Angel Eyes (COMPLETED)

Chapter 12 - Untouched

Saturday - Chris' POV

TW: mentions of sexual assault and rape. If these topics are triggering to you then please consider sitting this chapter out.

"Jesus christ. For a party that's just a gathering with friends, the place is fucking packed." Brent parked his car outside of Chelsea's house and gawked at the party going on inside. You could hear the music blaring from down the street and the flashing lights bursting out from the windows were blinding. Overall this would be a nightmare for the neighbours.

The five friends emptied out of the car and walked up the steps towards Chelsea's sorority looking house. Picture the sorority that Cici gets thrown off of in Scream 2. Chris didn't know what Chelsea's parents did for a living, but he could tell they were fucking loaded. Chris took the lead of the group and rang the doorbell to the Miller estate where after a few seconds of waiting the door was opened by no other than Chelsea herself.

"Chris! Oh my god, it's so good to finally meet you for real! Come on, David is inside and I want to hear all about it from the both of you." Chelsea gave Chris as big of a hug that a 5'4 woman of her physique could handle before stepping out of the way to let the group in.

"Hey Chelsea. I brought some beer if you're running low." Brent held up the case of alcohol that caused Chelsea's eyes to light up like a child on Christmas.

"Oooh, perfect! Chris, could you be a dear and sit those in the kitchen with the rest?"

"I sure can. Where will I meet you's when I'm done?"

"Just in the main room, maybe outside by the pool. You're tall so you should be able to find us easily. Thanks again Chris!" Chelsea gave Chris another hug and led his group deeper into the party.

Chris stood in the foyer and looked around at the doorways that led to different rooms. Seeing people come out of a room behind the stairs with full drinks, he decided that must be where the kitchen was located. Turns out his assumption was right as once he stepped through the doorway and was met with rows and rows of alcoholic beverages that were littered over every surface imaginable. Chris entered the kitchen and placed the case of beers on whatever space was left on the table and turned around to leave the kitchen to join his friends, but was stopped when he saw a familiar face.

"Well well well. If it isn't Christopher McCorquodale." Chris looked up at the Hispanic beefcake that was Damien Morales as he smiled down at the Scot through his dark curls.

"If it isn't the guy who made the whole school figure out I'm gay."

"Hey, you got a boyfriend out of it. You should be thanking me! Speaking of boyfriend, where is the guy? I've been meaning to find out what it is you see in a douche like him."

"Hey hey, he may be a douche on the field but he's a goofy bastard. My goofy bastard. I know he's around here somewhere.." The two left the kitchen and strolled back into the foyer in their search for David. Chris couldn't help but notice how people's glances would linger on the two now that they knew they both were on the fruitier side of things. Maybe being out wasn't as easy as Chris thought it would be.

"There he is! I'd recognise that mop he calls a mullet any day." Damien pointed over to the dining room where David was engrossed in a game of beer pong. Chris noticed that he was up against Craig and, remembering the previous conversation they had together, he decided to play a bit of matchmaker.

"Hey, Damien. I've got a little secret to tell you, lean down." Damien glanced down at Chris and bent his knees to level his ears with Chris' mouth.

"See Craig over there? You know him, right?"