egotistical | benny watts

dancing

My heart skips a beat, I gain this pit feeling in my gut. Benny fucking watts, in the flesh.

My head immediately snaps away from looking straight at him, my mouth gapes open, my breath starts to pick up.

Of course he lives in New York, what a cliché. All these coincidences happening are really starting to mess with my head.

I can feel my heart beating out of my chest, I wouldn't be surprised if the people surrounding us heard it as well. I can't think, he's the only thing on my mind and that scares me.

Then I remember, the people in the front of the house, dancing. The only thing that will get my mind off of things without getting drunk or high.

I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself down. I place my hand on Beth's shoulder trying to grab her attention, I lean up to her ear so she can actually hear me through this loud music, "Hey, I'm gonna go to the front." I mutter.

Beth nods in response as I get up, turning her head back to the man she was speaking to originally. She really doesn't care, does she.

As I walk up from the couch, almost stumbling over the countless beer bottles lying on the floor, I take another glance over at Benny.

He's looking straight at me, his dark addicting eyes.

I whip my head back facing forwards, my heart feels like it's going to explode. I keep walking towards the front door, keeping my plan of dancing with the crowd in stance.

Go away Benny, go away-please go away.

I try to blend in with the crowd, verging myself into the groups of people moving their bodies to the music.

I listen deeply to the music, finding a place to stop and beginning to slowly sway my body, rising my arms and feeling my hands moving up my body, tilting my head upwards to the ceiling. I slowly shut my eyes a few times, trying to forget. I begin to turn my body in different directions, just feeling the music rushing through my veins.

I turn my head down as I continue swaying to the beat of the music, noticing a figure approaching in my direction. I continue to keep turning my body, not focusing on the man in question. Slightly curious, I turn my body back to the man's direction, my head now at eye level, I can see clearly.

Benny.

I have made my decision, I officially regret ever entering this party.

My mouth gapes open as he sways his shoulders to the music, approaching me swiftly, his eyes connecting with mine. His body, now merely inches away from mine, he continues to smirk.

God, how much I hate his cocky smile.

His eyes look at me down, and back up. I furrow my brows at him, not even giving him the slightest of a smile.

"What are you doing?" I muttered, stepping closer so he could hear me.

He furrows his brows, bringing his head closer to my ear, his hand slowly resting on my lower waist, "I'm only dancing." He mutters deepening his voice, nodding and pulling his face away slightly.

I'm practically shaking, what could he possibly be trying to accomplish here.

Then I have an epiphany.

I continue to go along with whatever Benny is doing. Leaning in closer and letting his hands make a grasp on my waist. Our faces almost inches away, I stare into his eyes while moving our bodies to the musical beat, my hands attached to the sides of his neck. My heart is racing, looking down at his lips then back up to his chocolate brown eyes. He's giving me exactly what I wanted, he enjoys it.

Our mouths gape open, only inches apart from one another. As he continuously looks down at my lips, his eyebrows stay furrowed. I truly hope he doesn't notice how incredibly nervous I am.

I move closer to his ear, placing my hand swiftly on his jawline and tilting his head ever so slightly, merely standing on the tip of my toes. My hands move down to his chest, "You are despicable." I mutter, immediately after, shoving him with my hands away from me. Benny bumping into the group of people behind him.

Benny frowns in confusion, stopping in his tracks, mouth widened open.

I stop from dancing and walk away from the crowd.

How could that piece of shit cowboy ever fall for such a thing, it really is so easy. I hate to admit but I'm not going to deny, I did enjoy it, seeing how obviously skittish I was the entire time I'm surprised how smoothly my plan went through.

Benny was attractive, really attractive. I could never pinpoint it but there was always something a bit different about him. It may have been his arrogance or the odd hat he wore on occasions, but there was something.

He might have just approached me just to tease, but he should know, I am no fool.

I walk out of the home, swinging the door open and slamming it straight behind me, no thought of Beth in my mind. Beth seemed occupied enough to even care for my situation, not that I would tell her in the first place.

I walk down the street's sidewalk, although I do not wish to go back to my house. I have never left a party in such anger before.

Why am I so infuriated? How could one be so anxious but so angry at the same time.

I continue to stomp down the city, looking for a place I can just sit and think my thoughts through.

If I'm going to be honest I have no idea what I am doing, but isn't that the whole point? the point of life in a sense, you do things you do not wish to do but subtlety enjoy them anyways.

I turn my head to see a gas station, not far from my direction. Making the realization of how parched I was, I walk towards the building. Having a cheap gas station slushy sounds like the most delicious thing in the world I could have right now. I don't care for food, only that luscious drink.

I came to this party to escape, escape the thought of that week in Cincinnati. I shouldn't be so tense, he is nothing, and I'm probably nothing to him. I am merely a game to Benny, and he is quite good at those according to his title.

a/n: sorry if this chapter was a bit short but there's nothing to worry about since I can finish writing something in almost a day, next chapter will be significantly longer.