Lets 's play dare...

11- Not what I planned

•Cassie's POV•

We arrived at the Manchester's place and hour late but who cares? I didn't dress up as much because I'll leave soon anyways.

I looked for Keith all around and he was talking to the jocks in the corner who was gulping down beers. I tapped on his shoulder and he quickly turned around.

"Cass!" He crushed his lips to mine and the stench of alcohol flowed in my nose and so did he taste. He's drunk. "Cass! My Cass!" He said again.

Hendrix was a meter away with a disapproving look on his face, that would be my reaction too if some slut is flirting with him. There was no preppy to be seen but everyone else was here, I don't doubt they'll attend rascal parties.

"We need to talk," I told him.

I led him towards the empty hall for privacy and Keith looked at me with anticipation in his eyes.

"Keith... This is not gonna work out," I simply said and his face fell, I instantly felt guilty and didn't know what to do.

"It's because of Hendrix isn't it?" He frowned. I didn't answer and just looked down the floor.

"I'm sorry," I apologize and he muttered a cuss. There was silence between us then he took a step towards me and held my waist firmly.

"I really like you Cassandra," he began to nuzzle my neck and I stood frozen under his grasp.

I'm not a slut so I pushed him off politely but his lips didn't follow, it was glued on my neck.

"Keith. Keith!" I said a little loudly and that snapped him out of his moment, finally pulling away.

He looked at me deeply then caressed my lips smoothly with his thumb. My stomach fluttered with his touch and I didn't know why I felt this way.

"You're so beautiful Cass," he huskily said and I'm not even sure he can see straight.

"And you're drunk!" I held his shoulders because it looks like he was about to fall.

"No I'm not!" He slurred, I looked down the hallway and figured that one of the room is his. This break up is not going well as I expected.

"C'mon, which one is yours?" I asked, helping him walk. "How many did you drink?" I added.

"2... Too many," he chuckled and I shook my head in disappointed. First time he got drunk with beer and some other liquor.

Keith ignored my first question and just walked straight down the hallway. He stopped in front of a door, waiting for me to open it up. I twisted the knob and entered his room. Even his room is fancy and well maintained.

He kicked the door close with his foot and I guided him to his bed. Dang! He is drunk as hell and I kinda feel bad for him.

I pulled up the sheets like a little boy when he was lying down and was about to leave when he snatched my wrist.

"Cass, come lie down with me," he requested and his eyes were soft, looking at me intently.

"But I have to-" I have to go back to Hendrix. Before I can say that, he cut me off.

"Please," he pleaded and I sighed.

"Fine!" Keith scooted over and I lay myself beside him under the sheets. "But only for a while," I pointed out.

"I just want to hold you," his arms wrapped around my waist as he held me tightly. This was totally not the right time to talk about breaking up, in fact it was comforting even though Keith smelled like alcohol, it felt nice.