Becoming Kennedy

6- Groupie?

A little flutter of panic rises in my chest.  I really don't intend on being raped tonight.I pull against the arm, and am slightly surprised when the person grabbing me gives.  "What the hell, Colorado?  Calm down.  I need to talk to you."

I squint in the dark, and notice in the faint light, platinum blonde hair.  "Abigail?  What are you doing?"  I hiss.  She lets go of my arm, and I rub where her nails had dug in, "I saw you dancing with Luke.  That's great."  Abigail's words are rushed, and I can tell she's intoxicated.

"I didn't want to tell you before because I didn't want you to freak out, and also I didn't know if Luke was going to take to you."  She waves her hand in my face as if dismissing a thought she hadn't even spoken, "But now that he did, you're in!"

Abigail's words are coming out so fast, I can barely keep up, "The guys are in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, you know this.  They're out of Australia, and they're kind of a big fucking deal, okay?"  I nod my head, "Okay, so what does that have to do with me and Luke?"

Abigail huffs, obviously aggravated that I'm not catching on, "We fuck them!  When they're in town, we have sex with them, Colorado, for God's sake, you're so naive!"  I try to take in all that she's spitting at me, and hold my hands up."Wait.  You want me to have sex with Luke?!"  I look around the dark room we're in, trying to somehow find someone to save me, "I can't just fuck someone I don't know!"  Suddenly, I remember that Parsley was the first one to go to Luke when I was introduced to them, "What about Presley?!  She's into Luke.  She can fornicate with him!"

Abigail's nose scrunches in confusion, "Fornicate?  Where do you even come up with these things, Colorado."  Quickly dismissing my question, she moves on, "No, we tried with Presley.  Turns out, Luke's just not into her, but he really seems like he's into you."  Abigail winks, "And he's really fucking hot, no?  Why is this even a problem with you?  You said you've fucked two guys drunk, and five sober!  You're drunk now, so no biggie, right?"

I knew these lies were going to bite me in the ass.  I can't possibly tell her I lied, so I just shrug, "I don't even know him."  Abigail's eyes narrow, "You don't have to know someone to have sex with them, Kennedy.  Get out there.  Flirt with him, and then fuck him.  That's what we do.  Don't mess this up for us, or I swear to God, we'll make your life here miserable."

Abigail's words feel like knives in my skin.  I can't afford to lose the only friends I've made here so far.  I need to be California Kennedy right now.  I need to forget about Colorado Kennedy, and just be California Kennedy.  I can be California Kennedy.  

I am California Kennedy.

I stand a bit straighter, and look Abigail right in the eyes, "Okay.  I'll do it."  A mischievous smile graces Abigail's lips, "See?  I knew you'd be good for this."  Abigail grabs my wrist, and pulls me back out into the club.  The loudness of the music intensifies, and I scan the crowd, trying to find Luke.

I decide it's best if I find Parsley.  She's probably hanging all over him anyway.  "Kennedy!"  I turn at the sound of my name, and almost smack into the exact person I'm looking for.  "Hey!"  A slightly intoxicated Luke moves my way, and snakes his arm around my shoulders, "Where'd you go?  I've been looking for you!"

I smile at him, totally captivated by how hot he looks.  His hair is slightly mussed, and whenever he's not talking, he seems to play with his lip ring.  

My God, I need a glass of water.

I follow him over to a booth, and we sit down.  I try not to pay too much attention to how close he's sitting to me, or the fact that his hand is resting on my thigh.  "So you've really never heard of my band?"  I shake my head, "No, sorry!"

Luke laughs, and as he does so, his little nose scrunches up, making him look like the actual sun.  Shit, is everything he does cute?  "I'll look you guys up tomorrow.  I'm always on the lookout for some new tunes."  Luke nods, and suddenly his face looks much more serious, "Wanna get out of here?"

How did I know he was going to ask me that.  My heart rate begins to rise, and I try not to panic, "Um, sure."  Luke's lips turn up into a smile, and his hand grips mine.

I don't even know where we are.  As soon as we got out of the main area, Luke took me down a corridor, and into a dark room.  It's almost as if he knew where to go.

Everything is happening so fast.  His lips are on mine, his hands are on my waist.  Luke breaks the kiss as he presses his body against mine, pushing me up against a wall.  His hands tap my thighs, and I instinctively do a little jump before wrapping my legs around his waist.

I feel the cool of his lip ring against my skin as his lips move down the side of my neck, over the exposed skin of my shoulder.  I lean my head back against the wall, and try to figure out how the fuck I ended up here.

Luke's hands tug at my dress, and I'm rapidly brought back to reality.  My eyes snap open, and I catch my breath, "Wait."  He looks at me, a confused expression on his face, "What's wrong?"  Oh God, how do I even answer that question?

My brain is screaming, and all I can hear is:  I am California Kennedy.

"Ummm....well...I just" Fuck, I'm screwed. Why did I have to stop us? He's super hot and apparently famous, why wouldn't I want to lose my virginity to him?  In a dark room. In the back of a club.  On a Tuesday.  No, this wasn't right.

I clear my throat and put on my best seductive smirk, "If we're going to do this, we're going to do it right. I have standards, I'm not just some sloppy hookup. Besides I think we both want this to be as sensational as possible."  His eyebrows raise at the word sensational, and he puts my legs back on the ground underneath me. "I mean, I guess you're right?"

Thank God. I was in the clear.

"Luckily..." he continues.  Okay, maybe I'm not in the clear.  "I have a room at a four star hotel just down the street.  We can order some champagne." He places a kiss on my neck.  "Dim the lights," now a kiss on my jaw.  "Put on some mood music.."  before I know it his lips are on mine and we engage in a long, slow kiss.  It was probably the nicest kiss I've ever experienced, by a landslide.  The boy may be awkward on the dance floor, but I could tell he knew his way around the bedroom.

At this point, even Colorado Kennedy wanted to go back to his hotel room.  This whole situation is so surreal I can't even really believe it's happening to me.  "So should I get us an Uber?" his questions brings me back to myself.  "What the hell is an Uber?"  Luke just smirks and pulls out his phone. "It's an on demand car service. Don't worry, Colorado."

Great, another person who won't use my name. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hey guys sorry for the late update I've been at Coachella all weekend and I have one day left and I can already feel the post concert depression. Anyway because I am so late on updating I'll double post woooooo follow me on insta @paytongarrity and snapchat @parrity if you wanna see my coachella adventures.