Chris
couldn’t figure out what to give Jessica for her Sweet Sixteen. Being her
boyfriend of seven months, he knew it had to be special. His friends were of no
use. They all suggested the obvious: jewelry. Chris shat on jewelry. He was above
it. He was a man, seventeen years of age, and Jessica was a special girl. The
gift had to ooze a clever thoughtfulness. Buying Jessica jewelry would’ve been
the same as buying diapers for a baby. Nope, he would not succumb to the
popular choice.
He asked a wide range of people for suggestions. His mother suggested a shopping
spree. Too expensive. His father suggested a spa day. Too obvious. His
grandfather suggested a rifle. Too risky. Jessica’s friends, of course, also
suggested jewelry. His hope chipped away with each new suggestion. The spring days
passed and became riddled with procrastination.
Festivities
for Jessica’s Sweet Sixteen promised to be stellar, or so she announced. She
and her mother had been planning the party for almost two years. It
meant the world to them and Chris knew it, mostly because they told him so.
Jessica’s parents, Mr. and Mrs.
Lotion, rented out the Masonic Temple in the middle of Garden Park seven months in advance. They allowed
the birthday girl to invite her entire sophomore grade, and then some. Phil DeFlip, the hottest local DJ and friend of the family,
had also been booked seven months in advance. Italian catering would be provided by Nancy’s Pizza. A cake the size of a person was on pre-order
at Butterball’s Bakery. An elegant dress fit for a queen had been purchased,
hemmed and hung in Jessica’s walk-in closet.
Jessica and her mother were also
planning an elaborate candle lighting ceremony for the party’s halfway point.
Jessica wanted to recognize the sixteen most important people in her life by
having them each light one candle on her cake. Candle number seven of sixteen
was being reserved for Chris, an honor that amplified his gift-giving
anxieties.
The sole struggle in the party’s
planning stage occurred one Friday night in April. Mr. and Mrs. Lotion
disagreed over the possible exclusion of alcoholic beverages at the party.
Chris witnessed the debate while eating ice cream in the kitchen with Jessica and
her sister Melanie.
“This isn’t The Super Bowl,
Donald. You and your brothers don’t need to get drunk.”
“If I were to make an analogy
here... this is Jessica’s ultimate birthday celebration, so it will be like her Super
Bowl of birthdays. We’re not doing this ever again! Well…
except for when Melanie turns sixteen, but that’s three years from now! Not to
mention, I’m shelling out enough dough as it is. I’ll need a scotch. Set up a
bar. Or we can make it B.Y.O.B. Do you want my brothers in charge of that?”
“Mom, I don’t
want them bringing moonshine to my party.”
“Fine. But you better warn all of your friends. Zero tolerance."
Mrs. Lotion emphasized her point
by slapping her palm on the counter.
“God Mom! I know!”
“And Chris, I want you to set a good
example. You’re a gentleman and a scholar.”
“Thanks Mrs. Lotion. I’ll do my best to keep those bratty little high school kids in check.”
Mr. Lotion made faces behind his
wife’s back. Chris suppressed laughter. Mr. Lotion was almost like one of
Chris’s buddies. They watched football together on Sundays. They traded
barbecuing tips. But, most importantly, Mr. Lotion had grown up in Garden Park
during the 1970s. He had to have some idea that there would be underage drinking at the
party, just not from the adult stash. The topic of conversation shifted
to the guest list.
Chris and his friends were masters of drinking on the sly. In many different locations – basements,
garages, parks, the town square, the sump, beaches, on trains, in the city, in houses where parents were on vacation, school dances, a number of previous Sweet
Sixteens, etc. They were flawless in execution. Binge drinking had been their
number one choice of weekend activity for a little over two years. Jessica’s
birthday would not be any different.
A week before the party, Chris
prodded Jessica for gift hints over the phone. She quickly changed the subject.
“I’ve been reading online about
my birthday vibrations,” Jessica said.
“What the hell is that?”
