This is probably the only tie-up experience I hated.
This weekend, I was invited to an end of the summer bash. I didn't know the girl who was hosting it, but several of my friends were friends with her as well. Apparently, she knew me, and wanted me to come as well. I agreed, not knowing who it was. She had moved here (Minnesota) halfway during the school year from Florida, and we had had a few classes together. She's the kind of girl that wore Hollister and brands like that. I'm the kind of girl that wears ripped tight jeans and band t-shirts. I don't know if I really even like her. My friends are sort of preppy, but not as preppy as this girl (I will call her Jessica).
Anyway, back to the story.
I came to the party after work, and found that everyone was already there. I was wearing a dark green shirt, and black and green checkered pants. As I knocked on the door of the house, Jessica answered it. She had a look of disgust on her face as her eyes studied my lip piercing, my gages, my blistered fingers (I play bass in a band). She sighed, and walked away, leaving the door open.
"Okay..." I muttered under my breath and followed her.
"Why do you do that to yourself?" She asked me with judgment oozing out of her words.
"Do what?" I asked. I just worked a busy seven hour shift. I was not gonna take her shit.
"Ugh," she said, catching the tone in my voice. "Never mind."
I went out near by the bonfire and sat down near my friends. They were talking about the VMA's, so I quickly tuned out.
"So why do you do that to yourself?" She asked me again.
I wasn't really listening, so she asked me a second time.
"What are you talking about?"
"Why do you put all that stuff in your face?"
"Why don't you?"
"Because it looks funny," she laughed. "Plus, don't gages smell funny?"
"My ears," I whispered. "smell amazing."
"Okay," she said. "Whatever."
I pulled my iPod out, and turned it on. This girl clearly had a problem with me, so I felt like fanning the flames. I started listening to Hey John What's Your Name Again by The Devil Wears Prada. Halfway through, Jessica grabbed my headphones, and pulled them out of my ears.
"How can you listen to that? It's not even music."
"Are you kidding?"
"No. Just stop listening to it."
I was fuming.
"Make me," I said.
"Can you come with me?" She asked.
"Yes, mom," I said in a bitchy tone.
I followed her to her house, and she led me into the basement. She grabbed some rope out of a different room, and quickly wrapped it around me. She was too quick, and she actually succeeded in restraining me.
"I am going to kill you," I said through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, right, you're probably enjoying this. Freak."
"Let me go."
"No way."
She tied my ankles, and then gagged me with more rope.
"Bye," she said as she walked back outside. "Now we can enjoy the party since your gone."
I struggled for at least twenty minutes before her mom and dad heard me from upstairs. They quickly untied me.
"What happened?" They asked.
"Apparently Jessica doesn't want me at the party. So I'm gone."
They just stood there shocked.
I was halfway up the steps when I stopped and turned around.
"Oh! Tell your daughter she can go f*ck herself, okay?" I smiled a really smug smile. "Thanks."
They stood there in complete shock, and I walked out to my car and left.