Wingspan(Paranormal, Young Adult) MAJOR EDITING**

eighty

before i knew it one song had blended into another and then another. I gave up trying to keep track of time or how close their bodies were or how many guys had reached out to caress me in passing seeing as how they were playful and drunk. 

the guy had laughed and told me I was overreacting.

I was interested to hear the guys voice began to slur.

he grinned sloppily and shook his head. he just wanted to have fun and he wasn't into me anyways.

I shrugged it off. good for me.

I moved with the music and thought of nothing else but leaving until I saw hands behind his head holding him in place. curious, i stayed and caught sight of a tongue darting out and curving around his earlobe.

the guys eyes fell to half-mast. the French tip manicured hands on his stomach had slipped below the waistband of his shorts, gently combing through the sparse hair of his treasure trail.

wide eyed and still grinning, he turned around and put his hands on the blondes ass, pinching it.

i watched the lovely bow head bopper as the guy licked her neck while running his fingernails over her glitter skin.

I was getting out of here.

saw the highlights but there was going to be no full show. no way the guy was getting any tonight. pretty hard to do in a long evening dress, don't you think?

they were both getting worked up and watching them even though i had no reason to made me feel ashamed and humiliated.

all around me couples danced. 

guys with girls, girls gyrating and shaking their booties with equally free loving girls, sometimes frenetic, sometimes more sexual in their movements, but I had to give them credit for obviously having a good time. 

sometimes they would shout out lyrics to a popular song, or send up loud whoops when certain beats rumbled through the floor. masons guy was legit and even though I was still trying to find my way out, the music had seized control of my body.

when a cocktail server danced through the crowd offering jello shots in large plastic syringes I obligingly opened my mouth for a shot of lime Jell-O laced with tequila while the people around me cheered.

that knot pushed farther into my throat taking over who i was.

chaotic confusing thoughts bounced against my skull crashing into one another until they were a tangling mass equal to that of my chest. with short heaving breaths i couldn't find the air or appear to hear anything because suddenly someone was grinding on me. 

a half deranged chuckle exploded from my throat and i almost slapped my hand over my mouth. 

"excuse me."

moments passed much like that one which had allowed me to be grateful for my fundamentally non-existent lifestyle. I preferred to be in quiet surroundings. eating my grandmas cookies and reading in the library was much more my pace.

this this was girls gone wild, a weekend in tampa, florida all booze no water thank you. 

a brunette in short pink overalls passed me by. she took one look at me and made her way through the crowd. the fresh makeup meant her night was just getting started whereas I had plans elsewhere.

like a gravitational pull something caught my direct attention. on a beat I turned my head around and stared at the same place the brunette had just come from.

i didn't really know why i was looking in that particular direction or what i was looking at, just that some unknown force had occupied my ability to move and apparently think clearly, because during the span of time that my attention shifted from the brunette I had already been walking.