Papillon

Chapter 11: Ask Me Anything

Bella

Loud music filled the air. Drinks were spilling. Red solo cups were clashing. People were singing.

The perfect montage for a high school party in a rich neighborhood with spoiled brats drinking their parent's expensive alcohol.

My sister had left home and I needed a distraction from the fact that I missed her so my initial plan was to show up, let a couple people see my face, take some pictures, and then dip but that was always my initial plan. It usually ended with me being beyond shit-faced because I could not, for the life of me, hold my alcohol. Ariadne was better that way–she never got super drunk and was the responsible one who took care of Robyn and I when we got trashed.

Whoever was on aux at this party had a deep affinity for Chase Atlantic, because that was the only thing playing. Not that I had any issues with that, but it was making people around me very horny. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested in anyone here. But of course, boys were boys and that didn't stop any of them.

The second Tyler Davis, captain of the football team, came up to me, I knew I wanted to leave. We'd hooked up a couple times but he always wanted to go further than I was comfortable. Naturally, I avoided him like the fucking plague. My escape attempt was thwarted when he placed both hands on my hips and stilled me in place.

"Where to, Bella Ryder?" He smirked. He was handsome, built, and strong. Also, an asshole. A cheerleader versus a wide receiver? Fighting against him was futile.

"Nowhere," I tossed my hair over my shoulder. I had a reputation to keep anyway.

"Take a shot with me," he insisted.

"Sure," I shrugged.

I didn't like the girls who took one shot and passed out or acted like they were black out drunk. I wasn't a light-weight but I wasn't a tank either. But unfortunately tonight, I was already deep in.

Tyler disappeared for a bit and came back with a two shots in his hand.

"Cheers," he nodded and clinked his tiny glass with mine.

The second I threw it back, I knew it was a mistake. Whatever was in the glass wasn't just normal vodka. It was fucking drain cleaner.

"Did you just give me a shot of Everclear?" I gagged, my mouth burning from the inside.

Tyler's answer came in the form of his hands on my waist, pushing my ass into his dick. Still reeling from the alcohol in my mouth, I could just barely process it but managed to turn around and shove him off of me.

"Fuck you, Tyler. I told you we're done. Keep your hands off of me."

He just laughed. "You have no idea what you're missing out on."

"I'm thankful I will never find out," I hissed and made my way over to the door.

"You're a bitch," he called after me.

"Proud of it," I smiled sweetly and stalked out.

Fuck, I wanted to go home. Driving wasn't an option, I was pretty drunk and I didn't particularly want to call an Uber when I was wearing a minidress and heels. Plus, I couldn't go home like this.

Calling Christian was completely and entirely out of the question and Robyn was too far to come get me. Even though I didn't want to bother him, I called my go-to.

My phone rang for approximately two seconds.

"Hale," Damon picked up curtly.

"Damooooonnnnn," I slurred.