Wayne McCullough

♡ In the dark ♡

||It was the night of one of the biggest house parties for the students of Emerson, it was held almost every year at a friends house to celebrate the end of summer. With almost 100 people attending, these parties were the talk of the school for the remainder of the year. Aug 27||

"Whoo!" Nadine laughed after completing her 3rd round of shots with her friends Maxine and Nikki. Her cheeks and ears flushed a subtle red, she felt herself happily warm from the alcohol, she managed to put her hair up somewhat roughly to cool down.

"Are you okay ? Are you gonna be sick ?" Nikkie exclaimed worriedly as she leaned over the counter top towards Nadine.

"Mhn.. what? No no .. I'm gonna be fine." She chuckled at Nikkis worried face giving her a gentle reassuring hug. "I'm gonna go dance a little... see what people are up to eh?" She smiled raising an eyebrow as she finished her drink in a swift swig.

Working her way through the room of crowded people she wedged into a comfy spot, although the bass from the music made her feel as though she had a hair ball stuck in her throat.

Regardless she danced in a happy drunken state working her moves, until she felt someone snatch her from behind.

"What the fuck?!" She whipped her head around to a familiar face of James dean, it wasn't uncommon for him to get like this when he was drunk but she'd never seen him so intoxicated. "Let go of me james!"

"What's the matter Angel? " He laughed entertained by her frantic expression he took it further to lift her up over his shoulder showing off his dumb muscles. "Is the view better from up there?" He grinned flinching threatening to drop her in a teasing manner.

"You're drunk you're gonna drop me!" She cried out resting her right hand on the top of his head and the other on his back so she wouldn't completely dangle.

"The fucks going on ?" A familiar accent worked its way through the crowd to a more so familiar face.

'When the fuck did Wayne get back?' Nadine thought to yourself as she bonked james on the top of his head repeatedly in demand of release. "James please!" She said trying to rush the drunken delinquent, if Wayne was going to snap again this could go bad. "It's okay Wayne I-I've got this."

His brow furrowed at the sight of james taunting her, in a somewhat drunken state himself ,he couldn't help but feel his anger build up again until it was too late. As the two argued longer more spectators stopped by, until Wayne ended up inevitably approaching James face to face through the cluster of other people. He violently kneed the other right to the crotch, not sparing him a chance he couldn't resist head butting him for good measures whilst his defences were down. With the tall man slightly hunched he held a hand out for Nadine whilst placing his other on the small of the back helping her down. "You alright?" He cleared his throat looking at Nadine clearly frustrated.

James kneeled to the floor with a painful wail covering his crotch, received by a synchronised
"oof" from the crowd watching. "You fucking get back here right now!" James bellowed absolutely infuriated by how much Wayne had humiliated him. "You wanna start butting foreheads? I'd like to see your ass handle it outside." He growled slowly steadying himself up again.

"You think I cant fucking take it ? I'll give you a piece of this-" Wayne hissed with venom before finding himself pushed backwards into a pitch black enclosed space with someone else, locking the door behind them.
"Who is it ? Nadine ?" He called out as his eyes adjusted to the dark box, slightly stumbling backwards against a bunch of boxes feeling another's body press against his own.

"You can't be pulling shit like that Wayne, not again." Nadine's soft voice appeared under his chin a lot closer than he'd imagined her to be, making him realise just how small the space actually was. In the moment she couldn't think of anything else but to shove him into the closet to defuse the tension between the two, and it didn't seem as if her makeshift plan was failing yet.