The Shy Girl Has A gun

CHAPTER 2

I can safely say this party SUCKED!

Well, it sucked for me, but in everyone else's eyes the party was a complete hit. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing and there were plenty males and females for everyone to pair up, hook up and be happy. That is until the alcohol wears off and they see who they wake up next to. People were dancing in the middle of Dylan's living room, laughing and having a pretty cracking time.

So why did this party suck for me you wonder?

Because all night I have had to witness the man I wanted being grinded up against his girlfriend. Seriously it was ridiculous.

Normally I would see them together in small doses, but tonight it seemed like that whatever room I would escape to, they would shortly be in there holding hands, kissing and smiling at each other in a way that made me want to vomit all over the walls.

Chelsea and Dylan were mildly drunk, but still sober enough to keep everyone in check and make sure that Dylan's house is not completely destroyed or set alight by the dozens of drunken teenagers stumbling around. Holly was on the sofa, drunk out of her skull giggling as this guy whispered things in her ears that

were obviously very dirty.

I had been here for about 3 hours now, and realizing that the night was not going to get any better, decided to make my move and escape before I caught another glimpse of the 'happy couple' sucking faces.

I slipped out through the front door, wrapping the hoodie I had on a little tighter around my waist from the chilly night air. It was pretty dark right now, and I suddenly dreaded the 20 minute walk home I had in front of me. I sighed, realizing I was going to have to face it one way or another, and began walking.

I barely made it 5 steps when I felt someone put their hand over my mouth muffling my screams, and pick me up by the waist, dragging me to the side of the house which was enclosed in bushes and trees.

Oh god, I'm going to die...

I had my eyes firmly closed from fear as I was placed back on the ground, and pushed up against what I'm assuming is the side of the house.

"Where do you think you're going Faith?" Jace asks me, and my eyes shoot open to see him in front of me with a very amused smile on his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, I thought you were a murderer!" I yelled at him, my heart beginning to calm down from the frantic beating it was doing a minute ago when I thought I was being abducted.

"You know, you're kind of hot when you're scared." He comments, and steps forward so his hands are either side of my head, and he is literally inches away from me.

I find my heart starts to beat frantically again, but not from fear this time. He brings his face forward and kisses my neck sexually; causing me to close my eyes from the pleasure that one tiny kiss gave me.

"I was going home Jace." I breathe, while he continues to kiss my neck.

"This party sort of reached its peak for me."

"Were you not having a good time?" He asks, his voice muffled as his lips are still on my skin. I feel him nibble my neck slightly, and let out a moan.

"I am now..." I mumble, closing my eyes and tangling my hands through his hair. I feel him smirk against my neck.

"Where's Gina the teenage b***h?"

He chuckles slightly and brings his head up, looking at me in the eyes.

"She's in there somewhere. I gave her the slip once I saw you head out the door, I feel like I haven't seen you all night."

I scoffed. "That's because you haven't. You've been too busy swapping spit with her."

He smirks at my clear jealousy. "Well, I'm here now. How about we make up for lost time?"

I bite my bottom lip, not being able to help the smile that is creeping up. He is clearly happy with my reaction, because before I know it, he was once against cheating on his girlfriend with me up against the side of his best friend's house.

"Well, I can safely say the party ended with a bang." I comment, while pulling my legging back up.

Jace laughs and puts the shirt back over his head. "I'm glad I could salvage your night."

Once we were both fully dressed again, I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, planting my lips onto his. He immediately responds and cups my cheek, deepening the kiss.

His lips moved against mine, and as I nibbled his bottom lip slightly, I heard him let out a moan at the back of his throat. His hand trails from my cheek down to my waist, and pulls me closer to him.

He pulls away suddenly, and his expression is a little stiffer than it was before. I fur my brows at him in confusion as to why he stopped.

"I should get back inside." He tells me.

"Gina is probably looking for me..."

My stomach knots painfully at this, and it once again felt like I had been used. This was always the thing with me and Jace, we would have a great time together but he would always have to leave and go back to her.

I pull away from him and untangle my arms from his waist, immediately feeling a little emptier than I did before.

He frowns as I pull away from him, then looks at me apologetically obviously realizing that he had upset me.

"Best go, don't want her getting worried." I say bitterly, and turn to walk away.

He grabs my wrist and spins me back around to face him. "Faith don't be like that, you know she's my girlf---"

"Don't even use the girlfriend excuse, because if you cared that much you wouldn't just have had s*x with me up against this house!" I almost yell at him.

As I say these words out loud, I feel tears began to sting my eyes.

"Please don't be mad at me." he almost pleads, placing one of his hands on my cheeks and staring at me with his gorgeous blue eyes that almost make me cave in.

"Stay." I blurt out. He looks a bit taken back by my bluntness. Hell, I was a little taken back by my bluntness. But I wasn't going to go back now.

"Don't go back to her, stay here...with me."

He remains silent for a while, looking like he is thinking something over. His expression looks strained. I feel his thumb trace my cheekbones as he gazes at my pleading face. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally spoke.

"I can't." He whispers, and I felt like I had just been punched in the stomach.

I can feel the stinging in my eyes from the tears that I knew were coming any second, and the lump that had arisen at the back of my throat. I slowly nod my head, and pull away from his touch.

He is still gazing into my eyes, his expression once again pleading for me not to be angry like he wants me to understand.

I understood completely.

I understood that he had just rejected me. I wasn't a confident girl, and Jace shooting me down definitely did not help the self-esteem issues.

"Bye Jace." I whisper, and without another glance I turn my heel and walk away.

"FAITH!" he calls out to me, but I carry on walking, wrapping the stupid hoodie that belonged to him tighter around me and letting the tears fall freely from my eyes.

The first half of my walk home I almost sprinted, wanting to get as far away from him as I could. The boy who I cared for more than anything in the world right now would rather be with a vain w***e than me, and realizing that the only reason he paid any attention to me at all was because he really did only want one thing.

That was something too sure as hell ruin your night.

I was too busy wallowing in my own self-pity that I had only just noticed the black van pulling up next to the pavement that I was walking on.

I quickened the pace of my steps, realizing that a creepy black van in the middle of the night parking next to you while there are no houses or any other form of life to hear your screams is not exactly the best thing to happen.

I heard the van door slide open, and someone jump out. I didn't turn around to see who as I walked faster, my heart beginning to pound from fear.

"Faith Mitchell?" a man's voice called out and I froze.

I slowly turned to see the person who had just jumped out of the van, and the female hormones in me screamed out in approval.

The boy was around 18, he had brown hair that was short at the sides, but long enough to spike up slightly at the top. His face was muscular, and his skin was tanned. He was wearing black long sleeved top which was tight enough to show some very well built muscles.

Overall, he was hot.

The smirk he had on his face however made every one of my instincts scream at me to run.

"H-How do you know my name?" I stuttered.

Run you f*****g i***t, don't make small talk!

"I know a lot about you." He told me.

"Who are you?"

He c****d his head to the side slightly, and his eyes scanned me over in curiosity.

"My names Chris." He said, his smirk growing wider on his face.

"And you princess, have just been recruited.”