“It’s numerology. All the numbers
added up. Like, the day I was born, the year, the day the party will be held,
the number of guests who have RSVP’d…”
“You
believe in that crap?”
“I
do.”
“Well,
are they good vibrations at least?”
Chris
sang the Beach Boys song in a jokey falsetto.
“Yup!
Just like the song! It all adds up and it’s going to be a great party!”
“Nice. Can’t
wait.”
The subject of their conversation began to meander. They talked for another twenty minutes until Jessica had
to get off the phone – her mom wanted to take her shopping for special birthday
candles.
Chris hung up and plopped down in
bed. He thought about Jessica. She was
a very kind person. She placed family and friends above material possessions. Her Sweet Sixteen, which on the surface seemed selfish, truly wasn't. Jessica really just wanted everyone to get together and have fun.
Gifts would be a byproduct. Chris’s thoughts shifted to three
months earlier, the day he and Jessica had lost their virginity to one another.
Their original vow was to wait until after her birthday, but neither one of them
could resist. Marathon bouts of oral sex had fueled their impatience. They
gave in to temptation over the winter while watching a boring horror movie.
After an awkward first few
sessions of intercourse, Jessica morphed into a sex fiend. At any given moment,
behind closed doors, or even with people in the next room, Jessica mauled
Chris. She constantly grabbed his penis at inappropriate times, completely enjoying the
risk factor. Chris was happy to oblige, growing numerous erections in the
process. Whenever either of their houses happened to be empty, they would
utilize the privacy and spend every last minute in bed together. Any time their
parents were asleep or watching TV, they snuck down into basements to
fornicate. The only days they skipped sex were the days when Jessica had her
period. She made up for this by giving Chris head, or by experimenting with lubricated
tit jobs. Even for a girl with the last name Lotion, she went above and beyond
with the cream.
Chris became spoiled. He didn’t
realize the wonderment of his situation and began to grow bored. Being a fan of
porno movies, his new obsession became pushing for what he thought to be the
next logical step in their sexual experimentation: anal sex. Jessica was dead
set against it. She feared the pain and already felt fully satisfied with their
current situation. Chris pled his case for anal sex whenever possible,
annoyingly so. Jessica overruled his pleas, and she did her best to occupy his
thoughts with the rest of her body. She succeeded... mostly.
Chris opened his eyes. He had drifted into a light sleep. Two words bounced around and echoed through his mind… birthday
vibrations…
The day of the party arrived.
With thoughts of lust and desperation in his head, Chris made a very poor
decision. He bought two vibrating sex toys and had them gift-wrapped in a blue
box, topped with a pretty pink ribbon. On the car ride home, his best friend
Tim argued against giving Jessica vibrating birthday gifts for her
Sweet Sixteen.
“You’re crazy man! What if she
opens the box at the party?”
“She’s not going to open presents
until tomorrow afternoon. I’ve seen her mother’s itinerary.”
“Her mom is hot. I’d like
to see those titties bounce,” Jack said from the back
seat.
Chris gave a nod in agreement.
Jessica’s mother was rather attractive.
“I
think you’re making a big mistake,” Tim said.
“Don’t
worry. It’ll be fine. Besides, I know Jessica. The risk factor will turn her
on. Now I’ll be getting butt sex for sure.”
The three friends had started the day in the
Roosevelt Field shopping mall. Chris led Tim and Jack all over the mall,
stopping in almost every store to peruse the merchandise. After three hours, Chris
gave up. He decided jewelry would have to do. Being Tim and Jack were major
potheads, they wanted to go to the Shangri-La Smoke Shop in nearby Uniondale.
They had their fill of shopping for a girl they weren’t even dating. Chris
reluctantly agreed and let his friends have their way.
The
Shangri-La Smoke Shop offered up two huge floors of stoner merchandise. Bongs,
pipes, papers, incense, posters and sculptures on the first floor. The second
floor housed clothes, footwear, and jewelry. But, in a tiny back room hidden
behind a red curtain, a large collection of sex toys and pornographic material
were on display.
