Reckless || c.t.h.

18 - Good

18 - Good

{arabella's point of view}

I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I didn't care. I was so bored and no one was even trying to entertain me. It would end up in ruins and rumours but, at that moment in time, I didn't care.

It was another week, another party, that would all be forgotten in time. I'd tell people some bullshit and they wouldn't question it; they wouldn't dare.

Luke's house was pretty big. The rooms were all spacious and modern with light furniture and walls. I could see them all getting stained already. It was a lot different from Ashton's, his was quite old world, a lot of ornate furniture that was pushed out of the way. Luke had done the same but it was a lot more comfortable, meaning a lot more people sitting on it. The amount of cleaning he had to do made me cringe.

I didn't know why we were always invited to the opposite groups parties, but they were always invited to ours too. I think it was to prove that we could do it bigger and better; so I assumed they did it for the same reason. But even if we weren't invited, we'd show up, just to be able to say we crashed their shitty party.

Currently, I was situated in, what I guessed was, his lounge. There were two couch's pressed against the grey walls and there were numerous chairs, as well as a TV in the centre of one of the walls.

My phone buzzed.

Where are you? Maybe if I see you I'll change my mind. ;)

I laughed at his attempt to disguise his needs. Of course he wanted to be with me, he wanted me a lot more than I wanted him. I didn't want him; he was just something to brighten up my night. I knew he'd attempt to pull me and/or shoot me some gossip. My body was just attracted to him when it had poison in it.

I'm in the lounge, hurry up I think I see Nate.

It wasn't a lie. In the corner of the packed room, I could see his dirty blonde hair making his way towards the 'dance floor'; where I was. I didn't know if he'd try and kiss me, like he used to, or try and insult me again, like he had done previously.

"Arabella," his sickly voiced purred. He was clearly intoxicated, more so than me.

"Hey Nate," I hummed in response.

"You look really fucking good right now." His hands found their way to my hips, pressing my bum to his crotch. I wanted to pull away, but as I began to, I saw Calum at the other side of the room; his eyes locked on the two of us.

"And you look really drunk right now," I slurred. I could feel the words elongating themselves, my mouth not having full control.

"So do you." His voice just as altered as mine. "You know I didn't mean all that shit before. I was just pissed because I thought you were with Calum. Obviously I was delusional, because I know you would never go there; you've said multiple times." I could almost feel my eyes roll to the back of my head. "But hear me out; I really like you Arabella, a lot, and I know you don't think I'm ugly." I knew where this was going. "We're both drunk, we can blame it on that." That sentence made me unsure of how bad he actually was. "There's loads of private rooms upstairs-"

"The only person who will be taking her anywhere but here is me. Fuck off Nate. How many times does she need to tell you; she doesn't want you," Calum snapped. His big hands ripping Nate's off my me. My body jerked towards the larger of the two boys and I didn't try and stop it.

"Calum she doesn't want you either! You really think, if Arabella Rose wanted you, you two wouldn't have hooked up by now? I don't know what you think you mean to her but I can tell you, it's nothing." My eyes widened as I looked up at Calum, his grip around my body tightened.

"Have you ever thought of the possibility that I don't want her? Not everyone is a psycho like you!" Calum's grip started slipping and I knew that meant a fight; so I held on tight.

"Don't fucking lie to yourself. Just because you think your a big shot, doesn't mean you can bullshit your way out of things. Everyone knows you want to add her to your hit list; so you can brag about how you managed to bang your enemy. She's stronger than that! You'll never get anywhere with her," Nate yelled. His voice was deep and husky. Every normal girl was practically in love with him, he had the perfect everything; perfect hair, perfect body, perfect voice, everything.

But I wasn't any girl. He was dull, boring and didn't hold any of the excitement I needed and wanted from a guy. He wouldn't be able to do half of the stuff I wanted to do and I couldn't be the boss of a relationship.

Before Calum could attempt to lunge for Nate, I was in front of him, pulling his body away from the growing scene and towards the stairs. My intervention was ruined by the fact that, I didn't know where the stairs were.

The second time we walked into the kitchen I heard Calum chuckle.

"You don't know where to go, do you?" he asked me, I shook my head sheepishly. His laugh erupted and filled the room, making murmurous people turn and look and the two of us.

"Shut up!" I whined. He shook his head, still chuckling but under his breath, and took my hand; leading me the right way.

Eventually we arrived in an empty room. It had a king sized bed in the corner of the room and numerous other pieces of furniture. The walls were a lot darker than the rest of the house; it made me think it might be Luke's.

"Who's room is this?" I asked him.

"Does it matter?" he replied. An answered by a question... I hated it.

"No, I was just wondering," I said, as I fell onto the soft mattress, the navy covers engulfing me.

"So..." Calum broke the silence. I knew he was trying to be seductive but it just made me laugh, a lot. "What? What's funny," he questioned, quickly becoming redder.

"Nothing. Sorry, it must be my drink," I giggled, knowing it wasn't. I saw him slowly nod his head, questioning my reasoning.

"So what happened to staying away from me in public and all that shit?" He placed himself down on the bed, next to me; his face was very close to mine.

"We're both a lot more than drunk; I helped you stay out of a fight, that's all," I stated simply, my tone indicating I knew exactly what I was talking about, which I didn't. The lies would only grow until one day they wouldn't be believable.

"So none of this has happened?" I saw him getting closer and I immediately heard my heartbeat rising.

"When we wake up in the morning it will be as if this conversation didn't exist," I confirmed; his body getting closer and closer to mine.

"None of it?" The feeling of his breath on my face made a shiver run through my body. He took both of my hands and held them beside me; leaving me unable to move away.

Words couldn't leave my mouth. I tried to force a sound out but as it left my lips it sounded like a moan. I shook my head.

"Good."

A/N: AHHH what's happening?! I can't believe the reads and comments this story is getting! Thank you so so much for all your support, please remember to leave comments and let me know what you think :)

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