Through It All

Taken

I couldn't stop pacing my room. I can't distract myself long enough to think of anything other than my encounter with Drake.

"Why even bother talking to me? he never has before and I liked it that way." I whisper to myself. Before my brain can go down the rabbit hole, I hear my phone going off. I look down to see my best friend Jessica calling.

"Hey Jess, what's up?"

"Hey girl, where'd you go? I didn't see you after class."

"Sorry, I went home. I ran into Drake in the hall and it got weird so I left."

"As in the Drake The hottest guy in school... In town! Girl! Spill!" I could almost hear the smile on her face. She always made me feel better in one way or another. Even when she's not trying.

"I literally ran into him, Jess. It was super weird. But then he caught me and wouldn't let go. He just kept looking at me... I don't know, it was just really uncomfortable. Then he tried to get me to leave with him, and I almost did, but I decided to go home instead." I take a deep breath, realizing I didn't breathe while talking.

"What? Why? You are literally the only girl I've heard about him actually showing an interest in! You could've been a god to the girls in school for bagging Drake Matthews!"

"That's not true... What about Chloe?" I'm trying to justify any excuse I could come up with. I just want to forget it all but knowing Jess, I would hear about this until the day I die.

"Please. Have you seen the way he looks at her? He doesn't. He actually... He looks at you! Oh my god!" Her screams rang through my ears as she got more excited about this than even I could.

"Look, I need to go out. You think Persphone is open tonight?"

"That sounds like a great idea! Yeah, it's open tonight. I'll meet you there in about an hour?" After the goodbyes, I started getting ready.

~40 Minutes Later~

I searched my closet for something club worthy to wear. I usually wear baggy clothes so it was difficult to find anything cute. I looked everywhere before I decided to search my mom's closet. We were practically the same size and she wasn't ever home anyways. It didn't take long to find a perfect choice that I would pull off. A black silk cami dress hung on the hanger in front of me, it looked like it'd reach just far enough. I decided to pair it with black heels with diamond straps that match my glitter lotion and jewelry. I give myself some beach waves and press on some fake acrylic nails to go with my outfit. With a final look in the mirror, I head to the car.

Club Persphone is the only place that people my age can go legally. No alcoholic drinks, no drugs. Just a stage where the local bands play a dance floor, and drinks that anyone can order, if you know what you want that is. The Lockwood family owns the club. Not the best people to put myself around, but their son Sam isn't the worst to look at. Especially if he could distract my mind from Drake.

Once inside I order a "Gummy Bear", a few of those will make you forget the mistakes you might make, and find a table by the stage. I catch myself watching as the people move with each other. How they just morph with each other. Like colors. Reds, the drunks. They're loud screaming, falling over, and overly touchy. Some of the girls I've seen before. I can see how they are overreacting. Almost look uncomfortable with themselves. Then there are the blues, the creeps. They sit in the corners, watching. Staring. If you watch close enough you can see the small movements. How they slip it into the drink. The dissolving bubbles are there and then they're gone. The small sip that it takes. And then you don't see them at all, or the girls they were with. And then there are the greens. The players. Anything to get into a girl's pants or at least far enough to spread lies the next day. Drake is a part of that group. I can already see Molly hanging all over him. No clue how long I had been staring but now his and my eyes meet and I can't shake the awkward feeling that follows. I get pulled back to reality when a pair of arms wrap around me. I can smell their perfume, roses. I turn around to see Jess almost matching me, but in white. She begins to tell me about her day, but I couldn't help but to look back and find Drake's eyes, still on me. My body grows warm as I see his head turns a little to the side, and a smirk makes its way onto his face. I couldn't even look away when Jess grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the dance floor.

After what felt like hours, I drag my eyes away from his to see where I'm going, but I can still feel them on me as I make my way through the dancing crowd. Once we get to the middle and blend in with the grinding bodies "How deep is your love" by Calvin Harris roars through the building and everyone begins moving together to the beat.

I get lost in the music letting all my anger go and just feel the rhythm. With the number of bodies I can feel rubbing against me I hadn't realized when a pair of hands grabbed my waist, pulling me close and maintaining a steady grip. I didn't think much of it and continued minding my own business. This happens sometimes but nothing too serious happens from it. That was until they started pulling me toward the back.

"Let me go!" I try to yell but it had no effect over the loud music. This man wasn't planning on letting go until he got what he wanted. If I wanted to give him that or not didn't matter. I watched as people partied around me. Nobody could see this man pulling me out the back door. I struggle to get away but he turns so sharply, my temple smacks into the door frame. My vision got blurry and I could feel myself giving up. "There you go, give in" his rocky voice whispers in my ear as he struggled to carry my limp body. My vision was going in and out but I still wanted to fight. I just couldn't find a way to do just that. I scream the loudest I can for the last time before I can feel myself getting pulled completely outside. I can feel the crisp air. I smell the rain.

"Hey! Let her go!" is the last thing I hear before it all goes dark.