Only for me | Draco Malfoy

2.

I stared blankly in the mirror. My closet mirror was tall enough for me to see myself completely. I'm not sure I like what I see in the mirror. I'm aware that I look good. I just seem to be empty. I seem lifeless.

The dress on my body is similar to the majority of the dresses I own. Short, but not so short as to flash anyone. The soft fabric of the pale blue sundress flowed over my curves. My long, blonde hair was styled in soft curls that wrapped around my bust and ended at my waist. My attention was drawn to the dark circles under my eyes. They were becoming increasingly severe, and I was surprised that no one had mentioned them.

There isn't anything in particular that is keeping me awake. I've got plenty of time to sleep. I just don't want to. I spend my nights mindlessly watching trashy television until well after midnight. I loved having time to myself at night. When it was quiet, peaceful, and, most importantly, no one was texting or calling me.

I quickly applied concealer under my eyes. It didn't completely conceal the dark circles, but it made me look less like a zombie. I grabbed my already packed duffel bag and made my way down the stairs, knowing that the group would be here in a moment to pick me up. Was I looking forwards to spending the weekend at Elijah's lake house? No, not at all. Was I looking forwards to drinking? Yes.

I dashed into the kitchen, knelt in front of my father's liquor cabinet. My fingers brushed against the dozens of bottles, but I had my eye on one in particular. Vodka. I grabbed an unopened bottle from the back and stuffed it into my bag. There would be plenty of alcohol, but I wanted one to myself. Simply in case.

"You know, most fathers would be concerned if their teen raided their liquor cabinet." From behind me, I heard my father say.

I got to my feet and turned to face him. I'm surprised he noticed me at all.

"But not you, right?" I tried to keep my voice as sweet as possible while forcing a small smile.

"That's correct. I have faith in you. Just no driving. Also, please drink responsibly." My father raised an eyebrow, as if he was doubting it himself.

"No driving." I confirmed that I would not be touching the wheel.

"Okay, darling. Have a good time. Please tell Kaitlin and Sarah that I said hello." He said this as he kissed me on the cheek and grabbed his keys from the wall.

He was undoubtedly returning to the office.

My mother died in a car accident when I was three years old. I barely remember her. My father was left to raise me, and he clearly had no idea what the fuck he was doing, so he mostly left me to my own devices. He spent the majority of his time at work and ignored me. It's not like he was aware of anything concerning. I'm sure if he knew what I did in my spare time, he'd have something to say about it. Maybe. At least, that's what I'd like to believe. He likes to tell me that he knew I was out drinking and partying, so rather than forcing me to be sneaky about it, as most teenagers do, he would rather be aware about it.

He wasn't, and I wasn't about to tell him.

When I heard the honk of a car horn outside, I dashed out the door, making sure to lock it behind me. Draco's SUV was already parked in the driveway. I tossed my bag into the trunk, covering the ones that were already there. I opened the back door, knowing that I would not be able to sit in the passenger seat.

Draco sat in the driver's seat, his gaze fixed on the steering wheel. He didn't even bother looking at me. Finn was sitting next to him, his phone plugged into the radio, and he appeared to be in charge of the music. I took a look around the remaining seats. Louis, Elijah, and Sarah were in the back row, and Kaitlin was happily perched in Louis's lap. Jacob, Harry, and Ryder were in the front row, spit-eating grins on their faces. I wanted to roll my eyes after only one minute.

"Angeline, sweetheart! You look fantastic." Kaitlin greeted me in her obviously, to me, not genuine voice.

As Louis kissed her neck, she laughed.

"Thanks. Are there not enough seats?" I grumbled, quickly noticing that there were none available.

"The disadvantage of being the last one picked up." Harry gave me a wink.

"We flipped a coin to see whose lap you're on."

"Flipped a coin?" My brow furrowed in suspicion as I asked him.

"Hold onto that thought." I said this as I walked back to the trunk, opened it, and took the bottle of vodka from my bag.

I twisted the cap until I heard the seal break. I absolutely adore that sound.

I drank a couple of gulps from the bottle, trying to ignore the taste as it passed. I'm not sure if holding your nose actually helps, but it was suggested to me at my first party, and I've done it ever since. I needed something to keep me from falling asleep on one of the guys' laps during the two-hour drive.

"Okay, where am I sitting?" After putting the bottle back in my bag and returning to the open car door, i questioned.

"Ryder's, the fortunate bastard." Harry muttered under his breath, glaring at Ryder.

I mentally sighed, relieved that I wouldn't have to sit on Harry's lap. In any case, Ryder was probably the best option. He was courteous with me. He didn't touch. Mostly.

I crouched as I climbed into the car, climbing over Harry and Jacob and settling into Ryder's lap. I gave him a small smile as I drew the seatbelt around both of us before shifting to a sideways position, leaning against the window. Finn cranked up the music again as Draco began driving.

"Angeline, I apologize. I would have offered you my seat, but none of the guys would let me sit on theirs." Ryder made a joke with me.

"Really? I'd have thought Harry would be more than willing to work with us." I retorted, thanking the alcohol for making me a little less grumpy.

"My lap is open to you seven days a week, Angeline, but I draw the line at Ryder." Harry said this as he reached over Jacob and punched Ryder in the arm.

"You didn't say that last weekend, man." Finn chimed in from the front, which made me laugh.

"I'm glad you're having fun with my misery, Angeline." Ryder mumbled, casting a snide look at Finn.

The car jerked to the side, causing my body to collide with Ryder, who wrapped his arm around my waist in an attempt to steady me.

"Shit. Sorry." Draco mumbled from the front.

"Misery?" I cocked my head, looking back at Ryder, confused.

"Yeah. Having a hot girl sit in your lap for hours on end is torture." Ryder chuckled, his hands still gripped around my waist.

"Of course, I should have realised. I'm sure Harry will gladly release you of the torture." I pretended to look at Harry, but Ryder cut me off.

"I'm confident I'll make it." He said it smoothly, winking at me.

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