Family Business

11. Fleeing

**Faith POV**

I was pretty far gone very early into the party. The girls I had met up with were pouring liquor into my mouth and they kept playing songs that had us shaking our asses on each other.

Some guys tried to approach us, one holding an entire vat of salsa and a handful of chips. He was stumbling drunk, and as he approached us, he nearly fell. The salsa basically coated my coverup, and I drunkenly shed it off me, tossing it randomly somewhere and revealing my white bikini.

"Ahhhhh! Girl, you're so hot!" One screamed drunkenly at me, dumping more vodka in my mouth sloppily, making it pour down my chin. We laughed manically at this.

"What the fuck is that?!" Another one shouted to me, pointing at my boobs. I looked down to see Xavier's hickeys still proudly on my chest, creeping out of the top and not well covered.

"A mistake. Two of 'em, actually." I slurred to her, making her laugh loudly. We got back to dancing and I pretty much lost all track of time. Some guy started flirting with me heavy, and I was more than happy to take the drinks he was bringing me and dance with him as a reward.

Until someone gripped my arm, tugging me away. I turned to shoot them a glare, before I saw it was Axton with an amused smirk on his face.

"What, you gonna hit me?" He teased, and my glare immediately dropped to a laugh.

"I was thinking about it."

"We've gotta head home. It's getting way too late." His eyes fell down my body, and I could tell he was super drunk and hazy, "Damn. Xavier really bruised you up, huh?"

I immediately covered it with my hand, feeling the blush burn at me, "He is such a fucking dickhead."

"Kinda looks hot," I sent him a glare, and he just chuckled at me, "We've got to get you home."

He basically drug me out while my girls tried to keep me there, and I was thrown out into the night where Blaine was waiting out front.

"Fuck, how many friends did you make out there? Thought I was never getting you out." Axton snapped, lighting up a cigarette as we started walking. "I have to get you back by 1 am. You need to pack your shit up and be ready to leave in the morning."

Blaine whined, "He made me leave, too. So boring."

"Ugh, you shouldn't have invited the fun police," Blaine and I grabbed each other to steady ourselves while Axton shook his head, a little amused smile on his face while Blaine and I started singing a Pierce the Veil song. I saw the house come into view, and that's when I realized I was way too exposed to go inside, "Oh shit, I forgot my cover up! I can't go home like this. Axton, give me your shirt."

He shook his head, blowing smoke, "You're fine. You had no problem with it with countless strangers at the party."

"Come onnnnn," I let go of Blaine to grab Axton, bunching his shirt in my hands, "You don't even get it, I'll be murdered the second I walk in."

"Then you should have kept your stupid fucking nun cloak!"

"Someone spilt salsa on me and I think it was used to mop up vomit later. It's dead to me."

"Take Blaine's shirt. I'm not getting my head ripped off when you waltz in there in my shirt."

"Bullshit. Blaine's shirt's covered in booze and whatever he ate tonight. Come on! I'll give it back."

"Ugh. As long as you stop fucking whining." He pulled it off and handed it to me just as we got near the house, and I pulled it over my head, effectively covering myself. I went back to Blaine once my mission was complete.