Dark and Light

 Music blasted from the stereo set and the house shook.  The house was full of plastered and high teenagers dancing along to obnoxious music. The smell of weed and alcohol was strong and stung my nose slightly.  Brandon, the boy throwing the party, stood in the corner of the room passing out joints to people. I shook my head in disgust and turned my attention away from them and to my friends. Sending a stare at my best friend, Dalia, we both giggled. I knew she was thinking what I was: the 'stoners'  were so overrated.

Grabbing her arm, I dragged her onto the make-shift dance floor. We were surrounded with all of our friends. The song Titanium by David Guetta and Sia blasted at full volume.  I flipped my long brown hair from side to side letting pieces dance all around my head. I could feel the deep bass from the song in my body; it sent vibrations through me. My hips moved side to side in unison with my hair as I began to let go. I felt eyes on me as I danced. People, mostly guys, were probably enjoying the view.  

Not going to lie, I enjoyed the attention. Most of the time, boys don't really look at me. I tend to be the shy type when it comes to boys.

When a few songs passed I needed to go get a drink. I let my friend Taylor know where I was heading and wandered off.

I received great advice from my mother: never leave your friends without letting them know where you are heading. It was being slightly paranoid but it made me feel better.

I searched the counter tops for rum and coke. Grabbing a red plastic cup,  I poured the contents and mixed it all together. I spotted a cute blonde haired boy as I took my first sip.

A smile played upon his face. I shyly smiled back at him. I tried to make eye contact and failed, his attention was slightly to the right of me. Looking over my shoulder,I  found myself looking at another cute boy.

This other boy's face was emotionless: cold, stone hard. I felt somewhat intimidated by him. His looks reminded me of a story I was told by a friend. A guy lost his temper and nearly beat someone to death. This boy fit the description of him.  He had a mop of brown curls for hair and dark glowing green orbs for eyes. I glanced into his eyes and he caught my gaze. I quickly turned away from him and suddenly my shoes become very interesting. I tried to keep my head down, not wanting to make any more eye contact.

"Dance with me," a low raspy voice whispered into my ear.

Whipping my head around to  the voice, I was face to face with the boy. He curiously raised an eyebrow at me as if asking for my answer. Tightly grabbing onto my hand, he pulled me to the dance floor. I accidentally dropped my drink. The dark liquid slowly spiraled down to the ground and splattered all over the mahogany flooring.

On the dance floor this mysterious boy placed his large hands on my lower back. My instinicts took over and I harshly swatted them away. A deep chuckle developed in his chest. My resistance only encouraged him.

Reaching out again, he placed his hands directly on my hips.Pressure pushed from his fingers as he tried to move my body along to the beat of the song. Trying to step away from the boy, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me close to his chest. I squeaked from his tight grip, he was so strong. I tried to wiggle free but it was useless. All the kids around me were obviously too intoxicated to realize I  didn't want to be with this boy.

Such a shame people were so lost that they couldn't stop to help me.  A boy in my bio class danced right next to us and didn't take a double look. What was wrong with everyone?

The boy leaned forward so I could hear him and whispered into my ear, "What's your name, gorgeous?"

I felt a heat rush to my cheeks. “A-Aubrey." I stuttered back to him. He laughed at me, obviously picking up on my nervousness.

I wanted to ask for his name but I didn't have the confidence. It was  hard enough barely to choke a one word answer out, who knows if I could manage a full question.

Still tightly holding me close to his body he turned me around so my backside was facing him. He placed his crotch directly on my butt, eliminating all space between us. He began to grind on me. The boy leaned down and placed his lips to my neck. I tensed at his touch and I heard him laugh again. He brushed his lips against my neck before planting light kisses. My lips parted and I suddenly didn't want him to stop. He began to suck on a sensitive spot and I let out a let moan. Slightly nibbling on my neck, he moved his hands to the top of my jeans, about to slide his hands in when I hit them away.

"You're mine now." He whispered into my ear. His hot breath lingered on my skin. I was too stunned to say a word.

He turned me around to face him and I placed my hands up , saving myself from having my chest pressed against him. I wasn't going to let him have to feeling of my breast  against his chest.

My palms could feel his muscular body through his thin white tee shirt. With my slight distraction he took this opportunity to put his hand on my butt. He slid his long fingers into my back pockets. I squirmed at this making him chuckle some more. 

I suddenly came to realize he was searching for my phone. Grabbing my phone, he slightly lingered his hands. He unlocked my phone and added himself as a contact. A few moments later a buzz went off and I noticed he had sent a text to himself with my phone.

Great now he has my number, I thought to myself slightly annoyed with the boy.

"You're so innocent. Boy are we gonna have fun." The boy winked at me and strode out of the room, not taking a look back at me.

What the actual fuck had just happened. I was scared of this boy. Where would he stop?

I immediately needed to go find my girls. Pushing my way through the crowd, I made my way over to the kitchen. I found my group of friends standing around each other with big smiles covering their faces. I'm sure they were completely oblivious as to what had just occurred. My heart was still racing and I half ran half walked over to my best friend.

"Hey where have you bee- Oh my God who in the hell gave you that?" Dalia nodded to my neck. My cheeks flushed a bright red and I covered the sore spot with my hair.

As I was about to respond to her I glanced around the room and spotted him. He stood there, just staring. Dalia turned her head to look in the direction I was gazing in. Taylor had looked over too. No one said a word. And I knew at that moment he was to boy they told me about.

"Holy fuck."  Taylor spat out, breaking the silence.