Scott was my best friend; he and I used to have sleep overs when we were kids. We loved Batman and all things super hero related, but our interests changed as we grew. Scott’s sister, Mindy, was hot as f**k. I used to go over there just to catch a glimpse of her, but she was a rotten bitch. She hated Scott and by relation, me. She always treated us like shit, but she still gave me a boner.
They planned a party for my release from the Michaels’ Prison Facility. Scott’s parents were going to be out of town, and luckily for us, it coincided with my freedom. The party wasn’t really for me, but I liked that they waited until the end of my solitary confinement to throw the damn thing. I would have climbed the f**king walls knowing they were partying their asses off while I sat in my bedroom and played Pong.
I put on my best pair of Z. Cavariccis with a black silk shirt and misted myself with Drakkar. I checked my hair making sure every hair was perfect. My brown hair was short in the front and long in the back; mullets were hot – who the f**k ever picked that hairstyle should be f**king shot. My face, thankfully, was pimple-free unlike some of the kids at school. My eyes were always my best feature – they were jade green, but changed depending on my clothes. The black shirt I picked helped my eyes stand out against my tanned skin.
“Where you going, Kayden?” I heard my father say from the living room as my hand touched the door knob.
“The guys and I are going roller skating, it’s a late skate,” I replied, closing my eyes waiting for a response. I needed a reason why I was dressed up. Going to hang with the boys or play sports wouldn’t match my clothing. We always went to the rink, and I knew my father wouldn’t question me any further.
“Midnight, Kayden. Don’t be late or you’ll get another week.” I knew it was pointless to argue.
“Okay,” I said as I opened the door and closed it behind me. I felt like I broke free from a long term jail sentence. Two weeks in the scheme of life is nothing, but when you’ve only lived about six hundred weeks total – it’s an eternity.
I inhaled the warm sticky air, pulling it into my lungs, and felt the gentle breeze on my skin. The weather would be changing soon, and the Ohio winter would grip us causing everyone to go into hibernation.
The gang assembled on the street corner waiting for me. Scotty lived a couple of streets over, and we travelled on foot together through the fields and cut through the backyards. The light of the house came into view through the trees and the music was a whisper in the air as we drew closer. We moved quicker not wanting to waste another minute.
I reached the door first, and it moved slightly with each beat of the bass. The sound of “Walk This Way” blared as I opened the front door and stepped inside. There were people everywhere, filling the stairway and all the rooms. We squeezed through the crowd to find Scott.
He was in the kitchen filling up glasses from a keg and handing them out with a smile on his face. We wrestled together in middle school and spent the summer working out together to get ready for the upcoming season.
Scott spotted us across the room. “Come on over here guys, grab a drink,” he said.
We grabbed our red plastic cups and made our way into the living room. There were so many girls; I didn’t know where to look first. I bumped into Mindy when I wasn’t paying attention, spilling my drink on her top. She shrieked when the cold liquid soaked her top, outlining her br**sts.
“Damn, I’m so sorry, Mindy,” I said.
“Jackass,” she said as she walked away, she may have called me a jackass, but at least she acknowledged my existence.
The rest of the night I spent flirting with other girls and made out with one, but I pictured Mindy in my mind the entire time.
I didn’t drink too much; I couldn’t afford more time in the MPF. I left the party in time to return home by midnight and avoid any grilling or possibility of the smell of beer on my breath being discovered by my dad.
The house was dark when I walked inside; my parents were in their bedroom watching Johnny Carson and waiting to see if I made it home by midnight. I knocked on their door “I’m home, night.”
“Night, Kayden,” my mom said. She didn’t have to tell me, but I knew she was thankful that I wasn’t late. She didn’t want to hear my dad’s shit about my behavior lately. Crawling in bed, I grabbed my Walkman off the nightstand and pressed the play button. I lay in the darkness listening to “Livin’ on a Prayer” by Bon Jovi and thought about Mindy’s tits glistening through her wet t-shirt.
High school helped develop my love of women and alcohol. I wrestled and made the varsity team my sophomore year. I worked out like a man driven with a purpose—I wanted to be the leanest and most muscular guy on the mat. Being a member of the team made girls notice me more than they did previously. The singlet, the little tight uniform, I wore helped show off my manhood. I was a beast on the mat; my opponents knew I would take them down, but that never stopped them from trying. No one was faster or stronger in my weight class. I was the champ.
Sophomore and junior year, I found myself in trouble with the law more than once. We did dumb ass things that we thought were funny and harmless, but my parents didn’t see it that way. My first run in with the law came at the hands of my friends. A dare is something I could never ignore – no stupid teenage boy ever backs down no matter how stupid or risky.
We were walking back from a party across town when Freddie turns around, “I dare one of you to walk your drunken ass into the police station and ask them a random question.”