Cal told me it was going to be a wild party. Her older brother was going to get us in. I just had to tell my mum and dad that we would be at hers, and she would tell her mum that she would be with me. It would be fine. My dad gave me his usual 'is that a skirt or a belt' joke, and then shot me a look as I went out of the door. He asked if I'd got my phone, and said that if I ever felt uncomfortable anywhere, to call him. He'd be there. No questions. The party was wild. I danced with John, Cal's brother. He's gorgeous. He gave me a drink, and then suddenly I was alone with him in a bedroom under a pile of coats. I felt so fuzzy. And a bit sick. And he didn't seem gorgeous any more. I grabbed my phone and ran, and John shouted after me that I was a bitch and a cock tease. My dad picked me up from the corner and I asked him how he knew. He grinned and asked me if I thought he was born 45.
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