same with his.
"Oh. Shit. Dude, guess who is at the party right now?" Adrian said, smiling the biggest smile ever, looking somewhere in the crowd and bobbing his head to the beat of the music.
"Um...who?" I asked Adrian, turning around on the stool and looking in the direction that he was facing, but I couldn't tell who. It was dark in here, and nothing but the colored lights lit up the house—Adrian's parents' house, to be exact- who had left for a couple of days on vacation.
"Over there, dancing in the crowd." He pointed, and I gazed towards where he was pointing. My eyes got wide once I saw who it was. It couldn't be...could it? I squinted my eyes to make sure it was really her. It was impossible to miss the black ripped stockings, black leather skirt and shirt, and something on her arms that looked like the ripped stockings.
"Isis?" I questioned. What is she doing at this party? She never comes to any party. Did she come here with someone, or did she just come here on her own accord? Well, hell, that doesn't matter. It's just a shock that she is even here at all.
"Isis mother fucking Jinxa," Adrian muttered under his breath before taking another sip from his beer.
I don't know why, but I just couldn't stop myself from checking her out. The way her body moved to the music was hypnotizing. The longer I stared, the hotter she looked, even though I had never talked to her before. All I heard about her were rumors, and they mostly talked about her being a witch, which was obviously just a rumor. Witches are fiction. They aren't real, just characters in a book or movie.
My attention was brought back when her chocolate-brown eyes made contact with mine. A smile appeared on her face, and I answered her with my own smile.
"I'm going to talk to her," I told Adrian, drinking the rest of my beer and placing it on the bar's counter. I was about to walk over to her but was stopped when Adrian grabbed hold of my shoulder, forcing me to turn and face him.
"Are you serious?" Adrian replied, shocked,
"Haven't you heard the rumors about her."
"Yeah, 'rumors,' man, meaning something that isn't proven, and plus, witches are just fictional characters. They might have existed in the medieval age, but now this is the Information Age." I explain to Adrian, who shrugs his shoulders
"That's on you, Slasher," Adrian said, letting out a sigh before leaving the crowd of dancing drunk teenagers to talk to a girl who had caught his eye.
I just shook my head and turned my attention to Isis, who told me to come over with her index finger while sexually biting her bottom lip as the song Touch It by Busta Rhymes came on. I bobbed my head to the music as I walked over to her, staring at her hips and swinging to the song's bass.
'Damn,' I thought, 'this girl knows how to move.'
When I was two steps away from her, she turned around so that her back was facing me, still moving her body to the song. I smiled to myself and got close enough to her so that she was moving on me.
"I never knew you were the party type," I whispered in her ear, loud enough for her to hear. She turned around and put her right arm around my neck, her knee going between my legs and mine between her legs, grinding to the tempo of the chorus.
"Oh, I'm not...Alex, " she replies, hissing my name into my ear and giving my ear a slight nibble. I'm just a girl wanting to have some fun occasionally."
I bit my bottom lip and turned her around, grabbing hold of her waist and pulling her into me so she could feel my excited member on her ass, making her let own a moan.
"And how do you know my name, Isis?" I asked her while nibbling her ear to return the favor.
"Mmmm," she moans. Who doesn't know you, Alex? I'm surprised you know my name, though." She turns her head so that her lips are just an inch away from touching mine, teasing me by slightly rubbing them on my chin, going up until her bottom lip grazes mine.
"Who wouldn't know about the rumored sexy witch?" I told her, staring into her chocolate brown eyes before claiming her lips on mine. Damn, her lips were actually pretty soft. That I just wanted to kiss them more. But sadly, it didn't last long; she suddenly pulled away.
"Sexy witch, huh?" She turned, facing me while giving a small giggle. "Then won't you let this witch ride her wooden broom?" Isis surprisingly asks, rubbing her hand on my excited friend before walking up the stairs, leaving me stunned.
Did she mean what I thought she meant? If she did, I was not going to let this chance pass me by. Snapping out of my daze, I followed up the stairs after her and was suddenly pulled into a dark room and pushed onto a wall.
"What the h-" I tried to get out but was muffled by soft lips on mine. I flipped us so that Isis was on the wall now while searching for a switch on the wall. Once I finally found it, I pulled away and looked into her eyes.
"Is this what you want?" I asked as I stuck my hand down her panties, rubbing her aroused rosebud, then stuck a finger in her wet, soft, tight crevice.
"Oh fuck mmmm." She moaned loudly. "Give me more?" She asked, and I added another finger and curved it up to hit her g spot repeatedly. God damn, this girl was getting soaked.
