Runaway ✧ w. stromberg

Bottoms Up

Chapter 4

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.:.Althea's POV.:.

"Explain to me exactly what that was..." I demanded of Wesley.

"I don't even know. She was tryna get all over me. Tell me you did not see that." He threw his arms up in defense, in the direction of which Vivian had earlier been standing.

"I did,"" I motioned to me and Emmie, " We did. Yeah." I laughed as he slouched into his chair and rested his chin on his knuckles, his elbow lazily plopped upon the table top.

"I honestly don't know why I did that." He trailed off, our conversation lost in translation as he was in deep thought.

"Yeah, you have a girlfriend." I blurted out, his reply making me realize the words that I spoke.

"How did you know that?" Raising a brow, and a smile creeping it way to his lips, he scooted closer to me, awaiting on my answer.

"I mean look at you." I said, pink tainting my cheeks. He winked in my direction and I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Did you see this here before?" He said picking up a light blue envelope which previously rested on the table just behind Wesley's elbow. He read the card inside.

"So... What is it?" I asked curiously, taking the envelope from his hands. It read no name on the front, which made me even more curious than before.

"Looks like we're going to a party tonight." He sarcastically remarked.

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Wes pulled up his car and parellel parked inbetween various other vehicles that were parked in front of a gigantic home. The terrible music spilled from the door as people continuously went in and out of the place.

Teens stood outside, mingling and chatting as they held up the infamous red solo cups in their hands. We walked through the front door, prying past the flood of teenagers that crowded the entire house. I was always self concious and especially with all these people looking at me as I made my way through the room, my self esteem went down even more.

Emmie had already parted ways as soon as she stepped into the house. She knew alot of people so I wasn't surprised. Wes noticed how uncomfortable I was when he turned around to see how I was holding up. He held my hand as he tried to find his way to the middle of the house.

"Looks like we have a straggler." Vivian stood in front of us, her comment directed at me. "It's okay, you'll get used to it." I was about to speak when Wes' hand reached around my waist, holding me close.

"Don't talk to her like that. She doesn't deserve it." He fought back.

"She doesn't deserve you." She retaliated. Her eyes were hard and focused. She rolled her eyes as she looked away from me.

"And you do?" He snapped, his voice stern. With that Vivian turned as fast as she could and started hitting on more guys in the corner, at times, looking at us in disgust.

"You didn't have to stand up for me." I said feeling as stupid as ever. Of course he had to, I wasn't gonna do it myself. "But thank you." I smiled weakly.

He nodded his head in the direction the direction of the table, which had a cooler next to it. A guy stood behind the table, grabbing and bottles and passing them out, as well as pouring cups.

Wes handed me one, and I reluctantly took it. I gulped down the full cup of liquid, burning my throat. It was strong and bitter, but by the half of a second cup, I knew I needed it. I didn't really care about anything at the moment. No thoughts clouding my mind. My self conciousness, gone. For the moment. Wes knew I needed it too. 

"Let's give them something to talk about." He took a last sip from his cup and took my hand, bringing me to the middle of the dancing bodies.

I didn't really know how to dance. At all. The only dancing I did was at prom, my senior year, and even that wasn't so good because it was my first time. But now, I didn't care. I let him lead me, spinning me around so that he was behind me. His hands were at my hips, as we moved. I moved slowly into him, with the beat of the music. I brought my hand up, tangling it into his hair. Pulling the snap back from his head, I laughed and placed it on my own. He brought his lips to my ear, grazing it slightly, giving me a tingling sensation where they touched. He made a seductive giggle as I grinded against him.

His hand had crept its way from my hip to my stomach, slowly moving downward. I laughed and quickly stopped his hand from where it was headed. 

"Wes, you have a girlfriend, remember that." I whispered.

"Oh, right." He said sarcastically. I turned around and grabbed his hand, pulling him out out of the door and into the night.

"I need to go. I don't feel so good." I admitted, my hand covering my forehead as I stumbled slightly.

"Someone's buzzed." He laughed as he threw my arm over his shoulder. He helped me walk to the car, locking it to go and talk to Emmie for a minute. I peered out the driver side window and  from the slight daze, all I could see was Wesley being shoved by a slightly shorter girl, long brown hair and a tight black dress on. He backed up, throwing his hands up in defense, before he made his way back to the car. He revved the engine and in a second we were already on the road back to my apartment. 

"I've never drank before." I admitted and stifled a laugh. He just laughed as he continued down the road.

"Who was that?" I managed to say before I blacked out completely.

"No one, don't worry about it."

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[Author's Note]

So my laptop shut down while I was writing this. But at least I only had a little bit written. This is definitely better than the first.

Anyway, I don't know when the next update will be, but hopefully it's soon. I am liking how this story is going so far! How about you guys?

Remember to COMMENT, VOTE, FAN and such babes :)

~Alyssa