Deviance

Chapter 1

I stare out the window at the trees passing by the car. The green leaves looked blurry as we zoomed past.
"Can you stop looking so depressed, Auburn? We're going to a party, not jail." Kate rolls her eyes at me.
"You are right, it's not prison. It's just my own personal hell." I give her the most sarcastic smile I could muster.
I hate going out with my best friend. I don't particularly like being around people, especially not intoxicated ones with lowered inhibitions. I just always allow her to drag me with, because I'm scared that something might happen to her if she's alone. I don't want that guilt on my conscience.
"You really need to stop being so dramatic. At least try to have fun tonight. Get a guy to fuck you or something. It'll help you relax."
I give Kate a side eye. She knows better. I'm not that type of girl. I don't just sleep around for the sake of having a good time. I have nothing against women experiencing pleasure from a different man every night, it just isn't for me.
Kate cuts off the engine. We get out of the car and ogle the huge concrete building in front of us. It looks like an abandoned bank, but why would anyone have built a bank out in the middle of nowhere? Maybe that's why it's been closed down for what seems to be a very long time. As every television real-estate agent would say: they didn't think about location, location, location.
Flashing lights in all colours imaginable blind me as I enter the rave. The scent of alcohol and human perspiration hang thick in the air. It infiltrates my nostrils in the most unpleasant way. My face twists in disgust. This is just one of the many reasons why I didn't like social events.
I look to my left where Kate had been standing a few seconds ago, but I can't seem to find her. I search the crowd for her face. I catch a glimpse of her black hair disappearing up the stairs. A sexy blonde boy follows right on her heels. It seems she already found someone to satiate her appetite for the night.
I shake my head at her behaviour as I walk over to the small lounge area filled with a few red leather couches. I spot an open one-seater and rush to claim it as mine before someone else does.
This is so like Kate to drag me to a party just to end up ditching me to hook up, but I try not to let it bother me too much.

I relax into the chair as I analyse the people surrounding me. The rest of the couches are covered in either couples whose favourite activity is sucking each other's faces off or drunk idiots who are passed out already.
I don't understand them. Is this behaviour truly what they'd categorize as fun?
I cannot wrap my head around the fact that they actually enjoy this. Being promiscuous, getting wasted, grinding your ass on some stranger's junk just to end up having a meaningless one-night stand... Am I the weirdo for not liking it?
But I'm not saying that what they are doing is wrong. It's their life and they get to choose how to live it. I mean, my best friend is a self-proclaimed slut and I still have a lot of respect for her. Kate Kingsley is one of the toughest and strongest people I have ever met.
She works her ass off at university to become a lawyer in the future. She is passionate and dedicated on top of being a party girl. I guess that those who work hard, play even harder.
The only thing I enjoy about parties is the people watching. No, not in a creepy way. I just enjoy seeing the different effects of alcohol and whatever drugs happens to be circulating on all of the party goers. Everyone reacts differently to the substances. It fascinates me.
My eyes roam around the room. There are a bunch of giggling, scantily clothed girls in the middle of the dancefloor. They are what you'd call: happy drunks. To their left is a man and a woman. They were dancing in a very inappropriate way just a few seconds ago, but the girl emptied the contents of her stomach on his shoes just now. She is a sloppy drunk.
The people on the couches surrounding me are either affectioned drunks – the ones giving each other tongue baths or blackout drunks – the ones who have already lost consciousness. There are a few other types of drunks, like aggressive and reckless ones, but they usually rear their heads later in the evening.
I contemplate if I want to go in search of Kate or stay on the couch. It has been half an hour since she ran off with that guy. Hopefully she is finished with him and ready to go home. I don't want to be here any longer than I must.
I scan the crowd one last time to see if my friend hasn't come downstairs yet. But then something else captures my attention...
My breath gets caught in my throat and my heart beats rapidly in my chest. Shit! I don't know who the guy is that just entered the room, but he is the most attractive creature I have ever seen in my entire existence.
I bite my lip as I eye him up and down. He is tall, dark and handsome. Jet-black hair and smouldering obsidian eyes. A rugged jawline and a dimple in his left cheek. A muscular frame clothed in black. I didn't usually pay much attention to looks, but there is no denying how gorgeous he is.
His sex appeal is through the roof, but I can sense that he is trouble. I tear my eyes away from him and try to focus on anything but the way his plump lips looked so inviting.
I stare at the ground, using all of my mental strength to focus on the stain on the concrete next to my foot. I hope that it's just someone's drink that spilled and not someone's bodily fluids.