I Want Him. | Stutters

°• ~ Part Sixteen ~•°

Stan's POV

After finished getting dressed then leaving Kyle's house, I slid my coat on as I quickly walked towards Butters' place. Once I got there, I knocked at his door. There was no answer though.

I didn't understand why he didn't answer.. Usually he would. Or he was still upset about what happened between us.

I took a deep breath then knocked again. "Hey, Butters.. I'm sorry for upsetting you the other day. I was upset about Kyle and I just took all my anger out on you. Which wasn't fair.." I looked down. "So, I'm sorry.. I hope you can forgive me..."

I waited until Butters said something or maybe could've open the door or something. But there was still nothing.

"Butters?" I knocked again. Still nothing.

"He's not there.. Fuck." I turned away from the door then leaned against it while looking around. "Where are you Butters..?"

Leopold's POV

I ended up getting myself so drunk to the point I couldn't even see shit. Everytime I tried to walk, I kept tripping over my own feet.

Everytime I walked by someone, I made a joke to them then laughed about it. They wouldn't laugh. But it's okay, I laugh at my own jokes.

I held a glass of beer in my hand and danced to the music. I took a sip and raised my arms in the air while moving my hips from side to side.

My heart skipped as soon as I felt someone behind me. Since I was so drunk, I was imagining it was Stan.

This time I slid my body against the person who was dancing against me from behind. I laid the back of my head against them with my eyes closed.

The person who I thought was Stan gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me with him. Instead of fighting him away, I just followed him.

I could tell we were outside because I could easily hear the cars while we were walking. As soon as my back was pushed against a wall by a body, I reopened my eyes to look.

Fear washed over me when I realized this person wasn't Stan. It was the creepy guy who kept watching me for hours. When I was about to yell for help, he wrapped his hand over my mouth so nobody could hear me.

I turned my head away and squeezed my eyes shut as he moved his face closer to mine.

He squeezed my face with the hand that was covering my mouth. "You were perfectly fine dancing against me back there. What's wrong now sugar?"

I tried to move my face away from his hand, but he only squeezed it tighter. Instead of answering his questions, I tried to headbutt him but that got me nowhere. He just hit my head against the wall which hurt like hell..

I closed my eyes as I felt his rough dry lips against the side of my neck. It was my fault. If I just stayed home, none of this would've happened.

A warm tear slid down my cheek.