A Broken Beauty

Chapter eight

Another one! >:P

"So our date tonight is canceled because of the party, how about this weekend?" Miller asked while staring into my eyes.

"I'd love to." I said with a goofy grin on my face.

"Good. Also, The party is over at Derek's boat house, so we need to start getting ready now." He said with a smirk on his face.

"O-okay." I said trying to hide the blush on my face. Miller just chuckled and lightly gripped my hand tugging me to his bedroom. I put all of my stuff into his room, just until his mom gets out of the hospital and finds a better sleeping arrangement.

When we got into his room I went straight for my bag, knowing that it's gonna take me longer to get ready than him. I looked through my clothes wondering if I had even bought a party dress. Eventually I found a white cocktail dress that went into a sweetheart neckline and then was connected by some white lace that went to my forearm. I paired that with some bright blue stilettos I found at the mall that were TO DIE FOR. I brushed through my hair letting its waviness take control and touched up my makeup.

"I'm gonna go change in the bathroom. I'll be right back." I mumbled when I found everything I needed. But before I could leave the room, I felt Miller grab my arm. He spun me around and took everything out of my arms. "Wha-" I tried to ask but was cut off when he pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked at first but quickly matched my kissing rhythm to his. I slowly trailed my arms up his back until they were wrapped around his neck. Miller huskily moaned and put his hands on my waist. I had to stand on my tippy toes to be able to kiss him but it was so worth it. I tangled my fingers into his hair and licked his bottom lip, pleading for entrance. Which he quickly allowed. Miller nudged my shirt up a little and traced patterns on my exposed skin. I accidentally let a soft moan escape my lips, and then quickly felt Millers smirk against my own. After a moment or two, Miller pulled away. Panting for breath.

"Mmm, well you can change now. I'm quite satisfied." He said with a wink before walking out of the room.

I just stood there shocked trying to gain my composure. I then quickly changed into my outfit and did a once over in the mirror. My hair was a wreck from Miller repeatedly tugging at it. I brushed through my brown hair and fixed my lipstick. I was actually impressed with what I pulled together. 'Not bad Taylor, not bad.' I mentally told myself.

When I finally found Miller, he was in a navy button up shirt and some jeans. He looked sexier than ever. I licked my lips hungrily, but slowly let them turn up into a smirk when I notices Millers eyes roaming over my whole body.

"Ahem." I joked only to have Millers eyes snap up to mine and a guilty smile spread across his face. I just chuckled and grabbed his hand, heading towards the front door.

The ride there was filled with meaningless chatter about why "Mean Girls" was a WAY better movie than "The Avengers". Gosh, boys could be sooo stupid. When we arrived, the party was already in full swing. Blaring music, cups scattered across the lawn, drunk teens making out everywhere. Just how I remember it.

"You ready?" Miller asked, grabbing my hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze. I nodded my head in response, getting out of the car and heading towards the party.

When we got to the door Miller opened it up for me, so gentlemen-like. I stepped through and was immediately smacked in the face with the smell of alcohol and sweat. I cringed my nose and tried to push through the mass amounts of people dancing. When I felt someone grab my hand I automatically knew it was Miller and entwined my fingers with his and pulled him along with me, trying to find the bar.

When I finally found the bar, I grabbed and unopened Coke and mixed it with some Jack Morgans. My favorite. I turned around to ask Miller what he wanted, but was greeted with a semi-familiar face.