Chris
found the room by accident while looking through the upstairs jewelry
selection. He gasped in shock upon entering. Thick glass cases protected every imaginable size and shape of vibrating penis. Porno movies lined the walls, all
sorted by category. A five-foot tall magazine rack was filled to the brim with
spank-books from all over the world. Nary a fetish went unrepresented.
“Can I help you?” asked a
creepy-looking clerk in his late thirties. He was reading a newspaper with his
legs propped up on a glass dildo display.
“Just
looking,” Chris said.
“If
you need anything, let me know. I’m here to help.”
The clerk returned to his
newspaper.
Chris
looked at the porno movies and magazines for a long while, but the dildo
display possessed his mind. Jessica would go crazy for those things! And I’d love
to use them on her! He finally approached the counter in awe
and studied the sex toys. The clerk folded his newspaper and sat up, ready to
assist.
“Will
this be a gift or for personal use?”
“This
will be a gift for my girlfriend. It’s her birthday.”
“Ah. So this sex toy has to be special.”
The
clerk presented a tiny bullet-shaped vibrator.
“This
little guy is called The Magic Bullet. It’s one of our best sellers. Ladies
love this thing. It’s used to stimulate the clitoris and the outer walls of the
vagina.”
The
clerk pressed a button and The Magic Bullet began to emit a high-pitched
buzzing sound.
“Only
thirty bucks.”
“I’ll
take it, but I also want something bigger.”
After
much debate, Chris settled on a nine-inch vibrator named The Ballistic Boner.
“Why
are most of these named in military terms?”
“Because
chicks become shell-shocked after using them. Be careful. Some women have been
known to give up men for these machines.”
“Not
my girlfriend.”
“Sure.
That’s what you all say.”
Jack
and Tim entered the room and saw Chris standing in front of the dildo display. Jack went straight to the porno movies, zeroing in on the lesbian DVD
selections. Tim approached Chris in a huff.
“We’ve
been looking all over for you. What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m
buying Jessica’s birthday presents.”
Tim
stared wide-eyed in shock at the two vibrators on the counter.
“Those?”
“Yup.”
Jack approached the counter with
two girl-on-girl porno movies in hand. He laughed, seeing Chris’s vibrator
choices.
“Beautiful. Now Jessica’s parents
will really know how much you love their daughter.”
He placed his
videos on the counter and offered twenty-dollars to the clerk.
The clerk rang up Jack’s
purchases, bagged them, returned change, then returned his attention to Chris.
“Would
you like these gift-wrapped?”
“Absolutely!”
The clerk wrapped the two
vibrators in white tissue paper and placed them inside a light blue box. He
added a pretty pink ribbon for a final touch.
“Cash
or credit?”
Chris paid for the vibrators with
a debit card. He was beside himself with excitement. He thanked the clerk for
his help.
On the way out of Shangri-La, Tim
began to argue against the vibrators.
“Don’t you think Mr. and Mrs.
Lotion will want to see what their daughter’s boyfriend got for her
birthday?”
“I’ll warn Jess not to open my
present in front of them.”
“I don’t just mean tonight or
tomorrow. How about next week. Or in general. Or eventually?”
“Shit. Yeah.
Maybe.”
Chris stopped in his tracks and
became visibly worried.
“Give them to her for Christmas
instead,” Jack said.
“That’s too far away. I want to
use them as soon as possible.”
Tim chewed on his cheek, thinking.
After an internal debate, he made a suggestion.
“Well, how about buying her a
cheap pair of earrings, just for show? Meanwhile, you and Jessica will both
know what the real gifts were without raising suspicion.”
Chris punched Tim on the shoulder.
“That’s why I love you, Timmy
boy! You’re always two steps ahead of the game!”
They returned to the Shangri-La
jewelry section. Chris purchased a pair of gaudy earrings. He had them
gift-wrapped as well, but without a pink bow on top. The bow was reserved for
his special vibrating presents.
