Sense Part Two (installment #7)

Sense: Part II I write. Most often it goes unread, only a lucky few get to skim. This is a piece I've been working on for some time now--not sure if it will be a short story or much longer. It's a work in progress. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome. Working title- Sense Installment # 7 (continued from October 16th )

That weekend we are at his house for a party. Peter’s house. It’s my first time there, but I had seen it in my dreams many times before. He gives me a tour, kitchen, living room, dining room first. Then we go upstairs. His room is decorated with posters: Harley Davidsons, Bon Jovi, Michael Jordan, Cindy Crawford. His bed is only a single, but it looks bigger to me. I imagine us lying next to each other kissing; others in the room banish my day dream. Alex, Louca, Erica, Litsa, Ellena, Christy. Christy likes to wear button down shirts. The material stretches around the buttons and you can almost always bank on a peripheral boob shot. When she writes notes you can always bet that there will be a dozen or so spelling mistakes. She claims it’s dyslexia, I think she’s just dumb. I am not very compassionate in that sense. She eats skittles and snickers bars for lunch and complains in gym class when the teacher has us jog around the basketball court. Her best friend is Litsa, a reserved, quiet introvert, not ready for boyfriends, still laughing when the word sex is mentioned. Christy, she likes Peter, but since she lacks confidence she is trying to set Litsa up with him. Litsa is as close as Christy will ever come to Peter. Litsa has always been pretty, thick brown hair, wavy, but never frizzy. The best shoes out of everyone in class- Air Maxes, Doc Martins; they made up for her flat chest. Christy puts her arm around Peter’s shoulder and pulls him down towards her; towards her stout stubby face. She reminds me of a doll my aunt kept behind a glass cupboard, porcelain face, shiny pink cheeks, demented pale green glow radiating from her eyes. She needs to talk to him she says, so she drags him out of the room. Litsa rolls her eyes. She knows what it’s about. She’s never been kissed. Christy said Peter is going to be Litsa’s first kiss. Christy hasn’t been kissed either. However, she did see her sister having sex once. She told us all about it the day after it happened. She explained the sounds, the moans, the creaks and the slipper that hit her in the head when her sister saw her. Her sister’s boyfriend is in jail now. He killed some Armenian guy who hit on his girlfriend; stabbed him in the neck.