His Princess

4. Drunk Teenagers and Dances

The house was huge, it was almost as big as a mansion. There were people everywhere, most of them drunk; They probably won't even remember half of the night the next morning. There is a blonde girl puking in one of the flower pots and I resisted the urge to gag.

Disgusted, I look away.

We enter inside and the smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air, making me scrunch my nose in disgust at the unpleasant smell.

People were dancing, others at the couches with a drink in their hands, there was a girl stripping on top of the table, with dudes practically touching every inch of her body. I look away, shaking my head.

I don't understand how these people's minds work. If they even had one, that is.

Okay Jenna, less judging, more walking.

"Princess," I hear Damon calling me suddenly. I turn around to see Damon with a pretty brunette in his arms.

How is he going to call me princess in front of his lady of the night?

I give him a tight lipped smile before walking away with Chase and Joe by my side.

"Yo Joe!" Jason calls out, catching Joe's attention.

"Let's have a shot-off!" Jason told him. He smirks before leaving us, going to Jason with a smirk on his face.

I can tell they are going to get really drunk tonight.

Suddenly, I felt a hand wrap around my waist, "I'm so glad you could make it," He whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck, making me shiver slightly. Damon.

"Let her go," Chase exclaim suddenly, his dark eyes narrowing at Damon's hand, which was wrapped around my waist. Chase grabbed my hand before shoving me aside, away from Damon's grip.

Damon chuckles, "I see you got yourself Mr. Loverboy for a bodyguard." I roll my eyes at him, not bothering to answer.

"See you later, princess," He says with a wink, when he spots the brunette at the corner of the room.

And with that he went back to the brunette, who was giving me dirty looks. It's not like I wanted Damon to come after me.

I turned to Chase with hands on my hips, "You didn't have to do that, Chase."

"Oh! So you do like Mr. Bad Boy," he says, quirking an eyebrow.

"No i don't. Its just that I could've handled the situation by myself."

"Oh please. You were already in his arms. Oh! Damon touch me, kiss me," He retorted, doing a very bad immitation of me, making kissy faces.

"Go. Away!" I growled.

He shrugged, actually listening to me as he left, laughing loudly which made me scowl even more.

"Hey there, would you like a drink?" A guy suddenly approaches me, handing me a glass of vodka.

"Um..No thanks, I don't drink," I told him, shaking my head.

"Oh. Sorry, let me get you a soft drink then," he says, walking away towards the kitchen.

I stared at his retreating built up figure until it dissapeared among the thick crowd of dancing teenagers. He is cute.

"Here you go," He says as he hands me a glass of what I think was soda.

"Thanks," I told him, accepting the glass and taking a sip.

"I'm Ian, by the way," he informs me, with a smile on his face.

"Jenna," I reply, before taking another drink.

He nodded. We stood there looking at people dancing in awkward silence.

"Want to dance?" Ian suddenly asked. When the song suddenly changed to a country song I didn't recognize.

I bit my lip, "Sorry, but i'm a terrible dancer."

He chuckled, "So am I."

He handed out his hand for me, "Let's go make a fool out of ourselves?"

I nodded with a slight giggle, accepting his offer.

We danced randomely, mostly just shaking our bodies from left to right or just jumping, but I was having fun and I felt comfortable around him.

Suddenly, he snacked his arms around my waist, I stood still for a second but continued dancing and actually kept my arms around his neck.

After almost an hour of dancing I got tired and thirsty, I let go of Ian's neck and stopped dancing.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink, wait here," I told him. He nods before I turned my back to him and walked away.

I went in the kitchen and saw the most disgusting thing.

It was Damon with that brunette practically swallowing each other! Damon's hand was inside her skimpy red dress, grabbing her large boobs.

I gagged, couldn't they get a room, for crying out loud!

I made my way to the counter and grabbed the bottle of vodka. I wanted to have fun, just this night.

I drank a sip and the fluid went down my throat, burning it a little.

I kept on drinking until I felt a little tipsy. At least, that's what I think I felt.

"Jenna," Ian started calling my name, startling me and the two making out.

"Ian!" I called out to him, grinning from ear to ear. I suddenly feel really happy and excited, I just wanted to hug someone and squeeze them tight.

"You do realise you just drank half of the bottle of vodka right?" He asked me, holding my shoulders.

"Ugh. Let's go upstairs," I heard the brunette telling Damon and they left us alone in the kitchen.

"Im okaaay Ian. Let's go dance! Whoo!" I screamed, grabbing his hand leading him to the dancefloor/ what once used to be a living room.

After dancing for what seems like an hour, I felt dizzy.

"Um, Ian, i'm going outside, I'll be back" I told him. 

"You okay?"

"Yeah i'm fine, don't worry," I assured him, with a small smile.

He didn't look convinced.

"I'm fine! I just need a little fresh air, i'll be back, okay?" I reassured him.

He nodded and continued dancing.

I went outside and sat on the stairs but still felt dizzy.

I groaned, where are the other guys?

"Princess?"

Ugh. I groaned mentally. He is the last person I wanted to talk to.

"Are you okay?" He asked me, sitting beside me.

I nodded, but suddenly my vision went blank and the last thing I heard was Damon shouting princess! princess!