Shy. I hated that word. All throughout my life I’d been “shy” in high school I was teased for it, my brothers often tried to embarrass me in public. It was like a game. Who could be the most crass to make my pale cheeks turn the brightest shade of pink. Well now I was at university I wouldn’t be the shy one. I’d shed the cocoon of shyness and evolve into the beauty of confidence.
That’s what I’d thought anyway and yet here I was, in the corner of my first party. Like a lamb lost in the headlights I stared out at the people, dancing, drinking and some doing much worse. I was idly thumbing through my phone, it was only half past 10 and yet I wanted to leave, to slink away and be in the private comfort of my own dorm room. It took every fibre of my being to not go.
I pushed from my spot in the wall and approached a table filled with drinks. All filled with different coloured alcohol. I took a punt, grabbing an amber looking drink and sipped it down. The dark gold liquid flowed down my throat, burning my insides as it went.
My inexperienced lightweight form was floored by the mystery drink. Only 10 minutes after I’d finished I felt loose, warm, more confident. I was dancing alone by myself, hands in my own hair I undid my bobble, letting my golden locks fall free.
That’s when I heard the voice and everything started to go wrong. The deep booming voice called my name. I turned and the laughter hit me like a ton of bricks. It was Scott, my eldest brothers best friend. Someone who for the longest time had annoyed me, I’d convinced myself that I’d hated him even. “ how’s it going shy?” He said as he approached me.
It must have been the alcohol that made me do it. I reached my hand up and jabbed my pink painted fingers into his chest. “ I am not shy!” I shouted into his face. His own hand came up and softly held my wrist. He lowered it from his chest and all I could do was watch as he leant in to me. “ oh really?” He said before bringing his mouth to my ear. “ you think now you’re in college your some big tough girl huh?” He made me feel like a child and I felt tears form in my eyes. A few people were watching and I could feel my reputation falling right now.
I had to stop him so I leant in and whispered “ please… please stop I’ll do anything” little did I know just what I’d have to do as he dragged me away up the stairs.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u1y23l/fm_im_not_shy_part_1