Back at home Chris placed a quick
call to Jessica.
“Happy birthday baby. Are you
getting ready for tonight?”
“We
just got back from our hair appointment. Love the way it looks.”
“I
can’t wait to mess it up later on.”
“You
horn dog.”
Chris
rubbed his semi-erect penis. He felt a sudden urge to spill the beans about the
vibrating gifts.
“I
have to go,” Jessica said. “My mother wants me to take, like, a hundred
pictures with my grandparents.”
“Okay.
Go ahead. Happy birthday again. See you at seven thirty.”
“Byeeeee.”
Chris hung up and went to jerk
off in the bathroom. He returned to his room, turned on the television
and watched cartoons for two hours.
That
night while getting ready for the party Chris asked his mother to iron his
shirt and tie.
“Leave
whatever you need by the staircase," she said. "I’ll iron them while you’re in the shower. Did you find something nice for Jessica?”
“Jewelry.”
“A
bracelet?”
“Some
earrings.”
“Earrings?
Can I see them?”
Chris
heard his mom approaching outside in the hall.
“I’m
naked! Don’t come in!”
“Fine.
I’ll see them later.”
“They’re
already wrapped.”
Chris’s
mother made her way downstairs. Chris exited his bedroom in a hurry with
Jessica’s presents. He threw his shirt and tie over the banister and entered
the bathroom. He locked the door and took a long, hot shower. The presents
were safe on the hamper, collecting condensation.
At the last minute before six
Chris put on his shirt and tie. They were ironed and waiting for him on his
bedroom door. He rushed downstairs, quickly kissed his mother goodbye and ran
out the back door.
Tim and Jack, with their friends Pete and Allen, were already drinking in Tim’s basement when Chris
arrived. They were all clad in button-down shirts and slacks. Tim’s
parents were out to dinner, so music was at the maximum volume and lewd
conversations were in full swing.
“What
the hell took you so long? You couldn’t find your cock to wash it?” Tim asked.
He was looser than usual because of the alcohol. He poured a shot of Southern Comfort and handed it to Chris. Chris
placed his gifts on an end table and slammed back the liquor. He winced and
gestured for another.
“Are
these the artificial cocks?” Pete asked.
Chris
slammed back another shot and nodded affirmative. Pete picked up the box and
shook it violently.
“Careful.
You might turn them on if you shake too hard,” Allen said.
“You
might turn me on too,” Jack said.
Tim
poured everyone another shot. Pete raised his glass for a toast.
“To
Chris, the guy with the biggest balls we know!”
They
all slammed back their shots and gestured for another.
An
hour went by. The five friends finished a jug of Southern Comfort. Allen opened
up a fresh bottle of vodka. They were going overboard. Everyone was shit-faced. Pete and Tim slurred their speech
in the laundry room, making each other laugh while pissing in a slop sink. Jake
ate cookies ten at a time, stuffing his mouth to the brim. Allen kept re-rolling
joints, unsatisfied with the outcome. Chris was the worst of all though, he was
still drinking double-time. Having missed a half hour of pre-game, he
desperately wanted to catch up. By the time he truly caught up he was too
buzzed to realize. Then, when his drunkenness had surpassed everyone else’s,
his friend’s were too drunk to notice.
Their main goal became figuring
out a way to bring alcohol into the party. In the end, Pete agreed to carry the
bottle of vodka in his waistband and stash it in bushes outside the Masonic
Temple. Tim agreed to carry a flask of whiskey in his sock, allowing everyone
full access to it throughout the night. Allen agreed to share joints.
Seven o’clock rolled around and
Tim called for departure. Chris remembered to pick up the box of vibrators form the end table, but forgot to take the earrings. Tim attempted to lecture everyone on the importance of acting sober in
front of Jessica’s family, but his slurred speech caused him to stop and giggle.