"Oh yes, faster!" She yelled, and that's what I did. "Oh god, I'm gonna c*m already," she said and stopped before she could reach her bliss.
"W-why?" She wondered, moving her waist in a circular motion, wanting more.
"You're not going to c*m until I ravage you," I smirked at her making her bite her bottom lip, and that's what I ended up doing that night; once we fucked till we couldn't fuck more, we collapsed next to each other, breathing heavy.
Once we both caught our breaths, she turned and looked at me.
"Alex?" she called, and I turned to look at her. Oh no, she had better not ask for a relationship after what we had just done. This mostly happens. After I end up doing this with a girl, she would just want to start a relationship. This happened with the last girl. Sighing, I mentally rolled my eyes and looked at Isis.
"Yeah," I answered
"What do you think about Sophie Louis?" she asked me, and I stared at the ceiling, confused. We had just gotten down and dirty, and she was wondering what I thought about another girl. But that name sounded familiar. Oh, that's right. It was the name of the last girl who wanted a relationship, but I wouldn't let her.
"She was a good lay?" I told her, and she just stared at me before sitting up on the bed and smacking me hard on the cheek.
"What the fuck!" I yelled at her, holding my stinging cheek
"So that's all she and the other girls you fucked were to you, huh. A good 'lay'. Curse you, Alex. Curse you until the day you die. Just know you'll pay for all the women you hurt." She said, getting up from the bed and putting her clothes back on before leaving the room, leaving me alone. I just shook my head and thought, 'Whatever. It was fun while it lasted.'
I got up from my bed, put my clothes back on, and walked back down the stairs to drown myself in alcohol so I don't remember this tomorrow. Once I couldn't drink anymore, Adrian called me a cab to take me home.
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Present time
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Oh no no no no noooo. This couldn't be happening. Did that really happen yesterday? I was really cursed by Isis. What. The. Hellll! I just hung my head in my hands, not believing this happened to me. Witches shouldn't exist, but I was just cursed by one.
Then the door to the store opened, but I didn't raise my head from my hands to look who came in. I didn't even bother to look who it might have been since I knew it was obviously just some other customer.
"Yo Alex," Adrian called, but I just ignored him. Nothing couldn't have been worth being called for once you realized you might be stuck as a girl for the rest of your life.
"Alex!" he called louder, grabbing one of my hands and forcing me to look at him with angry eyes.
"What do you want, Adrian?" I asked him, and he pointed toward the cashier. To my surprise, Isis was standing there talking to someone I'm guessing was a friend, laughing at something the friend just said. But when I looked closer at the friend, I realized she was Sophie Louis, the girl who wanted a relationship with me that Isis also asked me about.
So she was friends with her?
Is that why she said what she said?
Then, before I knew it, I was possessed with a rush of anger. I quickly got up and walked toward Isis, grabbing her hand and running with her in the direction of the women's bathroom.
"Hey, what are you? Hey!" Sophie said, following behind us, but Adrian got to her and pulled her to the table we were sitting at, telling her that I just wanted to talk with Isis.
Once we were inside the girls' bathroom, I closed and locked the door behind me, making sure that Sophie didn't get a good look at me, even though she didn't know who I was.
"What the hell!" Isis yelled, pulling her arm from my grasp.
"Fix this," I whispered under my breath as we reached the women's bathroom. I looked at her with eyes that could kill, clenching my fist at my sides.
"What?"
"Fix this shit right now, Isis!" I yelled, moving my hands up and down, emphasizing my body to let Isis know what I was talking about.
"Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?" she asked, staring at me confused, which made me angry.
"Don't fucking act dumb, Iris, and fucking FIX THIS!" I yelled louder at the brim of tears.
Surprisingly getting emotional. I didn't want to be stuck in a female body. I want to go back to the way I was.
"I really don't know what you're talking about." She said, and I just dropped to my knees on the bathroom floor, silent tears falling down my cheeks.
Why the fuck was I crying? I've never been this emotional after that break-up with my ex.
"Please, Isis, ju-just change me back. Change me back to the real Alex already...give me my real body back...please...I beg you." I begged her, and this was the first time in all my life that I actually begged.
"Alex?" she wondered, bending down to look into my eyes. I just stared at her. "Oh my gosh, it actually worked, " she said, giving a small giggle.
"This isn't funny!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't know how Alex." She informed me, and I stared at her, shocked. She couldn't be serious. She was lying. She was just trying to play a joke. Yeah, just some scary joke.
