Chapter 4 DILEMMA OF A TEENAGE GIRL

DILEMMA OF A TEENAGE GIRL

By: Author Erudite 🖋️📚.

CHAPTER FOUR.

Marvel wasn't sure of the answer to give to Jake proposal. She's being hurt in the past by Olav; her ex Norwegian boyfriend who broke her hymen. She's vowed never to love again, or probably toy with guys feelings just has Olav had done to her in the past. She won't want to fall victim of heartbreak anymore; never again!

But Jake meant every word he released from his vocal cords. He isn't interested in Marvel's body alone; he truly loves her. But the past couldn't be forgotten so easily.

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Marvel and her mom had just relocated to Texas. Olav's a year ahead of her in school. No doubt, he's a tall good looking guy. A Norwegian, unlike the American guys in her school and this gives him an edge over other guys in school when it comes to ladies; they're all over him and he takes great advantage of this.

Chelsea, Marvel's friend suggest they go to a party and have fun later in the evening. The days lesson at school has been a quite hectic one.

"I don't think it's necessary" she objects but Chelsea cajoles her.

"Common Greene, it's just a party. Stop being an introvert. Cheer up so we'll have fun".

After much persuasion, Marvel deem it fit to attend alongside with Chelsea.

Chelsea pulls up outside the party and Marvel's heartbeat thunders in her chest. She stares through the window, seeming not to hop out of the vehicle yet. They're parked, like every other cars. There were people everywhere either dance or making out. The music coming from the party hall is so loud and it seems to shake the ground. The party is huge. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? Marvel thought. Her palms are slick with sweat and she takes a deep breath to calm herself.

"Common Marvel, you can do this. It's just a loud party." Chelsea reminds her, squeezing her hand gently.

"You're sure about that?" Marvel asks breathlessly. A large part of her is dying to go home but she resist herself to cower out of this. To defeat her anxieties, she have to confront them. But she's scared.

"I'm positive." Chelsea reassures, squeezing Marvel's hand. Marvel turn to look out of the window again at the scene. They're in the most expensive part of Texas towards the cliffs. The houses here are all worth a lots of money, and this one is no exception. It almost seems a crime to litter it with teenagers. Marvel Greene could tell this place looks magnificent in the daytime.

"Okay, I am ready." She succumbs.

Marvel forces herself out of the car and they walk up the long driveway towards the party. Marvel watch Chelsea teeter slightly in her heels, thanking heaven that she's stuck with her trusty ankle boots and dungaree dress. The music seems to grow louder with every step she takes, alongside the thrumming of her heart in her ears. They both receive only a few disinterested glances as they make their way up to the door- people are too absorbed with their own business to notice that anyone else has arrived.

"Marvel Greene!" A familiar voice calls from behind her. Standing at the top of the steps leading to the entrance, she spins on her heel to see Olav making his way towards them. He wears a black jeans and a low side cut tank top. His hair is messy, and he's got a can of beer in one hand. His other hand is behind him, hidden from Marvel's view.

Marvel recognizes Olav. He's a cute guy and the talk of most ladies at school.

"Hey," he says looking her over. Marvel didn't believe Olav would know her name talk more of her Surname. "You look great." He compliments.

"Thank you." Marvel manages to say. "You do not look bad either."

"Where are your friends?" Chelsea asks. "Or you came here all alone?".

"Not at all. They are inside." Olav says, although he makes no move for the girls to join them.

"Do you care for a drink?" He brings the Can of drink forward, pushing it into Marvel's hand as she wrinkles her nose. She's never been a big fan of alcohol - but is just foul. She doesn't understand why anyone would want to drink beer. Seeing her expression, Olav sticks his tongue out immaturely. "Loosen up a little. It'll help you have fun, I can assure you."

"This is peer pressure," Marvel mutters under her breath but nevertheless she brings the can to her lips. She takes a long dry gulp of the disgusting liquid, squinting her eyes shut at the taste. As expected, it's vile but she swigs down some more of the can anyway and push it back into a surprised Olav's hands. Marvel can't believe she's doing this, but if there's anyway she can calm her nerves about tonight, it'll be through a little bit of alcohol.

