Prison Of Glass

08 | go off bestie

Anastasia

I felt a hot breath brush against my neck, pressing kisses on my throbbing pulse point, as my eyelids drooped. He tightened his hands around my waist, pulling me into him, making us grind against each other. In a drunkenly haze, I tipped back my head, allowing him access as my hands found themselves nestled in his hair.

He pushed me further into him, attaching our cores together as I felt a moan slip past my lips. We slowly danced together, moving in sync, sharing intimate gestures as I lost myself in the buzz of the alcohol.

He stopped for a second looking at me.

An unfamiliar face. Something I am used to.

My hazed mind could only comprehend this much, because I had one drink too many. I remember that as soon as Liv went to talk to Nate, Remi had dragged me and the other corner of the room, looking clearly furious.

"Why the fuck is he here?" He had asked me harshly, not bothering if Nate listened or not. Remi's dislike towards Nate was clear.

I sighed as I answered him, "I'm showing him around." Remi just gave me a look. I shrugged and told him, "Look, I have no way out of this. So just please be nice." I said a silent plead.

"Why should I be nice? He's manipulating you. So even you shouldn't bother." He threw me a look. I sighed and the two of us glanced at Nate, hitting it off with Liv.

I raised my eyebrows at that, but brushed it off and turned back to the grumpy old man in front of me.

"Look Remi, just try to ignore him, or whatever." I sighed. He kept looking at me, not backing down. We continued with our silent staring contest until he rolled his eyes at me. I grinned knowing he had given up.

We had spent the rest of the afternoon with Nate asking Damien as many questions as possible, Remi throwing cheap shots at Nate and Damien instantly defending him, or making a lame joke to diffuse the tension.

I didn't bother to talk to Nate the whole time, seeing as he had found good company with Damien, until he got a text from a girl. Liv and I talked the whole evening, and she filled me up and anything and everything being the chatterbox that she is.

Suddenly, the door had opened revealing an older looking Liv. It had been quite a while since I had seen her.

"Hey Sarah" I instantly smiled at her, and a warm smile took over her face as she gathered me in a hug.

"Um hello?" Liv looked between the two of us. "I'm your sister and she gets a hug before me." She pouted.

"Well of course, she's my real sister, you're adopted." Sarah smirked at Liv, squeezing me from the side. Liv just flipped her off.

"Sare bear." Damien gave her a huge smile and hugged her. "Hey you." Sarah gave him a peck on the cheek. "Give this one here a hard time?" She pointed at Liv, as Damien's face etched into a huge smirk. "You know I did." He said in a smug tone.

Liv chucked a plastic water bottle at him, which he caught with ease.  "You're very bad at this." Damien said, flipping the bottle in his hands, not even a little affected by Liv's deathly glare, "Bet you're used to hearing that." Liv shot back. I couldn't help the chuckle that slipped past my lips.

"I can assure you that you're wrong." Damien said in a sultry voice, usually it would work on any girl, but Liv just scoffed.

Sarah gave Liv a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed water from the fridge and came towards me. I turned again towards Sarah as she threw me a questioning glance, looking at Nate, who just gave her an awkward wave.