¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

1.7

And then, I found myself in the center of the living room, dancing with Kai's hands on my hips. The alcohol ran through my veins, mixing with the music in my system. My hips were moving in ways I had forgotten they could. I felt free as if I couldn't be tamed. My body was hot with sweat on the surface, but nothing had felt this refreshing in my life. And that night I felt alive. Doing things I thought I didn't like. Turns out, I did.

And I felt like the same me, the same old me.

I couldn't walk straight, and my heartbeat was so fast like never before. But I felt like nothing in the world could bring me down. The control wasn't in Melanie anymore. And God, did it feel good being reckless, breaking your own rules? The rush I felt going through my body as my hands were around a stranger's neck was something I didn't expect to miss. But I did. And I was having fun while doing so. 

Kai laughed at my jokes even when I told him the punch line wrong. He made my body feel electric. And he made me feel like I'd be young forever, go through the same events every night. It was unfair I had to go through tears so I could laugh with a cool guy around my arm. And it was even worse that I laughed harder when my eyes recognized Aiden between the dozens of hot bodies. Even drunk, she was all I could think about. And I had someone to distract me from those thoughts, yet I still wanted her.

My hands went down his chest as I let my hand fall on the other girl's shoulder. She moved my hips against mine as I giggled. The colorful lights were blinding me as the music got more intense. And then everything went downhill. I started to feel suffocated by the two bodies pressed against mine. The music no longer could hide my heavy breathing under its catchy tunes. All I could hear were laughs as I tried to go where the music was not so loud. The dark purple blinding lights hit my skin, making it itch harder. I couldn't help but sting harshly over the already reddening skin.

Pushing the kitchen door with my foot, I realized how dry my mouth had gotten. The two teenagers in the corner were becoming more and more in number as I walked closer to the fridge. My skin was still itching as the irritation continued to other parts of my body. My stomach was the most painful area as I didn't scratch the infected skin. The cold beer burned the inside of my hand, making me grunt. I struggled to take off the cap, hitting on it with a part of the counter under the lid more and more harshly. And as I wasn't able to do so, my throat became bitterly thirsty. My palms sweated more making it hard to open. My eyes went dark for a few moments when I couldn't bare anymore. And without even having a second thought about it, I had already hit the opening of the bottle to the side of the counter, breaking it to pieces.

With the first sip, the itching became more tolerable. But it wasn't enough, I wanted it gone. So I drank and drank but reactions became stronger and stronger as I did so. It all went away when I cut my lip on the broken glass when someone put their hand on my shoulder. Broken from the tranquility I looked down at my feet where the glass was scattered around, and a tiny puddle was forming from the spilled alcohol. Blood dropped on my shoe as I froze in my place, breathing too fast to do anything else. 

Fingertips curled around my chin, making me turn my body with my head to the person, breaking my hypnosis. He was leaning over me, his body too close to mine. As dazed as always, he glanced at my lips. Furrowing his brows in concern, he brushed over my cut with his finger. The simple act made my body tremble.

''You good?'' his words came with long pauses between them, making him sound higher than he already was.

I shook my head with my hand going to hold his thumb. 

''No, but you can make me.''

My hand pulled his finger back to my lips as I got it in my mouth, licking it clean. His lips curled into a toothy smile. I smiled back when I heard hic cute chuckle. No matter how much he tried to look big and scary, he had a teddy bear smile. And now that I had captured his attention, I wanted to make a good impression. After all, Molly wasn't a girl to be forgotten easily.