The Pack Adopted me?

Part six

It's about 1:30am, I woke up to get a bottle of water, and I heard a noise that sounding like knocking. I looked through the peep hole in the door, and saw Vikk standing there. I unlock the door and let him in. while he walks around, almost falling a few times. I look out and wave to the uber that drove him back here. but then I notice no other cars are in the driveway. I close the door, and go over to make sure Vikk hasn't broken anything. He turns around when he hears me and just looks at me. "What're you doing?" I ask, amused by him. He gets closer and puts his hands on my hips, his hands are cold, and I shiver from the sudden feeling. "Wh-what are you doing?" I ask, again. He just smiles weirdly. He leans into my ear and whispers, "you look sexy when you wake up." Which causes me to shake because of his warm, liquor breath. "Vikk, you're drunk." I tell him. He just ignores what I said and pushes me against the wall, while looking me up and down, smirking. "Vikk, you have a girlfriend." I tell him, calmer. "So what?" He says, rather than asks. "So you can't be doing this." I tell him, he ignores that, too. he takes my hands and puts them above my head, peppering kisses along my neck. "V-Vikk," I stutter. "Mhm," he mumbles, lips still attached to my neck. He finds my sweet spot, and bites down. "Vikk," I moan, leaning my head sideways. He takes his lips away from my neck and pulls me towards him, where we have no space between us. He looks down at me and licks his lips. "Vikk, stop," he leans in, "Stop." I say with more force, pushing him off me. I run over to one side of the island, (table thingy) and he goes to the other, thankfully, rob comes in, less drunk- more like tipsy- and sees me "Vikk!" Rob somehwat yells, going in front of me, "Stop!" He adds, looking at him like he's gone crazy. "Rob, it's fine," I start "he didn't do anything." I lie. He looks at me with an 'are you sure' look. I nod. I take Vikk by his wrist and pull him upstairs and put him in his room, like a mother to a 7 year old, giving him a "timeout", and he just collapses onto his bed. I go over to my bed, tired- yet alert, and fall asleep after a little bit.

(Vikk's pov)

I wake up to a major headache, then I remember drinking way too much. I don't remember any of the rest of the night except Alanah making me go to sleep. I go downstairs, holding my head, and pick up a banana. The whole rest of the morning Alanah ignored me, and I have no idea why. Rob also looked alert. I must've done something last night. I think to myself. But what? I wonder. The rest of the day consisted of me trying to talk to Alanah, and her ignoring me. What the hell did I do? I ask myself, worried. I see Alanah go into her room, so I follow her.

(Alanah's pov)

*knock* *knock*
I get up and open the door. Vikk. "Uh hey," I say awkwardly, "how's your girlfriend?" I ask. I told her this morning about what happened, I know 'stay out of people's love lives', but I needed to tell her, and judging by Vikk not remembering anything from last night, I figured he wouldn't have told her. "Ex." He says, looking happy. Fuck, she broke up with him and it's my fault. "Why are you happy about that?" I ask, curiously. "I was going to break up with her a yesterday, but I was getting stressed out and decided I needed a drink to get my mind off it. I guess I took one too many, and got hella drunk." He says. "Oh." Is all I say back. He sits beside me and I almost get up because I was still scared from last night, but I felt bad. He didn't know why I was acting like this. "Hey, um, I was wondering why you've been like, ignoring me?" He asks, scratching his neck at the end. "I haven't been ignoring you." I tell him, obviously lying, and he can tell. "No, you have. Why?" He asks. "It's nothing." I tell him, avoiding eye contact. He pushes my chin up lightly, so I look at him. "What is it?" He asks, again. "Well, last night you kinda tried to um, I don't know how to say this, like sort of tried to make a move, in a um, strong way." I tell him feeling uncomfortable. He lets go of my chin with a shocked face, blushing. "Oh, I'm sorry, Alanah," he says, just as uncomfortably as me. Looking in my eyes. "It's nothing," I tell him with a fake smile. He gets up and just as he's about to leave he says "you suck at having a fake smile." He says with a little tiny chuckle. I laugh lightly at that remark.