The five friends stumbled toward
the party. They were on Tulip Parkway, a main street in Garden Park, which offered
grocery shopping, restaurants, drug stores, bars, delis, and a railroad
station. It was obvious to the sober residents: these five high school kids
were inebriated in broad daylight.
Chris stumbled carelessly all
over the sidewalks, trying to avoid tripping on parking meters. Tim and Allen
snuck sips from Tim’s flask. Jack and Pete made oink-oink sounds at an older
woman who called their entire group “drunken pigs”. All in all, things were
shaping up to become a legendary night in their alcohol-fueled experiences.
The
front steps of the Masonic Temple were already filled with guests.
Chris and his friends approached, doing their best to act sober. Pete
broke off from the group to stash the vodka in the bushes. The rest of them mingled
with the crowd. Tim wandered over to say hello to his younger cousin Mary and
her friends. Allen met his girlfriend Lisa and led her to the parking
lot for a quick smoke. Chris and Jack entered the Masonic Temple, having simultaneous urges to pee.
The first people Chris and Jack
met in the lobby were Jessica’s younger sister Melanie and her best friend
Katie. Chris gave Melanie a big hug and a kiss, which lingered for an
uncomfortable moment too long. She finally pulled away.
“You
stink. What is that?”
“Smells really weird,” Katie
said.
Chris
stared through Melanie, cross-eyed. He wobbled, side to side, and let out a low
grunt of confusion.
“That’s
cologne, girls. You’ll learn to appreciate it once you get older,” Jack said.
“Chris, let’s go sign the guest book.”
Jack led Chris to the corner
where a large white guest book was set out on a table. Three sophomore girls were in the
process of signing the book, writing personal birthday messages to
Jessica.
“Chew
some gum. They smelt you,” Jack said.
Chris shook his head and began
clucking like a chicken, mocking the sophomores at the guest book. The girls quieted
down and acknowledged Chris with cold, hard stares. Chris held out the blue box
for them to see.
“You
want to know what I bought my girlfriend for her Sweet Sixteen?” he asked.
His words were slurred and sinister.
“Sure,”
one of the sophomores said.
Chris
reached for the pink bow. Jack snatched the
gift away from him and sprinted at top speed into the men’s bathroom. Chris made chase, yelling unintelligible threats. Tim witnessed the tail end of
this ruckus and followed the two idiots into the bathroom.
Jack
hid in a stall. Chris was banging on the locked door.
“Give
me back my dildos you cocksucker!”
Tim
entered the men’s room holding out his arms in a gesture of disbelief.
“What the hell are you two doing?
You’re running around like a bunch of animals!”
“He
stole my present… the motherfucker.”
“He
was going to open it in front of people!” Jack said from inside the stall.
“He’s losing his goddamn mind!”
Tim
grabbed Chris’s shoulders and looked him square in the eyes.
“You’re wasted man! You have to
calm down! Come on. Drink some water.”
Tim led Chris to the sinks. Chris
followed like an obedient child. He bent down at a sink and cupped water to his
mouth from the faucet. He slurped.
Jack took a peek over the stall wall.
Chris
turned off the faucet. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
“Are
you okay to go in?” Tim asked.
Chris
nodded. He looked at himself in the mirror and went back for a second round of
sink water.
“Are
you?” Tim asked Jack.
“Hey,
I’m fine. I’m just ready to eat some pizza.”
“Let’s be classy. We
don’t want to embarrass Jessica. I’ll hold this."
Tim took the present away from Jack. The three friends, now semi-composed, exited the bathroom and entered the inner lair or Jessica's Sweet Sixteen. The party hall was packed. Festivities were in full swing. Heavy techno
music pumped through the speakers. DJ Phil DeFlip and his Guido entourage were
in the process of warming up the partygoers with a wild dance routine. Phil’s
dancers pulled out all their tricks in an empty circle on the dance floor. They
stunned the crowd with nifty urban dance moves. They executed back flips for
the routine’s finale. Phil landed two flips with ease then snatched up a
microphone from his DJ booth.
