Don't Leave Me Tonight

Worst Mistake I Ever Made

Like an idiot, I decided to entertain the notion that I was actually thrilled to attend a party given by Jarrod, as I knew his intentions would not be that of the best. 

"Come on, Rae, let's get you ready for your very first social event!" Sam exclaimed, "Ugh, do I have too get all dolled up for that jerk, he really irks my nerves, Samantha. Why don't you and Jaylyn go in my place?" I suggested, attempting to get out of this nightmare of a party. She glanced at me eyes wide, "Are you serious right now, Jaylyn and I wouldn't want too take this opportunity away from you, we'll be hitting the clubs soon, anyway." She replied, as she began applying a light shade of powder onto my face. I shrugged, biting my bottom lip. She could tell I was nervous. "Besides, it's just one party, it's not like it's going to kill you." She continued, while fixing my makeup. God, I hated wearing makeup. "You never know, it might." I responded, in a smart alec tone, She scoffed. 

"You should be glad someone as hot as Jarrod asked you out." Jaylyn chimed in from the closet, my guess, she's choosing the outfit I'll be wearing tonight. "He probably just felt bad about running into me this morning, he gave me a huge bruise." I replied. If it weren't for him I thought, I wouldn't have gotten those final credits. This was strictly a reward for having helped in that situation, although, he wasn't much at all, really. "Or maybe, he wants too play doctor, you know, make sure you're alright." Sam said, with a wink. 

"No, Sam, I don't think so, he's simply being rewarded with my presence for helping me finish out this semester by getting my paper to Mr. Riley in time, even if I did hand in a pile of trash at first." I replied, setting the record straight. "Whatever you say, take a look at your makeup do you like it?" She asked, getting off subject thank goodness. "Yes, it looks good." I replied. "Now off to wardrobe!" She joked, sending me Jaylyn's way. 

I looked at the dresses she had chosen, there was a nice red leather number with a slit up the leg, stopping mid-thigh that caught my eye, I snatched it in a snap, "This is the one, I love it!" I exclaimed, excitedly. "Oh, wait, until MeanStreak Martin sees you in this, he'll have too pick his jaw up off of the floor." Jaylyn squealed, in my ear. Hearing those words come out of her mouth gave me the slightest bit of confidence in myself to make it through this whole ordeal. 

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*At The Party* 

"Damn, J! Who's the hottie in leather that just walked in?" Jarrod's friend Thomas asked, as he choked on whatever the hell was in his red solo cup. He took one look and said, "Dude, that's McDaniel! I didn't know she owned a dress like that. She always has her head buried in a friggin' book of some sort. Fuck, she cleans up nice! Excuse me fellas. . . " he trailed off, sauntering over to me. I watched him intently, his tattoos glistened in the dim light of the room. For a split second, it seemed as if we were the only two people there. 

If I hadn't already had a few cups of the spiked punch, I'd be tempted to leave, unfortunately, by my second, I was buzzed. I've never drank before this moment, it's less than two days until graduation and I've done nothing but, bust my ass for four years, three and a half semester's and a ton of extra cericular activities. Not to mention, putting up with him for eight hours a day is more than enough, I'm entitled to get as drunk as I wish, but, I probably shouldn't continue any further, dizziness is hitting me hard, I feel weak and the need to vomit. Shit, I can't, not here, not now, he's coming. 

And. . . . There he stood right in front of me, I shoved past him and ran to the restroom as fast as I could, stumbling through the doorway, losing my balance in those stupid high heels and falling flat on my ass against the cold tile ground. Crawling on my hands and knees up to the toilet, lifting the seat to avoid residue, I lost the contents of my lunch and the alcohol in my system. A bang on the door interruppted my pity party, "Someone can't hold their liquor." He said, stepping inside, "You know I could totally hold your hair while you finish, if you want." He offered. What the fuck was going on. . . "Um, thanks. . . ." I replied, confused. Man, what was in that punch bowl, Cyanide? I felt like crap and by the time I started back for round two, I was completely convinced that I'd been poisoned. 

"Ugh, you did this to me, wise ass." I spoke, silently between heaving my guts up. "Hey, I just invited you, you got drunk all on your own. Speaking of, let me get you a change of clothes from the looks of the stains on that fancy dress, you're going to have too come out of it." He replied, leaving me long enough to go down the hall to his room. He came back five minutes later with a huge t-shirt in one hand and a pair of sweat pants in the other, "Thanks, can you step out so I can change?" I asked, he obliged. I was too drunk to notice that he'd left the door cracked just enough to sneak a peek.

Shimmying out of my dress, it fell into a pool around my feet, I put the t-shirt on first turning around quickly as he hid near the frame, "my god, you're beautiful. . ." he muttered, under his breath as I slipped into the pants. I could sense that someone was watching, immediately embarrassed I swung the door open, no one was there. Breathing a sigh of relief, I made my way back to the living room to find Jarrod, Thomas and Jordan playing a game of beer pong, noticing the shots of Tequila lined up across the table made me instantly nauseous. "Come play with us, McDaniel!" He shouted, "Loser, holds the other's hair while they drive the porcelain bus!" "Oh, yeah, what about winner?" I questioned, stacking the cups. "Winner gets to spend the night with me." He smirked, against my neck, his breath hot and tingly on my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. Oh, how I wish I weren't drunk and he weren't so dangerously close to me. "Is that a bet, Martin?" I teased, "Count on it." he winked. We played two games each individual for the first two, which Jarrod won by a landslide, only because he called 'Island!' and made the cup. 

"Now that the Master has defeated you all, we shall play my way in teams of two. McDaniel, you're with me, Thomas, you and Jordan. Let's hit it!" He and I won. Everyone filed out of the party, going home I was the last to go. That was until I had recollected what Jarrod had said earlier if we won, 'Winner spends the night with me.' Damn, drunken bets and beer pong too hell. "I guess we should shack up for the night." I said, as I helped clear the house of Whiskey bottles and Kegs. "That we should." He agreed, trashing the evidence. 

Making my way to the closet, for blankets and pillows, he stopped me, taking hold of my hand, his forehead rested on mine, our lips inches from one another's, "No, with me. . . ." he begged, breathing heavily. "A bet's a bet." I replied, following behind him, "This is the worst mistake I ever made."