*Roses POV*
Adam placed a red solo cup in my hands and I could have smelt the beer a mile away. He fell into the sand next to me slurring his words mumbling gibberish.
"You're drunk, Adam."
"Hell yeah I am! This is a party!" He whooped raising his glass and laughing hysterically. I shook my head and stared out at the ocean.
"Oh so you want it now?" His raspy voice whispered in my ear.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know" He bluntly told me licking his lips.
"Yeah ok"
"The only reason I asked you to be my girlfriend was because it would be easier to get into your pants. You moved here because of an abusive ex boyfriend when he found out you were a slut." He snapped the waist band on my pats and I inhaled sharply.
All of a sudden he crashed his drunken lips onto my sober ones and shoved his tongue down my throat. Not the way I thought I'd spend my first kiss, at all.
I attempted to push him away but he kissed me harder and fell ontop of me. He started grinding his hips into mine and a moan left his lips.
"You naughty girl not here." He winked at me pulling me up. Wasn't he the one that had moaned? Dick.
His eyes travelled up my tanned legs, that were showing due to my shorts, up to my boobs which were being shown on display due to my tight tank top.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me back to his truck leaving the music, party, and people behind us. He pushed me against the car and started widly kissing me again. I felt him against my leg and I shuddered.
"Who told you I was a slut?" I asked once he moved to my neck kissing and sucking.
"Eric."
"Ok Eric who?"
"Westview." Oh Eric was a super smart freshman that was taking the summer classes with us and he had once asked me out. I obviously told him no but well.
"We can't do this." I tried to wiggle away.
"That's fine you're already mine." He blew on his handiwork and smirked at me. I could feel the bruise on my neck and mentally cursed.
I reached into his pocket, which he greedily allowed, and snatched his keys pointing to the passenger seat so he would get in. He shrugged and did as he was told.
I was nobody's to claim.
*Nialls POV*
I left the stage with a seriously weird feeling deep in my gut. Something wasn't right but I didn't know what it was.
The performance had been crap on my part and that's because I only had two things on my mind. Morgan and Rose. Rose because I was worried about her. I hadn't seen her in a month and a week. Morgan because I didn't know what was up her butt.
She has been acting weird ever since Rose left.
If I call her she has something she has to go do.
She "doesn't get" my texts.
All I want to know is where Rose is!
To Morgan: Come over we need to talk (A/N I wrote this and then "Come Over" by Kenny Chesney came on my Pandora and I just sorry...Go back to reading)
I knew she was in town since her and Harry had started dating. To Niall: Can't. Busy.
To Morgan: Doinn what sitting in your room?
