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TENSION was the word to put it, a strange but yet exciting word. Every time there would be tension between us , maybe even sexual. I
I WATCHED as one by one a girl had made their way up to his room cheerfully, three at a time even. they had squealed and blushed the entire way. it disgusted me to watch how easily he got them-
got him.
i could feel the heat emitting from my body as a group of previous girls had begun to jump up and down at the experience, speaking to each other about every detail. like he was Some damn ride at the carnival.
"why the fuck am i even here?" i mumble, sucking on another lime after the shot i downed had begun to burn.
i hated the way i wanted him so badly. i wanted everything these girls had and more. i wanted to experience the touch those girls got but all to myself, the way his hands explored every part and his lips kissing every little crevice. god it ate at me.
the only way to mask the jealousy was to drink every last bit of my heart away. each girl was a fucking shot down the throat. enough to keep me warm and feel absolutely nothing. my heart beginning to quicken as the music coursed through me. i couldn't help but roll my eyes in disgust as i watched him make his way down the stairs, a drink in one hand as a few girls followed behind.
fuck this, i came to have fun not continue to sulk about this boy. i toss down my large leathered jacket to the arm chair i wobbled towards. my red laced dress had hugged each one of my curves perfectly; accentuating my boobs and hips. the music began to get louder the closer i got to the large speakers, the bass was felt throughout my entire body as i moved along with it.unbothered that not even the hands groping me could bother me. although...they did start to get lower than wanted. it was hard to control what this person had begun, i was dizzy, drunk, not able to comprehend the movements.
i wanted Robin to be able to watch me with this mystery man. man of course by the large, muscly build the hands had a grip on me- yet it was so uncomfortable for me to try and enjoy this.
"yo." i slur, pushing like in a dream to get the hands off,
"oh c'mnon...you like it." the deep voice had a tone enough to make me want to vomit, it was cringe, queasy, everything bad all at once.
"gross! stop." i began to fight as his arms wrap around my waist still not enough fight to cause a scene.
"hey, hey, hey! she's obviously not enjoying this." i watch to uneasily view Robin tugging at the man's shoulder.
"oh fuck off!" he was clearly not sober, I then heard a chuckle come from Robin. Suddenly Robin pounded his fist onto the drugged man. As he met the ground. The drugged man waves his hand at the both of us in a angry gesture before muttering out "fine, she's yours"
"'didn't need the help." i huffed, pulling down my dress,
"ïm not" he grabbed at my wrist, tugging me upstairs. i didn't want to fight the way i did with the other guy. "h-huh?" i shake my head, watching him close and lock the bathroom door,