“All
right party people! Make some noise!”
The
crowd made some noise.
“I’m
DJ Phil DeFlip. Me and my crew are in full effect! It’s a very special night! I
want you all to put it into overdrive! Get ready to celebrate Jessica Lotion’s
Sweet Sixteen!”
The
partygoers roared. Chris and his friends wobbled.
“Where
is she?” Phil asked. “Jessica’s parents are good friends of my family, so we’re
gonna do this right.”
Jessica
stepped out from the crowd to join Phil on the dance floor.
“Hey
beautiful. Let me be the first to wish you a happy birthday. Are you ready to
dance?”
Jessica
took hold of Phil’s microphone.
“I’m
ready to party! Wooooo!”
The
crowd cheered in approval.
A
hip-hop song came bumping through the speakers. Jessica shook her booty to its
rhythm. Her friends laughed and applauded. Jessica leaned in and whispered to
Phil.
“Is
Chris in the house?” Phil asked.
Tim
and Jack turned to look for Chris. To their dismay, Chris was already making
his way to the dance floor. He approached Jessica. They embraced and kissed.
The crowd cheered as Chris began grinding his pelvis in circles to the hip-hop
rhythms. He pulled Jessica close. She joined in dancing. Her pelvis made
circles as well. What followed was a display too lewd for even a married couple
to attempt in public. All the high school kids were very impressed.
Meanwhile, at the bar, Mr. Lotion
and his two brothers were stewing. They had been in the process of getting
liquored up, laughing and enjoying themselves. Jessica and Chris’s wildly
sexual dance display killed their good times. Mrs. Lotion sensed danger. She
took her husband by the forearm.
“Don’t go crazy. They’re just
trying to impress their friends.”
“Fuck
their friends. I’m going to break his neck.”
Mr. Lotion shot down the
remainder of his scotch. His brothers chugged their beers. They all moved
forward to attack.
“Everybody
dance!” Phil shouted.
Partygoers rushed the dance
floor, blocking Mr. Lotion’s path.
“Please, relax. Everything is
going to be fine.” Mrs. Lotion said.
“I’m watching that punk. One more
lewd gesture and we’re going to have his balls.”
Mr. Lotion waved to the bartender
for a refill. His brothers did the same. For the next hour, the three of them
knocked back drinks and let the intoxicants slowly take over.
After an uneventful hour of dancing and pizza, Phil instructed the partygoers to take their
seats. It was time for Jessica's candle lighting ceremony. An employee from Butterball’s Bakery rolled out a humongous three-tier
cake. Jessica called up her candle-lighting participants one by one over the microphone –
her mother, her father, her sister, her grandmother, her best friend Tara, her
best friend Jackie, her boyfriend Chris…
“Chris? Where’s Chris?”
The partygoers looked around, but
Chris was not present in the party hall. At that moment he was puking into a
urinal in the men’s bathroom. Jessica’s birthday present was on the floor by his side. Three of
his friends were with him. Jack and Allen were leaning against the bathroom
door so no one could get in and Tim was trying to coach Chris through the
puke session. Chris gagged and unloaded. His vomit consisted of mostly liquor coupled with the occasional chunk of Nancy’s Pizza. He dry heaved and spat
“Did I eat Beefaroni?”
“That’s pizza, dick. Hurry up. Drink water. The candle-lighting ceremony already started.”
Someone tried to enter the
bathroom. Jack and Allen braced themselves and forced the door shut.
“What’s going on in there?” Mr.
Lotion asked from outside. “Open this door now!”
Chris continued to vomit. His
friends froze.
“Just a minute. I’m taking a
dump,” Jack said.
Tim smacked his own forehead in
reaction to Jack’s stupidity.
Furious knocking began to shake the
bathroom door.
“Open this goddamn door!”
“Shit. We’re fucked. Just let him
in.”
