The Popular Girl (Weston Koury) DISCONTINUED**

Chapter 4

Kyra's Pov

I stood up from where I was and decided to go get something to drink. But something stopped me, and grabbed my hand.

A boy who looked 18 was the one who grabbed my hand.

"Where are you going, gorgeous?" He smirked with his shiny brown eyes. He was kinda attractive, actually. Snap of it, He's a stranger. How the heck do strangers get into these parties anyway?

"Going to to get a drink..?"

"Why don't you just come and dance with me? I'm a senior at your school, by the way." He smirks, again. I gave in, what's a little thing like that gonna do?

He dragged me to the dance floor and started dancing. He was grinding on me which was a little uncomfortable. But it didn't really matter, It's not like I'm doing anything else. He turned me around a bit forceful, and grabbed my face and smushed my lips against his. He was rough, and I didn't like it. I tried pulling away but he just pulled at my hair, and I winced. I tried again, same thing, and there was actual chunks coming out. I knew this was a mistake. He picked me up my force and was heading towards the stairs. I tried to squirm my way out, and he smacked my butt, making it burn. But before we went up the stairs, I heard a scream. "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER!" That was Weston. The man dropped me, and looked at Weston.

"Gonna pound her, what else?" wow, fûckboy.

"I'm her-uh-boyfriend. Don't disrespect woman like that." He threw a punch at the guy and he immediately was on the ground. I stood back in awe, and then we quickly walked out of the party.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you? That idiot. Can I help you in any way?" Weston said, worried about me.

"I'm fine, I was hurt but not too life changing. Thank you Weston, I don't know how I can thank you." I hugged him and he surprisingly hugged back.

"Oh uh, no problem, I mean-I-saw-you-getting-hurt-and-i-wanted-to-do-something-and-I-didnt-see-anyone-else-so-i-just-did-it-and-i-hope-i-didnt-bother-you-"

"Slow down again! You talk way too fast!" I giggled. I guess he was still nervous.

He offered to drive and just let me stay at his house, since we were working on a project tomorrow anyway. I texted my parents, and they also said it was fine.

"And here's my house, it's not much since I live on my own"

We walked in, and it was a cute little 2 story house. I almost freaked out because of how adorable it was. Taking off my heels, I put up praised hands

"YES THESE HEELS WERE SO UNCOMFORTABLE YOU HAVE NO IDEA"

We both laughed and started chatting some more about other stuff, and I learned a lot about him.

//

"So I sleep on the couch?" I assume.

"No-no-no-no-no. I'm not letting you sleep on the couch what kind of person am I. You take my bed."

"Weston. I'm not arguing with you. Take the bed. I'll take the couch." I said gently. He sighed.

"C'mon, I'm not letting you do that."

"Okay how about we compromise. You sleep on one of the couches and I'll sleep on the other." I said smiling. He had two couches facing eachother.