"You're joking, right?" I asked her, giving her a nervous laugh, but she just shook her head. Now, I was scared—scared beyond repair. My body was trembling with fear. I tried to stand up, but my legs were shaking so bad that I just fell back down with my back hitting the locked door. My hands went up into my hair, knocking off the red cap that I was wearing and bringing my knees up to my chest rocking myself back and forth.
"I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It wasn't my fault. I didn't want to get hurt and used again. It was the only way to comfort myself. I promise I won't do it again, so please j-just tell me you can change me back Isis." I said looking at her but she just shook her head with a face of pity and slight guilt.
"Explain yourself, Alex," Isis asked, bending down before me. I looked at her chocolate brown eyes and shook my head.
"No." I whispered, grabbing my dirty blonde hair tighter. I won't tell her what happened...ever. I never told anyone but my parents and Adrian, and I am sure not going to tell someone like Isis who did this to me.
"If you don't explain, I won't bother trying to find a way to fix this," Isis told me. "Now, give me a reason to help you."
"I thought you said you couldn't fix this?" I asked her, looking at her surprised.
Was she lying to me?
"I can't, but that doesn't mean I won't try to fix it." She smirked, and I bit my bottom lip, studying her to see if she was telling the truth.
When I saw that she was dead serious, I took a breath and wiped away the tears on my cheek.
"Her name was Ashley Stewart," I began, and Isis sat right next to me to listen better. "She was my first and only girlfriend. We first met when she transferred to the middle school; we were in 8th grade then, and I fell hard for her. Not long after, we started dating, and everything started going great, but Ashley started to change for some reason. She was becoming more popular, but I didn't pay any attention to it. But then I found out the real reason why she started dating me. It was for one of my friends on the football team."
"Elaborate," Isis said, and I sighed before continuing.
"Her goal was to get his attention through me. After all my efforts to get her to go out with me, she would always reject it. Until one day, she said yes. I didn't know why the sudden change in heart, but it turns out she came to learn of my family background from a fellow teammate. All in all, she was only dating me cause I had money. But I didn't care because she had already captured my heart. That was the first strike.
Two years have passed since the day I found out, and that's when things changed for the worse. When we would go on dates, she would ask for things that were becoming too expensive. She would ask me to buy out six flags, buy her a car, and even expensive accessories that were over my budget."
"Wow, you were foolish, huh."
"Well, love is a blind journey. Anyway, back to the story," I told Isis, who nodded, giving me the signal to continue.
"It came to the point where she began to distance herself from me, so I thought I'd surprise her with a gift that she always wanted. A silver bracelet with hearts connecting each other. When I arrived at her house, I saw that her parents weren't home. I tested the front door to see if it was open, and to my surprise, it was. As I walked in the direction in which her room was located, I reached her room door, which was closed. I went for the doorknob to see if she was inside.
Fortunately, she was, but what was unfortunate was that her legs were wrapped around another guy. The friend I told you about. I was so shocked that the box in my hand that held the bracelet inside fell to the floor, creating a small thump and making them both turn to me."
I took a deep breath as the image reappeared in my head. I felt like my heart was snatched out of my chest and crushed in her very hands when I caught her.
"Ever since that day, I never once fell in love again but instead decided to just fuck around with different girls to hide my pain. Yes, I know some of them didn't deserve what I did, but none of those girls deserved someone who was broken and afraid to love again." I told Isis, finishing the story as I looked into her eyes, which held anger and gave me one hard slap on the cheek, which echoed in the bathroom. I placed my hand on the now stinging area and looked at Isis with sad eyes, knowing that I deserved that slap.
"You are a very dumb person, you know that!" Isis yelled, tears nearly about to come through her chocolate brown eyes. "Yes, it's understandable that you needed to fill the hole in your heart, but now some of these girls no longer have their innocence because of you. Especially Sophie, you fucking prick. She had a crush on you for years and wanted to find a way to help you after she found out about the break-up but this is how you repay her huh. Taking her virginity and leaving her in the same position you're in...broken, afraid, and used. You really do deserve this curse so you can understand the importance of a woman's virginity." She said, making my eyes go wide in fear.
"No, wait," I said quickly, grabbing Isis's wrist when she was about to walk outside the door.
"Please...anything but that." I begged her, but she just shook her head.
At that very moment, I lost all hope and dropped to the floor on my knees, slowly letting her wrist go as my hand fell to the floor as lifeless as I felt.
Is my life as a guy over? Am I forever stuck like this?