Finding forever online

Chapter 5:

It was the next day I got a call from megan, saying we should go for a house part, that everyone in school would be present there including the so called cute guy they won't tell me his name… That made me more eager to go for the part, I

quickly got up , took my shower and picked up a nice mini skir, it's my sister's though, I then wore a poker dot crop top I thought it was too revealing but I had already heard Megan car horn, I had to go downstairs I invited her in cause the house party was going to start by 1:00am and it was 12, we told my Uncle about the party he asked us to stay safe, and said we should be back early which we also agreed too. Since there was still spare time we are breakfast after that Megan put on makeup for me and asked me to change from my combat boots to heels, I really wasn't comfortable with heels but she insisted. Then it was time for us to head to the house where they were throwing the party, we both said goodbye to my dad as we entered Megan's car and drove off.

Crashing a house party had never been

on my bucket list, not that I've ever had

one. But once Megan starts begging

there is really no way anyone can tell

her no.

"Come on," Megan groans. She's

pulling me towards the enormous

house where the party is already going

strong. "They're probably all totally

wasted and wont notice you," she

tries to comfort me. I'm going into a

full anxiety attack just thinking about

facing my classmates willingly - well

almost. Megan drags me across the

street to the other side and up the path

that leads through the front lawn and

all of the way up to the front door.

The front yard is littered with empty

cups and cigarette buds. The bass

is booming through the few open

windows in the house, making the glass

in them vibrate from the sound waves

hitting it repeatedly.

We come to a halt in front of the

door. I can practically see Megan

internally debating on whether we

should knock or just walk in. If I was

the one deciding we would be turning

on our heels and running as fast as

our legs could carry us. But I can't run

and soon enough Megan has pushed

the front door open and is dragging

me inside the lion's cage. The stench

of alcohol and sweat hits me like a

hammer in the head.

We've barely stepped three feet inside

the house before someone grabs a hold

of Megan and drags her towards the

dance floor, leaving me alone in the

entryway. I keep my eyes locked on

Megan, wishing the song will be over

soon so I can reclaim my place at her

side.

As the song reaches its peak I'm

engulfed by the manly stench of sweat

and cigarette smoke when someone

locks their arm around my shoulders

and pulls me to their side.

"Welcome to paradise baby," the

guy slurs in my ear. All of my nerve

endings stand to attention at the

sound of his voice. I can feel the hair

at the nape of my neck rise as I try to

fight him off me as he puckers his lips

and leans towards my cheek. I don't

succeed before a girl, dressed in close

to nothing, comes by to highjack him to

the dance floor. I don't object.

I let my eyes wander back to the dance

floor once I'm sure the guy is gone.

I'm searching for the familiar head of

brown curls, bopping up and down in

the crowd of half-drunken teenagers

that belongs to my best friend. My

heart rate picks up as I realize that

she's not where she was a few minutes

ago. The crowd has swallowed her

whole and I'm completely alone in the

lion's cage. I stay in the living room

for a little while longer, desperately

searching the crowd for Megan, before

I give up on looking for her and try to

find a quiet corner I can hide in until

she comes to finds me.

After I have pushed my way through a

sea of drunken teenagers I end up in

the kitchen, which is, like everything

else in the house: huge. If it weren't

for the large amount of bottles and

cups, littered across the tabletops and

Kitchen slabs, it would have looked

as if it had been taken straight out of a

magazine.

"Who's here?" I'm startled by a slurry

voice; one which I can't quite pin point,

until I turn around and find myself

face to face with the second biggest

asshole in town.

I'm standing paralyzed before him, as

his forest green eyes meet my icy blue

ones. I desperately fight the urge to

squeeze my yes shut and wait for the

first verbal blow that I know will soon

hit me.

Don't let them see how scared you are.

That's what Megan always tells me.

She's right; I can't let him see my fear.

With withheld breath I wait for his first verbal punch to hit me right in-between the armor I've built around my heart, like they

always seem to do, but he doesn't say

anything. He just stares at me, with

his deep green eyes, as if he's studying

my every move. It reminds me of a

killer watching his prey. After several

minutes of him watching me, I take

a deep breath and find it within me

to open my mouth and break the

silence between us. "What are you

doing in here alone?" I curse myself

for sounding so concerned. I can't be

concerned - not for him at least and

certainly not while I'm standing in the

deepest part of the lion's cage.

"I don't feel like partying," he slurs. He

is definitely wasted and it doesn't do

anything to suppress my concern for

him.

"Looks like you already did,"I mumble.

"Does look like it, huh?" His lips split in

a wide smile that has the power to melt

a thousand girls' hearts, only beaten by

Jason's heart stopping one, but it does

nothing to mine but alert it that danger

is present. His hurtful jokes and rude

glances have cast a dark shadow over

his charm along time ago.

I want nothing more than to turn on

my heels and leave this asshole, who

have humiliated me time after time,

behind to his drunken self, but I can't

get myself to move from where I'm

standing, in front of him.

"Can you -" he starts out, but never

finishes his sentence as he reaches for

a bottle on the counter behind me, but

miscalculate the distance and looses

his balance, sending him face first on

the way towards the ground. Without

thinking twice I step between him and

the counter and manage to catch a hold

of his shoulders. I push him back on his

feet and try to stabilize him, before I

remove my hands from his shoulders.

He's standing closer than he was before

and it's increasing the uncomfortable

feeling I get around him.

"You're pretty," he slurs as his forest

green eyes bore into mine. I cross my

arms over my chest, as I divert my eyes

from his to a cabinet behind him. I'm

not beautiful or gorgeous or breath

taking and I'm not pretty - I've never

been and certainly not to anyone apart from Jason of course. I'm boring and unattractive - that's how it's always been and that's how it's always going to be.

"I should go,"I tell him, as I meet his

eyes with mine again. I know that if

He had been sober, I would have

never had the courage to talk to him

or even meet his eyes. But there's

something about his drunken state that

makes me believe that all of this will be

nothing but a dark hole in his memory

tomorrow.

"No." Even drunk he is as stubborn as a

child.

"Yes I should and by the looks of it you

probably should too." I know that I

have no authority over him, especially

not in a house that doesn't belong to

me, but that didn't stop me from trying.

"I won't let you leave until you

kiss me," he tells me as he takes an

unsteady step towards me.

"What?" my voice is a vague trembling

as I search his forest eyes for some

trace of humor, but there is none.

"Kiss me," he commands.

"No."I take a step back, wanting to

put as much distance between us as

possible. The plan fails as my back

comes in contact with the counter top. I

have nowhere to escape.

"Kiss me," he repeats his order, as he

grabs me hard; a hand on each side of

my face, forcing me to keep still as he

lowers his head down towards mine,

until our lips are only inches apart. I

squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for what

seems to be inevitable.

"Get off of her." I don't recognize the

voice; I'm too busy trying to pull my

head free from his grip. I don't realize who my hero is until that asshole was

being pulled off of me and then pushed

towards the door to the hallway. "Are

you okay?" His hazel eyes meet mine

and I have to fight my strong urge to

pinch myself.

I stare at him, because it's the only

thing I can do. He is the one who has

turned my life into an everlasting

nightmare and yet he is standing here, in

the middle of his girlfriend's kitchen,

having just saved me from his best

friend.