it's been a while.

we sat in the backseat of his dirty car, in the dark, in a driveway that was way longer than it should have been. drinking jager out of the bottle, we laughed and passed it back and forth, hiding it whenever anyone walked by.

so far, the party had been fun. i'd been drinking all of his beer from beer pong. i wasn't playing, but he'd just pour it into my cup. and i'd drink it. simple enough.

the first time i saw him that night, i laughed. i thought he was cute in high school, but to party with him was a different story. not far long after, he slapped my ass. i laughed and didn't know how to feel.

we talked about everything, from his recent breakup with his girlfriend (which i just found out was a lie.) to school to what we're doing with our lives. and i believe a drunken talk about politics ensued later.

whenever someone was leaving or just walking to their car, they stopped by to talk to us. we hid the jager because we didn't want to share. even though we knew we wouldn't finish the whole bottle.

it all felt so juvenile. we ended up making out in the dark in a car 'til one something. the feeling was universal with him. the first night he asked me over, he snuck me in. i parked a few houses down. it felt like i was sixteen again.

and he has a girlfriend, and for some reason i'm upset about this. but i cannot decipher why. because from everything that's happened, even through high school, i knew he was a lying douchebag.