Who invited you?

Chapter 5

Mia

Why is this happening to me? I do not deserve this. I’m a good kid, a great friend and an amazing sister! Even though I might’ve lost my best friend and am currently dancing with my brothers’ British one—there’s no need for details but overall, I’m a good person.

As the rhythm of the song sped up, James and I did also. Although my mind was partly screaming no, my body was craving the British invasion. Dancing with James gave me the adrenalin rush I craved, knowing that I was with someone I shouldn’t makes everything that much hotter. Not like he needed a boost in that department anyway.

But being with British James was also torturing. Why did he have to be friends with my brother? I am in complete agony. I want to go full whore, but I can’t in case my brother finds out.

Ben, I hate you.

I looked up and my eyes met with his blue ones as they glistened with amusement, but he wasn’t looking at me. In fact, he was looking ahead at something… or someone.

I rolled my eyes as the mood of the club changed. He’s staring at a girl, I can sense it. I’ll kill her. I’ll rip her throat out and feed her to sheep. Or maybe I can sell her to the mafia, or even ship her off to Mexico.

Don’t you dare judge me.

I followed his gaze and my eyes landed on a girl whom was dripping wet by the bar.

And she was only wearing her underwear.

What a fucking slut. She was glancing over the dance floor in search of something, but then a guy pinched her ass. She turned around and I laughed—that’s what you get for being a whore. I mean seriously, she must’ve lost her self-respect faster than her… is that a transformers tattoo?

God dammit Beth.

As she turned to face the crowd, her expression was splattered with concern. Something must’ve happened… how can I get over there? There’s only one way I can think of, but I’ve never done it alone.

Please lord, be on my side tonight.

I turned to face James and rested my hands softly against his chest. He was still staring off into the distance so I started tracing small circles against his shirt, catching his attention. “There are a lot of people in this club, I’m sure this night has been stressful on you,” I said as he chuckled. He was about to say something, but I pressed my index finger upon his warm lips, “I think you need something to relieve that stress.” I said as I started to kiss his neck. “I can tell you’ve seen my friend over there; the one wearing underwear.”

“Hard to miss,” he replied coolly.

“Well we’re both givers and relievers, and I’m sure she wouldn’t hesitate to help.” I said while switching to his opposite side.

“That’s sounds like a great idea,” he said while giving my butt a soft squeeze.

“James!” a boy shouted over the loud music—it sounded slightly familiar, “James you wanker!”

I felt him chuckle against me as he lent to whisper in my ear, “Hold on for a second.” He turned around but still kept a firm grip on my waist, “Dude I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“I’ve been upstairs with this girl who had chlamydia!” he replied, “We need to keep this place STD-free.”

Who is this kid, he sounds so familiar…

“What are we going to do to stop that?” James laughed, “Inspect everyone who comes in?”

I glanced at the stranger and I actually felt my stomach drop. Of course it had to be Ben.