7 p.m.

Cory

That night at 7 I pulled up in front of Santanas, which was right next door to Chris's. I parked, gout out of the dark car and went up to her white front door where I rang the small round white doorbell. She came to the door and opened it, looking hot in a black dress with thin shoulder straps.

Her hair was up in a black clip, making her look hotter.

"Wow you look um."

I was slightly uncomfortable because she looked hot.

She smiled; "yeah I know thank you. Come in come in."

She took me by the hand and led me inside.

"My parents are out of town and my sisters are at work, so we have the whole place to ourselves for a few hours."

"Wow um ok."

I was an awkward person to begin with and her coming on to me made me all the more awkward.

"Have a seat," she told me, leading me into the dimly lit living room and sitting me on the now dark couch.

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No I'm-"

"I won't be but a minute," she told me, wandering off.

I sat there in the dark wondering how this was all going to work.

She came back in the room with 2 large round glasses of red wine.

"Here," she said, sitting down very close to me.

She placed the glass in my waiting hand and set hers on the black coffee table then sat on me and began pulling my green sweater off.

"Santana I really don't drink and I'm not-"

"Drink it. Take a sip. It tastes like fruit. Shut up and kiss me," she told me, firmly pressing her lips against mine.

"You know, it's really hard for me to take a drink when you-" I said when she was done.

"Mmm you have really soft hair what kindof shampoo do you use?" she interrupted, running her fingers through my curly brown hair.

"Dove."

"Mmm Dove."

She took the wine glass from my hand and brought it up to my lips.