coffee table. The music from the living room is still loud enough to hear, but the mellow R&B playing from a stereo in the corner drowns most of it out. The people sitting seem like they are closer to our ages. The girls look at us and smile and the guys say, âWhatâs up?â and I hope we stay in here for the rest of the night.
A beautiful girl with big green eyes scoots over on the bed and I sit down. Wes and Alex sit on the floor and everyone introduces themselves. I am not so scared in this room with the party muted, but I still feel white.
âDid you get it?â Wes says to Alex.
âOf course I did,â Alex says.
âThatâs my girl,â Wes says as she dumps out a pile of white powder on the glass table. The boy named Jarvis takes out his school ID card and starts chopping it up. Wes and another guy do the same, and the rest of us sit and watch and listen to the
tap, tap, tap
of white powder becoming finer. Wes makes lines for all of us and they seem enormous, bigger than the ones Iâve seen in movies. I wonder if he knows what heâs doing, if heâs just guessing how much is the right amount, if anyone knows whatâs the right amount, if weâre all going to overdose and die.
Jarvis rolls up a dollar bill, snorts a line, and doesnât die. He runs his finger across the glass and rubs his teeth. He closes his eyes and says, âCome on, baby.â He passes the dollar bill and everyone takes their turn. By the time it gets to me, I imagine the bill covered with snot, but I do like everyone else didâput my finger on one nostril, put the dollar bill in the other, lean over, and breathe in as hard as I can.
It feels like little thin needles in my nose for two seconds, then nothing. Then a terrible taste in my throat like liquid chemicals dripping. I pull a cigarette out of Alexâs purse, light it, take a drag, and wait for something to happen.
One of the guys says, âUh-huh.â
Another guy whoops like heâs rooting for a sports team.
One of the girls has her eyes closed and is moaning softly like sheâs just eaten something delicious.
I hear Alex whisper into Wesâs ear, âCocaine makes me horny,â and thatâs when it hits me, when the lights suddenly seem brighter and the bed is softer and everyoneâs more beautiful, and my body is lighter and stronger and sexier and more awake, and the hangoverâs gone and the music is beautiful and everything is perfect.
Wes and Alex are making out on the floor. Jarvis and another guy are talking about how one of their teachers at school is a child molester. The green-eyed girl is explaining to another how she made the blouse sheâs wearing.
âItâs beautiful,â I tell her.
âThank you,â she says, surprised at my voice, like she didnât even know I was there.
âHowâd you get all those sequins on there?â I ask. It is a masterpiece. It is something that belongs in a museum.
âOh, I had to hand-sew all that,â she says. âIt took forever.â
âYouâre really talented,â I say, and I love her.
âThanks,â she says, and she starts talking to the other girl again.
There is a buzzing inside me as I look around the room.I am surrounded by beautiful people and white light, sparkling, the texture of cellophane. It cuts through the mattress, the floor, the table, Alex, Wes, and all these people I donât know. But it is soft. It is like dewdrops, like a ball of liquid mirrors, reflecting all the light on me. I am shining, squeaky clean, sparkling.
I gulp down my cheap, warm beer and it is the most wonderful thing I have ever tasted. I take a drag from my cigarette and feel the smoke lift me. I stand up, float out of the room, and enter the noise outside. The bass from the music changes my heartbeat. It grabs me and squeezes my throat, my chest, my heart, pulsing, like all my life is centered
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