BADLANDS

;driving through the hurricane

"I've never seen you before." He says. His innocent voice hardly matches his rough appearance. He intimidates me, but I can't let him know that. I need to stop being so scared of people.

"I'm new." I say, trying to mimic his smirk.

"Gotcha." He says and looks at me up and down, and then past me as if he is waiting for something.

"What?" I ask.

"You're kind of in the way. I need to get to the bathroom." He chuckles. I feel the heat rise up to my face. Of course... Why was I expecting anything else? I was standing in front of the bathroom door. I quickly side step and walk away from the bathroom. I'm on my way back to the kitchen and a sweaty hand grabs my arm and pulls me into the dancing crowd.

I follow the arm and it's connected to Scott. "Dance with us!" I might as well. I need to forget about the embarrassing event that just happened. But first, I need a drink.

"I'll be right back!" I tell Scott and go towards the kitchen. I grab a cup and fill it with the nearest bottle of liquor.

I throw the liquid to the back of my throat and immediately begin to cough.

"That's a big cup of straight vodka with no chaser following it." I hear the now familiar voice say behind me. I turn around and he is directly behind me. Leveled with his chin, I look up at him. "Hey I admire a girl with a strong suit for chugging the Devils juice." He chuckles. I roll my eyes and try to slide past him. But he grabs my shoulder. "Why don't you dance with me... uh.. I forgot your name." He grins his devilish grin at me.

"I never told you my name." I snap at him. He throws both of his hands up in surrender. "Mila."

"Mila....' He bends down and presses his lips against my ear.'Dance with me Mila." His warm breath sends a chill down my spine and puts a warm feeling in my stomach, or maybe that's the alcohol. For some reason, I let him take my hand and pull me into the crowd of dancing people. He grabs my hips and begins to pull them to the beat and his hands begin to travel all up and down my body. Tracing every curve I have. I start letting the music control me and I'm actually having fun with this boy who's name I just realized that I don't know. All of a sudden his hand begin to pull up my dress and I slap his hand away, letting it slide. But he does it again.

"Stop it." I stop dancing and turn around.

"Come on, Princess. Have some fun." He grabs my shoulder and pulls me in close and begins to lift my dress up higher.

"Stop!" I yell and push him off me.

"Hey, hey. What's going on?" Scott steps in between the boy and I. Scotts jaw clenches and he turns to the boy. "Stiles, this isn't you. Cut it out." Stiles... His name is Stiles.

"How would you know what's me, Scott? You don't know me. We aren't buddies anymore remember? You abandoned me in the rain. It ended there." Stiles says and quickly closes his mouth as if he regretted saying it.

"Let's talk somewhere else, Stiles." Scott says placing a hand on Stiles' shoulder.

"Let's not and say we did." Stiles shrugs Scott's hand off and storms away. Scotts face falls and I realize everybody around us is staring.

Scott looks up at me with sad eyes. I smile at him sympathetically and leave the room. I call Lydia eight times and she won't answer. Well there goes my ride home. Scott left, Liam can't drive, and I can't find Malia either.

I walk outside and I instantly smell cigarette smoke. I look over to where the smoke is drifting from and it's none other than Stiles. I huff and walk to the other side of the lawn, not wanting to be near him.

I begin to dial the number to a cab service when a puff of smoke flies in front of my face. I turn around to face the messy-haired boy with a cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth. I open my mouth to say something but he beats me to it.

"I'm sorry... for... Violating you, I guess you could call it." He says with zero guilt actually on his face.

"Are you?" I retort.

"I am. You can choose to believe me or not to believe me, I don't care. I just thought I should apologize." He takes another drag.

"I wouldn't really peg you as the type that feels sorry for touching a girl where she doesn't want to be touched."

"Believe it or not, I was raised right. I was just pushed in the wrong direction." An actual emotion is displayed in his dark brown eyes, sadness I think. I can tell he hasn't always been like this. He has a bad boy appearance but his voice is so innocent and soft, almost goofy. But you can also tell there is something missing. A screw loose even.

There is a long silence between us and all of a sudden he is leaning in towards my lips, but I push him away.

"Come on, would it really kill you if we kissed?" He smirks.

"With the amount of smoke that is clinging to your clothes, yeah, it might." I smirk right back. "Why are you trying to kiss me anyway? I just caused a whole bunch of drama for you in there."

"What can I say, lately I like them crazy." He winks, dropping his cigarette and using his foot to smother it. "Now come on. I know you need a ride home."

No way. I am not letting Mr. Trouble, Crazy, Insane drive me home.

"It's okay, I'll call a cab."

"Not without your phone you won't." He holds up my phone.

"How did you-"

"How about this... just get in the car with me and I'll never speak to you again. Promise." He holds out his pinky. I wrap my pinky around his. Though silently Im thinking to myself, maybe this is a promise I'm meant to break.