Desperate

18

Arabella

Since I've been at home the past few days Ethan convinced me to come to a party after the game, the only reason I agreed was because Lucas will be there and I didn't see him after school when I was supposed to, Ethan doesn't know that tho. I get changed into a short black sparkly dress and black heels, my hair is wavy from being in braids all day. I got my nails done with a black pattern, which means they coincidentally match my outfit.

We pull up to a house, not too big but bigger than average. I actually like parties I'm usually just too tired to enjoy them, but I've had some rest so I'm up for it. I need a drink.

I head straight in looking for people I know, Lucas is on the couch with a girl next to him trying to flirt, I don't know why he doesn't just tell them he's gay, Paige is at another party tonight. I notice Cole, Jamal and a few other guys cat on the sofa in the open plan living room and kitchen, they're surrounded by drunken girls and they definitely don't seem to mind.

Seeing a beautiful blonde haired girl sat on Cole's lap creates a sense of anger towards him, I really don't know why.

I'm looking for a bottle of alcohol that hasn't been opened, I'm not risking getting spiked, there's a bottle of vodka on the top shelf, however even with heels I cannot reach, I feel Simone walk up behind me.

I turn around to find coke looking at me with an amused smirk as he opens another bottle of beer.

"Need help?" He smirks.

"No I'm perfectly fine thank you." I say with with an annoyed tone. I turn around and attempt to grab the bottle again.

He comes up behind me, so close I can feel his muscles on my back and his breathe on my neck, it gives me goosebumps. He reaches up, grabbing the bottle with ease and places it on the counter in front of me.

He leans down so I can feel the heat of his breath on my ear making me shiver involuntarily, "you can thank me later" he cockily says. And with that I'm snapped back to reality. I whip my head around staring him dead in the eye, but instead of replying with a snarky comment I simply smile sweetly and thank him, walking past him to the room where everyone is dancing, there's a sexy song playing that I can move my body to. I feel his eyes on me as I walk away, I begin to sway and my hands wonder up my body and through my hair, I turn around to find him staring at me, I keep dancing when I feel someone grab my waist dancing with me. That doesn't discourage me though I keep eye contact as the strangers hands trail my body, I hate the feeling but I love the satisfaction I get from knowing Cole cannot look away. My body is heating and my insides are screaming at me, how is it only eye contact can have this effect on me. I think it affects him to as he moves his hands in front of his bulge and walks away in a hurry. Satisfied I walk back into the kitchen and make my drink.

Throughout the night I drink without remorse and snake way too much weed and it feels good.