I shift my focus from the other girl and return my gaze to Nat, whose close proximity immediately draws my attention. Her leg casually slips between mine, and my thoughts shift from the scene around us to the unexpected intimacy that's unfolding.
A finger beneath my jawline redirects my gaze, and the joint that had been between my lips is now absent, replaced by her touch. Another hand joins the scene, resting beside my head, and her eyes, magnetic and intense, find their way to my lips. The moment hangs in the air like a suspended breath before she leans in, bridging the gap between us.
My arm instinctively wraps around her, tugging her closer to me, the grip of my hand on her leather jacket reflecting both a desire to pull her nearer and the chaos that's swirled around us. Meanwhile, my free hand ventures into the soft tangle of her hair, fingers weaving through the strands with a gentleness that contradicts the energy of the space.
Time blurs as her lips meet mine, and for those fleeting seconds, it's like the world narrows down to just the sensation of her against me. When she finally pulls away, the space between us feels like a chasm, and I can't help but sport a smile in response to the one that graces her lips.
Her whispered words linger like a promise in the charged atmosphere, and her actions convey a kind of craving that resonates deeply within me. "I can't get enough of you," she murmurs, and my own response is almost instinctual. "So get as much as you can," I counter, words that seem to hang in the air like a challenge.
Her grin, infectious and genuine, tells me that she's not one to back down from a challenge. But the reality of our surroundings brings a dose of practicality, as she scans the area around us. "I'll have to wait until we're back home," she muses, her gaze meeting mine briefly before she hands over the joint, effectively shifting the focus back to the shared moment between us.
A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as the joint becomes a momentary refuge, a familiar taste and sensation that offers a brief respite from the tumultuous reality around me. The fragrant smoke swirls in the air, mirroring the haze that's settled over my thoughts. But that tranquility is short-lived, shattered by a voice that pierces through the fog and jolts me back to the present.
Turning my head, I'm met with an all-too-familiar sight: the girl from the previous party, a figure who seems to exist solely to disrupt any semblance of peace in my life. Nat's dismissive scoff echoes my sentiments, her lack of acknowledgment a testament to her disdain for this unwelcome interloper.
Instinctively, my hands snake around Nat's waist, a protective gesture that feels both necessary and instinctual. I'm not about to let this intrusion escalate into something more than it needs to be.
"What do you want?" I ask, my tone laced with impatience. The urge to cut through the awkwardness and get to the root of the matter is strong, my patience worn thin by these incessant disturbances.
Her reply drips with innuendo, her words practically oozing with hidden meanings. "Her," she says with a sly wink, her tone laden with implications that I'd much rather ignore. Frustration bubbles within me, and I tighten my grip on Nat's waist, silently conveying that she's off-limits.
Making my stance absolutely clear, I fix my gaze on the girl. "She's mine, and I don't like sharing," I retort, my words firm and devoid of any ambiguity. The sense of ownership I exude is meant to ward off any misguided attempts at getting closer to Nat.
A quick glance at Nat reveals her raised eyebrow, a silent comment on the absurdity of the situation. She leans in, her whisper vibrating through me with a jolt of unexpected amusement. "That made me wet," she murmurs, her words carrying a provocative undertone that I struggle to keep a straight face at.
In a hushed voice, I respond, "Not right now," acutely aware of the comedic timing of her comment and how it contrasts with our current circumstances.
As my attention returns to the persistent girl, her words hit like a challenge, like a gauntlet thrown at my feet. "She won't be for long," she claims, her grip on Nat's forearm a tangible display of her persistence.
My reaction is immediate, an almost primal urge to protect Nat at all costs. Pushing the girl away, I create a physical barrier between her and Nat, a clear signal that her advances are neither wanted nor welcomed. And then, propelled by a surge of adrenaline and an innate need to defend what's mine, I deliver a punch that finds its target—her nose.
The unexpected punch sets off a chaotic sequence of events that unfold in a blur. The girl stumbles back, her hand instinctively flying to her nose as shock registers across her face. It's as if the world around us momentarily freezes, the air electric with tension as we stand there, two opposing forces locked in a standoff.
But that fleeting moment of stillness is shattered as the girl's shock gives way to anger, her eyes narrowing with a dangerous intensity. Without warning, she launches herself at me, her movements fueled by a cocktail of humiliation and fury. Instinct kicks in as I brace for impact, my muscles tensing in preparation for the collision.
Our bodies collide with a jolt, the force of her attack propelling us both backward. The sound of a struggle fills the air as we grapple with each other, a chaotic dance that's fueled by raw emotion. Adrenaline courses through my veins, sharpening my senses as I respond to her onslaught with a mix of defensive maneuvers and instinctual counterattacks.
Amidst the tangle of limbs and flailing fists, time loses its meaning, each second blending into the next in a whirlwind of motion. The party seems to spin around us as we fight for control, our breaths coming in ragged gasps, sweat-soaked skin sliding against each other in a chaotic rhythm.
The girl's determination is evident in the fierce glint in her eyes, her every move driven by a desire to prove herself. But I'm equally determined, my every action fueled by a fierce protectiveness over Nat and an unwillingness to let this situation escalate further.
In the midst of the scuffle, a surge of thoughts floods my mind, ranging from the absurdity of the situation to the realization that this entire ordeal is straight out of a bad action movie.
Nat's swift reaction is like a lifeline in the midst of the chaos. She's a force of calm amidst the storm, her quick thinking and protective nature evident as she bends down to separate the tangled mess that the girl and I have become. Her touch is a soothing balm as she pulls me closer, her fingers brushing against my face to wipe away the blood that mingles with the tension in the air.
The concern etched across Nat's features isn't lost on me. I offer her a faint, reassuring smile, my attempt at conveying that I'm alright despite the mess we've found ourselves in. "I told her you were mine," I say, the words slipping out almost naturally, a testament to the possessiveness that's been brewing within me.
A strained laugh escapes Nat's lips, the tension between us palpable as she drops her head onto my shoulder. The weight of the situation hangs heavily between us, an unspoken acknowledgment of the gravity of what just transpired. "Yeah, you did," she replies, the edge in her voice revealing a mix of emotions that I can't quite decipher.
She pulls away slightly, concern etched into every line of her expression. "Are you okay?" Her words carry a sincerity that's hard to ignore, and I appreciate her genuine concern.
I offer a nonchalant shrug, my gaze momentarily dropping to the floor where the girl lies, a stark reminder of the consequences of our clash. I can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction in seeing her injuries, a testament to the fact that I wasn't about to back down from defending what's mine.
"I'll be okay," I assert, my voice holding a confidence that's fueled by the rush of adrenaline still coursing through me. Nat's touch on my hand is grounding, her grip a silent promise of support as she takes control of the situation.
"Let me get you home," she says, her words a mix of practicality and care. In the aftermath of the messy scene, her presence is like a lifeline, a reminder that amidst the chaos and poorly scripted drama, there's someone who genuinely cares about my well-being. And as we navigate the aftermath together, I can't help but think that this is a story that's far from well-written, a tale of unpredictability and absurdity that seems determined to play out no matter how much I wish to distance myself from it.
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EIGHTEEN || SEVENTEEN spin off ||
FanficY/N Taylor and Natalie Scatorccio have just been outed as a couple.
