One Night Partying

Chapter 2

*Picture is of Marcus ------------>

"Charli? Are you okay?"

I looked up, Jack Greens stood over me. "Uhhh....I..." i stammered, smoothing my skirt and drying my tears. "ya..n..nooo, no, I'm not okay." I sobbed.

Jack knelt beside me, and pulled me against his chest. for the first time all night I felt safe, safe in the arms of my worst enemy.

Ya that's right. Jack Greens and I have been fighting since Grade 2. When he stole the pair of earrings my father had given me, the day before he was killed in a line of duty. I don't know what happened to those damn earrings to this day.

"Shhh..." Jack whispered into my ear, rocking me back and forth in his arms. He held me for quite some time, until my tears were gone.

"I'll drive you home." He said, helping me to my feet.

Jack turned on a lamp, looking for his keys. "Jesus..." he gasped, actually seeing my face for the first time.

"What?" I asked.

"Uhh......." Jack stammered, still staring at me.

I scrabbled for my purse, pulling out my compact. "Shit...." I swore.

My lips were swollen and bruised from Marcus's mouth, my cheek was bruised where he had hit me, my hair was a disaster, and my mascara was smudged from crying.

Using a Kleenex from my purse, I wiped away the mascara and dabbed at my lips. i pulled my tangled hair into a messy bun. Jack still stood staring. But I didn't care, I was too preoccupied.

Marcus's lips, his body, the cruelness in his smirk, his need....

"Charli? Charli?"

Jack interrupted my thoughts. "Wha..what?"

"What the hell happened?"

"Nothing," I answered quickly, a little too quickly. "I...I fell."

"Right."

"Look Jack, i don't want to talk about it okay? I was too drunk, i fell down some stairs okay?"

"Fine" Jack said coldly, pulling me towards his car. We were silent the whole drive to my house. "Thanks Jack...for everything." I muttered, dragging my battered body up my front steps, and into my house.

Jack's POV

Fell down some stairs? Like hell. I put my car into reverse, and backed out Charli's driveway. Damn it, that woman was gonna tell me what happened! I drove carefully back to the party, aware of my alcohol level. I parked neatly beside the house and got out. the party was still wild, couples ground against each other, making out and caressing. I found Gillian, my girl-friend, grinding against Marcus, the Quarter-Back. I grabbed her arm, pulling her away, and shooting him my "Go to hell!" look.

"Hey! I was having fun," Gillian slurred, stumbling against me.

"Aww well, I guess you'll do.." she giggled drunkenly, putting her arms around me neck, grinding against me.

"Gill, not right now, let's go." I said

"What? But we just go here!" She yelled over the music.

"Ya, 4 hours ago."

"Really?"

"Ya, really."

"Oh, well, whatever." Gillian pulled my face down until my lips met hers. She let her tongue trail along my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

I sighed inwardly. What the hell. I opened my moth, thrusting my tongue into her's, massaging her tongue with mine. Gillian moaned, pressing closer. I lifted, her up without breaking the kiss and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist. Pleasure rippled through me, and I threw her down on an nearby couch. I straddled her waist, kissing down her neck, and jaw. Gillian grabbed at my shirt, pulling it over my head. She ran her hands down my chest, and I moaned. Her sharp nails nicked my skin. Damn she was sexy. She unbuckled my belt, and was about o unzip my jeans when I pulled away.

"What's wrong?" she whimpered, disapointed.

I ran my hand over my face. "Just tired."

I sat up, pulling my shirt back on. "Then come to bed," Gillian gave me her sexy smirk, running her hands across my thighs.

God it was hard to resist her. "No, I gotta go. do you need a ride home?"

Her smile vanished. "No, Marcus will drive me home," then she pulled herself off the couch and walked off.

So she was probably gonna sleep with Marcus? Who cares?Oh ya me. I'm her boyfriend. Gotta remember that. It's not like I loved her, and her me. It was simply a physical attraction. "Whatever." i muttered, standing up. It's not like it mattered.