Jack and Allen stepped away from
the door. Mr. Lotion and his brothers entered. They were drunk, grinding their teeth and
scowling. They surveyed the scene and saw Chris on the floor in front of a
urinal filled with puke.
“Jesus Christ! This is totally
unacceptable. Getting hammered at my daughter’s birthday party and making a
mockery of yourselves? Where is the booze?”
Chris grabbed Jessica’s present
and struggled to rise to his feet.
“No… Mr. Lotion… My sister has
been sick. I caught the flu from her.”
“Then you should stop making out
with your sister,” Jack said.
Chris burst into laughter.
Everyone else was mortified.
“Are you some sort of motherfuckin' wise-ass?”
One of Mr. Lotion’s brothers stepped to Jack and grabbed him by the collar. A scuffle ensued. Mr. Lotion bumped into Chris. Chris dropped Jessica’s present on the ground. It began to vibrate.
One of Mr. Lotion’s brothers stepped to Jack and grabbed him by the collar. A scuffle ensued. Mr. Lotion bumped into Chris. Chris dropped Jessica’s present on the ground. It began to vibrate.
“Everyone calm down.”
A buzzing sound permeated the
silence. Mr. Lotion looked down at the vibrating present.
“What the hell is that?”
Before Chris or his friends had a
chance to react, Mr. Lotion bent down to pick up up the gift. He unwrapped it
and saw what was inside. Mr. Lotion grabbed Chris by the throat and landed a
rapid succession of brutal punches. Darkness followed.
Chris woke up in a hospital room
three hours later bruised and battered with a broken nose, fractured ribs, and
twenty-three stitches above his right eye. He learned from visiting family and
friends that the Masonic Temple turned to bedlam after he blacked out. The
police arrived and the three Lotion brothers were arrested for assaulting
minors. Jack received a black eye and lost a tooth in the melee. Tim and Pete
received minor cuts and bruises. Mr. Lotion and his brothers had mostly concentrated on beating
Chris to a pulp.
The next day, Chris tried to contact Jessica
through texts and phone calls. He apologized and begged for
her forgiveness. No answers. The night after that, while zonked out on
painkillers, Chris came to the calm realization that he would most likely never
speak to Jessica again. After all, it was what he deserved for landing her
father and uncles in jail and ruining her Sweet Sixteen. He settled into the
numbness of pain medication and watched cartoons.
Word quickly spread around Garden Park of the notorious vibrating birthday present. Chris became a legend in certain circles, especially
among the older club-going MDMA crowd. They regarded his sex toy exploits as a
ballsy masterstroke of comedy and decided he would be a fun person to to party
with. He was given free drugs and fell into bed with many of the most popular
senior girls. He began to neglect his core group of friends, opting instead to take the train into Manhattan on the weekends where he would roll on ecstasy and fuck his way through the club scene.
In the following months, when Chris and Jessica passed each other in the
hallways at school, they would pretend to be complete strangers. The painful memories of Jessica's Sweet Sixteen slowly faded into the background of their lives.
A year later Chris was a very
different person. Alcohol played a minor roll in his extracurricular
activities. He had developed a healthy appetite for cocaine while dating a
twenty-five-year-old club promoter named Marlene. That wonderful white powder
satisfied his every need. Jack was the only person he still talked to from his
old group of friends because Jack also loved cocaine and knew all the best dealers in town.
One Saturday night on his way
into the city, Chris noticed Jessica sitting in the same train car. She hadn't noticed Chris. She was too busy holding a bouquet of flowers and cuddling up to the good-looking guy in
the seat next to her. Chris looked to his phone and noticed the date. It was
Jessica’s seventeenth birthday. He decided to send her a text – “Happy
Birthday”.
Jessica’s phone vibrated in her
pocket, but she didn’t check it until much later. She was too busy enjoying her
new boyfriend and the romantic birthday outing he had planned for her. Since
she'd deleted Chris’s number a long time ago, and her inbox was flooded with happy birthday wishes from friends and family, his message fell into obscurity.