"That was vile." Marvel asserted.

"It's gross," Olav says grinning. "But we drink it anyway." He glances at Chelsea and offers her the can, but she shakes her head; declining.

"I'm the designated driver tonight. If I should drink, it'll be a problem."

Olav looks at Marvel. "So you're the designated drunk tonight? This is kinda interesting." He chuckles.

"If you find me chugging back Vodka like no tomorrow at any point during this party, please stop me " Marvel pleads.

"No way! Drunk Marvel could be fun. More fun than sober Marvel at least." Olav offers Marvel the beer again and she throws some more back without question. The only alcohol she really likes is the taste of Strawberry Cider. Beer, wine, vodka or anything else just puts a bad taste in her mouth. The beer she's chugging down is helping her relax a bit, though.

"Shall I just be going you two?" Chelsea interjects bluntly.

Olav laughs out loud, Chelsea was feeling like a third party. She isn't finding it funny.

Chelsea rolls her eyes. "l am going inside to see who's there. Marvel, meet me in five minutes time okay?" She says to Marvel and walks away. Marvel's feeling a little bit uncomfortable. She don't want Chelsea to leave her with Olav and she especially don't want to be alone in this party. She turns to Olav. "You can go back to your friends now."

"I would but I have to speak to someone about something first." Olav pouts slightly. "You should go after Chelsea."

He places the can of beer on the wall at the side of the steps and brings his other hand forward into Marvel's view. She stiffen as she registers what he's holding. It's a Cigarette!

When he lights it, she realize what it is. A joint which he brings to his lips, puffing out a sweet and seductive smoke that burns her nostrils. Olav smokes!

"Is that a spliff, Olav?" She questions.

He stares blankly back at her. "So, what if it is?" Olav asks frowning. There's no playful ring in his voice anymore. But judging by the defensive edge to his eyes, she's treading on dangerous ground. Marvel gets nervous around people taking drugs, but she barely know him; he's just a student in her school so she hardly have the right to tell him to stop. She analyse him for a few seconds before shaking her head.

"Nothing."

A flicker of surprise flies across his face. Marvel thinks he was expecting her to blow through the roof in righteous anger, but in all honesty she knows that she haven't got a say. It's his decision. He's Seventeen years old; quite old enough to make favourable decision for himself. He stares at Marvel for a few seconds, and Marvel looks back unblinkingly. She can't help but wonder what he's thinking about. After a while, he cracks an empty smile.

"Good."

That's the only thing he said to Marvel and she barely had a chance to register it before he walks away, into the party. He drops the hardly smoke joint on the floor before he leaves. Something about that small action makes her smile stupidly.

Some crowds emerges and cheers around Marvel. She watches aghast as the person standing on the table gulps heavily from the bottle, spurred on by everyone's rowdy support. As he turns to face the crowd, she sees his face, and laughs when she recognizes the person as Scott. He's Olav's closest friend and seems he'll be having a killer hangover tomorrow morning. Next to him, a boy called Adam is Sheepishly mopping up a cider he spilled on the luxurious carpet. Judging by the amount of people in the room, Marvel have no doubt that this gorgeous house will be trashed in the morning.

Marvel thinks she's drank a fair amount tonight. The buzz seems to dissolve her stress the more she consumes. She's glad she came, but she think that feeling is only because of the alcohol.

Chelsea shows up, Marvel thinks it's high time they move. She moves before her blurring a little around the edges.

"Marvel, we're going home now okay?"

Marvel feels Olav slide her arm round her back, and she's lifted from the chair into a standing position.

"Dear Lord, you're drunk Marvel." Olav mutters beside her as he helps Marvel walk to the door.

"You're staggering" Chelsea said, helping Marvel into the car. They finally got to the car and Chelsea had a bit difficulty sitting Marvel in the car. She turns round to assume the driver position, starts the ignition and zoom off.

Olav stares as they drive away off his sight. He hits his fist on his palm .

"Damn! The girl's so pretty and hot. I'll have her by all means." He turns round and hits his head against a wall. "Goddamn!" He curses under his breath.