I can't believe my eyes. My throat feels dry and my limbs are frozen.
She tugs on my shirt. My blank gaze averts to her, swallowing hard in attempt to speak without a crack in my voice.
"I'm-uh-"
Her usual mischievous smirk drops off her impossibly perfect lips. She notices my body language and she takes a small step closer to me.
"What. What's wrong?"
I don't respond. My mind races, contemplating how to answer her and wether or not she should see Calum attached to that girl. I finally decide that she deserves to know what an asshole he is.
I simple motion my head in the direction of the couple.
Her eyes squint towards the couch as she tries to make out who they are. The instant she realizes, her eyes flame with anger. I expected her first reaction to be sad, instead she lets out a low grumble of curse words and a dagger stare.
"Calum?"
Her voice, although it isn't even a shout, echoes somehow through the sweaty bodies and pounding music. Everyone's attention seems to be on her. It doesn't phase her though. Her small hands clench into fists and her lips tighten. Calum's eyes widen and he instantly stops what he's doing, the female under him looking between the two of them quizzically. I can tell her tough and furious facade is no where near faltering. Calum jumps up and rushes towards her, apologizes bouncing off his lips.
Before I can even react to the situation, I feel a sharp yank on my arm.
I am being dragged through the swarms of teenagers, who have all recently lost interest in the stare down and continued their raunchy dancing. The top of her head is the only thing I can see clearly as she leads us further into the house. I hear a desperate Calum yell after us, pleading for her to turn and talk to him. His cries are soon gone and I assume he is lost behind us in the sea of people. The room closes into a dark hallway as we stumble past sexually active couples into an empty bedroom.
She doesn't waste any time at all, the moment the hallway disappears behind us, she lets out an exasperated huff and slams the door.
"Can you believe? I can't-of all the inconsiderate-"
She stops herself, plopping down on the mattress and and raking her hands through her messy hair.
"I don't care. He's a douche, obviously not worth my time."
Her voice is small and she seems to be trying to convince herself with her own words. I sit beside her, folding my hands in my lap and listening.
"But we've been dating for almost a year. What an ass!"
Her tone sharpens at the end. I catch a glimpse of a few tears escaping her hardened eyes, but she brushes them away with the pads of her fingers and doesn't seem to be bothered by them.
"I'm not letting him get away with hurting me like that."
I can hardly make out the phrase because she said it under her breath, as if to herself.
Suddenly, I notice a gentle pressure on my thigh, causing an intense arousing feeling to occur in my lower area. She is standing in front of me. How she manages to move that quick I will never understand.
"But you, Mikey. You're so sweet and caring and handsome..."
She trails off, her fingers crawling up to my cheeks. A shock runs through my body and her words don't register in my mind.
Did she just compliment me? Is she really touching me?
I open my mouth the speak but nothing comes out.
