You don't, instead you opt for avoidance.

You drive around for a long time while your mind runs through everything that happened. It doesn't make any sense, you know that. Mentally, you kick yourself for saying such a stupid, truthful, thing to her. Your heart pounds and your gut churns; how could you ever go home now? Your mother most likely told your father what you said the moment the door was closed; and now you wonder what he will do once you get home. Had you really just destroyed your relationship with your parents?

This is quite possibly the worst day of your life.

Periodically you check your phone, expecting that you'll get a call or a text from either your mother or father at any moment. But it remains suspiciously silent; and that serves to unnerve you more. You wonder just what exactly is going on at home, and for a brief second contemplate turning around. Immediately you wave that thought away as nonsense and continue driving. But as the sun goes down you know that you'll have to stop somewhere, and eventually you pull into a station to fill up on gasoline.

It's there that you ponder your dilemma. You can't go home, not yet, maybe ever. Things are just way too weird right now. You do have Jessica's party that you said you'd go to, but you don't really feel like being around people right now. Still, Jessica does have a spare room at her place; and with so many people partying it was a safe bet that not everyone would be sober enough to go home at the end of the night. You could probably crash there without much hassle. It is certainly a better prospect than sleeping in your car. You mull over your decision for a little bit before deciding that Jessica's is probably the best bet.

You were driving around aimlessly, so thankfully you're not too far from her place and the drive is short. When you pull onto her street you can tell that the party is in full swing even before you get to her place. You park your car and as you head up to the main entrance you see two classmates sitting outside, probably discussing something personal. They nod to you as you move past and you get the feeling you definitely interrupted something, but you're too lost in your own thoughts to really care right now.

You open the door and instantly your ears are assaulted by the music playing at a high volume. There's people sitting around the room and upon noticing you, your friend Graham, jumps from his seat.

"You made it!" he shouts, wraps an arm around your shoulders, and pulls you into the room, "Look everyone! John Doe's here!"

A quick, enthusiastic, cheer rumbles from the group before they return to what they were doing. Graham turns to you and asks, "Shit you're late man. Thought you'd be here hours ago."

You don't really want to explain why you're late so you just say, "Yeah, some stuff came up." After a pause you add "Do you know where I can find Jess?"

Graham nods to a door behind him, "I think she's down in the basement with Gurj, Seema, and the rest."

"Thanks." You say and move to get past him towards the basement door; however, he quickly jumps in front of you and stops you from moving further.

"Whoa dude. Hold up." He says, somewhat drunk. "Check it. You know that redheaded chick in your history class? Y-you know... the shy one."

"Tammy." You nod.

You've known Tammy since you started high school. She's always been shy and timid, and she's never thought of herself as particularly pretty. When you met her she was tall and skinny; she had frizzy hair and braces, and absolutely no curves to speak of. She was awkward and quiet, and you were one of the only people who made an attempt to really get to know her. You've always found her to be really sweet, smart and funny. It was just her appearance that, sadly, kept her lonely. Turns out though, Tammy's the classic definition of a 'late bloomer'. But when she did bloom... HOLY SHIT!"

Her tits got big, her ass got round, her braces came off, and she finally discovered hair straighteners. It was a complete one-eighty from ugly duckling to beautiful swan, and every guy in school was tripping over themselves for her number. She enjoyed her new found sexual appeal, but it also made her uncomfortable and she didn't really know what to do with it; so she turned them all down. Now the only guy she ever really talks to is you.

"Tammy!" He shouts "That's right! Okay, yeah, well Tammy's here right. And she's been all wondering where you are and shit." Graham leans in closer to you, "I tell you man she's totally into you. You play your cards right and you can totally tap dat ass."

You'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about it until now, but you never felt right about it before. However, judging by the way your huge dick started straining against your pants, maybe it was time to so something about it. Graham would have tried to convince you further, but he was quickly shoved out of the way by your best friend Michelle.

All of Michelle's grandparents immigrated from South Korea to Washington State nearly fifty years ago. Her parents moved into their current place when they got married, which wasn't too far from your house. So you've known her all your lives and you practically grew up together. She's tiny, barely five feet tall (if that) but she is incredibly pretty. She has long black hair that she dyes often, but right now it's its natural shade with added violet highlights. She has a very athletic form, and although she often wears baggy or ill fitting clothes, the times that she does dress up everyone can tell that she's in great shape. All throughout primary and middle school everyone expected you to hook up. Although there's always been a slightly flirtatious tone about your relationship, neither of you have ever acted upon it. From your side, your dark desires for your mother always got in the way.

You don't know why she never pushed it farther though.

"John hi!" She exclaims and gives you a big hug. When she pulls away she says "We were beginning to think you wouldn't make it."

"Yeah, Graham said the same thing. Uh... some stuff came up." You say, repeating your answer.

Michelle knows you well enough to know when something's troubling you and, despite her inebriation, this time is no different. She gives you a concerned look and asks, "What's wrong?"

You don't really want to answer, instead preferring to just ask Jessica if it would be okay to stay the night. But maybe talking to Michelle could help. Somehow.

Then again, judging from your growing erection, fucking Tammy into next week does also sound appealing.