My Stranger

 I slowly walked to Jess’ grand front door, the smell of alcohol already over powering my nostrils. I just needed to ‘let loose’ and ‘have a good time’, well that’s what Jess tells me. I slowly reached for the door handle, feeling the cold metal against my hand, only to be greeted by Jess. Her long blonde waves cascading down her back to her hips, her piercing blue eyes shimmering at the sight of me, her best friend.  Before I had chance to even say ‘hello’ she enveloped me in a huge hug, slowly cutting off the feeling in my body. “Jess, t-too t-tight!” I exclaimed, forcing her off of me. She smiled shyly knowing that she was over excited, bowing her head in an attempt to hide her embarrassment. “Hey, Fleur!” she squealed, putting emphasis on my terrible name, I politely chose to ignore her mistake. “Tonight is going to be amazing, literally everyone is going” she continued.

I suppose that at school you could call us the popular type, the ones that are like the girls in all of those American chick-flicks with amazing hair and that are friends with everyone. I don’t really like the idea of being ‘popular’, I’d much rather spend a night in with the likes of Shakespeare or Austin, but instead I follow my crazy friend to all of the ‘cool’ parties. Jess pulled me through the door way into her massive living room. The place was filled with red plastic cups, various empty alcohol bottles and many scantily clad girls. Tonight was going to be a long night!

 After having been introduced to several of Jess’s friends that had no personality, I slowly backed away from the stupid drinking games that were about to commence. I walked past many people that appeared to be either comatose or playing tonsil tennis with a complete stranger. I was about to continue my short journey to the kitchen, when I suddenly felt a warm, clammy hand touch my  exposed shoulder, whilst I was wearing a longer dress than most, I wish that Jess had picked out a dress that actually had straps, but she was never one for listening. The mysterious hand began to turn me around, forcing me to the wall. Slowly the face of a drunken boy began to appear, his eyes staring through me. I turned to escape the hands of the strange male, but did not succeed. He moved his left hand to the space next to my head, his clouded eyes not leaving my harsh gaze. “That dress looks good on, but, I bet its better on my floor” his speech slurred, a sly smile plastered on his face.  He head slowly started to bow as he attempted to kiss my cheek. I forcefully brought up my small hand, which met with his cheek, causing him to lose his balance, stumbling into the wall opposite. I’m glad he was highly intoxicated; other wise I doubt my weak excuse of a slap would have had its desired effect.

Before wasting anymore time, I began to straighten my dress and head straight to the kitchen, knowing the treasures that I would find. I walked in to the vast space, that was Jess’s kitchen, my gaze falling on the single bottle of clear liquid. I ran to the cupboard to get a small glass, placing it on the kitchen counter slowly so as not to draw attention to my presence. I quickly paced over to the island on which the bottle of alcohol was sitting, holding it as though it was gold. I twisted the cap of the bottle and slowly began to measure out one shot of the transparent liquid. After placing the bottle down I lifted the small glass to my lips, allowing the strong smell to invade my senses. I titled the glass to my open mouth, to feel the cold nectar fall down my throat, the strong taste only encouraging me to repeat this action.

 Suddenly the lights went out; I slammed my glass down with shock, praying that it wasn’t the wasted boy from my earlier encounter. “Hello… p-please turn the light back on. Jess, Help!” I chocked, struggling to pick up the courage to speak. I was graced with no reply, but instead a light grunt, of which I presumed, was someone’s attempt at shielding their laughter at my stupid state.

A moment passed at which I began to hastily remove myself from the dark room and hidden figure. I gasped at feeling two large hands clasp my waist, pulling me towards the unknown presence, locking me in place. My back was pulled towards the front of a tall figure, their chest raising and falling beneath my back. I stood still, frozen with the thought of what might happen next, what if they were a murderer, going in for the next kill. My breath hitched in my throat at what the mysterious figure, of which I believed was a man, would be capable of. That’s when he bent his head towards mine, his hair tickling my neck. Even though I knew I was not safe, I couldn’t help but relax at his actions.

 “I think we’re going to be very good friends, Fleur” The sound of him saying my name in his raspy voice, confused me further, why did I want to know who was speaking and why did I want to hear him to  say name again, or even be shouting it with pleasure?

He moved my long, brown, wavy hair to one side so he could gain full access to my neck. I expected him to pull out a knife and drain the life out of me, but instead he placed a tender kiss near to my collar bone. "You taste so good, I wonder what the rest of you tastes like" he whispered in to my ear.

 I was stunned, once again frozen by this stranger’s action.  I closed my eyes too shocked to open them, heat began to flush to my checks, even though it was pitch black I still knew that my checks would be glowing scarlet. He pulled away from my neck, leaving me standing alone, dwelling on my thoughts. He was gone, the stranger had left, yet I wanted him back. Who was the stranger? Who was my stranger?

Authors note: Hey guys, So I hoped you liked it. I am carrying on if anyone want to know and it will probably be up at the same time as this. Sorry if this is short .

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