Against All Odds

Chapter 7

Eve

Why do I let Mike pull me along to these parties? Before we began dating I'd never ever go to stupid, hellish parties and now I feel like I go to one every weekend.
I enter the raging house party filled with crazily hormonal teens, searching for my idiot boyfriend who insisted I made an appearance at these things. According to him, it's a way of showing the 'populars' that we are in a serious relationship. That doesn't mean I don't hate going to them.
For one thing, I hated the majority of the people under this roof. It's uncharted territory for me, associating with people outside my friendship group.
My eyes briefly take in the many teens crowding in the house and I feel a sudden urge to run back home and snuggle on the sofa with my brothers to attempt another Harry Potter marathon. If you haven't already noticed, I love our sofa.
"Harper!" Finn McDonnell, the hooker from the rugby team comes over, addressing me by my surname. "How's it going?"
"Average, seen Mike anywhere?" I question hopefully. The sooner I make an appearance with him, the sooner I could leave.
"Hasn't graced us with our presence yet I'm afraid." Finn gives me a sympathetic shrug.
"Great." I mumble under my breath.
At that moment there is suddenly a lot of shouting and cheering coming from the main rave room.
"Ah, that will be Amy." Finn cringes and I found myself laughing at his reaction.
"Not interested in watching her strip eh?" I raise my eyebrows and he gives me a pained look.
"It was old the one hundredth time." He jokes, cracking us both up. Amy loves to strip at every party she goes to, which is a lot.
"Hate to break up the fun, but can I borrow my girlfriend?" Mike interrupts, taking my hand in his and leading me away from McDonnell and into the rave room.
Ah, this music is shit. Not going to lie, the main reason I avoid these parties is the poor music people select. Where's the decent music? Play a bit of Arctic Monkeys and maybe I'd be interested.
Mike spins me into the dance floor and I feel self conscious about all the other, sweaty bodies grinding against each other. Does he expect me to dance so ridiculously? Some of the people here are practically fucking.
Mike wraps his arms around my waist, pulling my to him, his lips finding my neck. As he moves our bodies together with the music I feel uncomfortable, yet I go with it. I notice more of the rugby team crowded in a corner, looking over at us. My cheeks flush as they wolf whistle. Mike hasn't noticed the attention, or if he has it hasn't fazed him. In fact, his body was slowly inching his way closer to mine and I feel him begin to grind against me. Shit, he's horny as fuck right now.
I put the palm of my hands on his shoulders, hoping he'd back off a little but instead he pushes me backwards until I feel a wall behind my back.
I'm stuck.
A wall behind me and my boyfriend more or less dry jumping my front.

"Mike, stop!" I speak into his ear, hoping he'd loosen up his clutch on me. I love my boyfriend and I don't want to disappoint him, but I feel so uncomfortable in front of so many people. Maybe I was over reacting, but I can't help how I feel. "Mike!"
Instead of loosening his hold, his hand travels north to my chest.
"I'm so hot for you baby." He mutters, nibbling my ear and sending shivers down my spine. I can't move away from him and I'm beginning to freak out. How drunk is he?
"Can you stop please?" I urge, my hands pushing his chest.
"Can't hear you babe." He smirks, then kisses my nose with his lips, lingering as our eyes connect.
"Can we not do this here?" I ask but he silences me by smashing his lips onto mine, hands fumbling with the back of my dress. His teeth bit my lip, asking to deepen the kiss so I gave in, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.
***
That's when someone shouts: 'major make out session!' And everyone turns to look at us. I feel sick.
This made me look like a slut in front of half our year.
Mikes hand grasps my thigh and pulls my knee up his side so he could press his hard bulge against me. I gasp against his lips as I feel his hips moving in teasing motions, making me feel weak at the knees.
No matter how pleasing this feels, I still can't stand the fact that eyes are on us. People are jeering and laughing.
I try to pull my leg out of his grip but fail drastically, because he moved in such a way which made me moan out loud causing everyone to crack up even more.
Mike manages to unzip my dress and yanks it from my body quickly until its forgotten on the ground. He's fumbling with the zip on his jeans, eyes full of lust.
The music covers my whimper when he slips his dick out and begins to lean into me again.
"Mike I don't want to do this!" I protest loudly, not wanting to make a scene but desperate to get out of this horribly scary situation.
Why was he so determined to get in my pants in front of everyone?
Just as his fingers slide into the front of my underwear, hands come from nowhere and tears him off my body.***
The music stops and I drop to the floor, searching for my dress. I feel so overly exposed and I can't stand it.
"Couldn't you see she clearly wasn't feeling it?" A deep voice spoke angrily and I glance up in shock. It was him.
My next door neighbour. The guy I'd been hiding from behind my curtains all week. He's holding my boyfriend by his collar and threatening him with a punch.

Picking my dress up, I cover myself then stand to face them. The whole room is silent by now.
"She was totally into it you fucktard, now get your hands off me!" Mike struggles in his grip, probably feeling how I felt not ten seconds ago. "Eve, tell him you were into it!"
Everyone's attention zones onto me and I take a deep breath.
"It's OK, let him go." I say and to my surprise, the angry guy obliges.
Mike stumbles to my side and fastens his hands around my waist, making me tense.
The guy watches me intently and I fix a neutral expression onto my face, glaring back at him.
"Suit yourself." He grunts, turning away and disappearing out of the party.
What was he doing here? And how come he was the only one that noticed how uncomfortable I was? One things for sure, I'm bloody glad he did.