That night
We've been invited to a party at my friend, Megan's mansion.
Its time to leave to go to the party so I grab my large beach bag, stuffing it with things. Lingerie, lube, a charger, my phone, my keys, and some comfy clothes for later.
I swing the bag around my shoulder, walking out of the bedroom waiting for Dawson.
He grabs his stuff: keys, wallet, and phone. He slides his phone into his front pocket, his wallet and keys in his back.
He takes my hand and we walk out to the car. We get in, the car door shocking me, causing me to yelp.
Once we're there, he holds my hand once again.
We all get assigned a room with our partner. We get assigned one on the third floor. I lay my bag down, careful not to let it be seen. There's a full bathroom in it.
"Come on, let's go!" He says.
"Okay, okay, dang."
We walk downstairs and everyone in this room is dancing and drinking. "Come on, let's get some drinks!" Dawson says.
"Okay." I reply. We each grab a bottle of Bud Light. I'm not very fond of beer, but when its there, I drink it.
After about two bottles each, we start feeling drunk. We're dancing like crazy, just having fun and letting loose. After three, we're turnt up. (A/N: had to tbh)
A/N: dude I'm trying not to get into it yet but idk what it feels like to be drunk
And " Pretty On The Outside" by Bullet For My Valentine had to come on. Thank you Megan for being emo. I love you for that.
We're singing along to it and everyone is giving us looks. If I catch someone giving us a look, I say "What you think you looking at bitch?"
This one girl tried to fight me because of what I said... Dawson pulled me away.... #sorrynotsorry
This guy was grinding on me and it was making me mad. I kept telling him "stop" or "quit" but he wouldn't. Dawson finally stood up and said "Come on, Paige. We're going home."
"But baby why?"
"Because you don't need to have guys all up in yo junk." He takes my hand and pulls me out the door.
"Baby, its okay. Next time, if he does it, I'll knee him where the sun don't shine."
"No, we're going home."
"But baby please."
"Fine, I guess." We walk back inside, away from where we were before.
This dude comes back up to me and does the same as before. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" I yell. He turns around, then I knee him in the crotch. "HA! THATS WHAT YOU FUCKING GET!"
"Touch my wife one more time and you're dead." Dawson says, defending me.
"I can touch her all I want." The man says. Pedo.
"No you fucking can't! She is all mine! My wife! Back off!" Dawson replies, angrily.
"Leave me alone, you-you pedophile!" I say. He touches me again.
"WHAT DID I FUCKING JUST SAY TO YOU! DONT TOUCH MY WIFE!" Dawson says, hastily. "LOOK! SEE! SHES ALL MINE!" He says, then kisses me.
"You think I actually care?" The pervert says. He punches Dawson in the face, hitting his nose and part of his lip.
