The Bad Boy's Girl | completed

3. Trouble At The Party

3. Trouble At The Party

I woke up to a pleasant morning. I look at my phone and see a text from Kevin.

Hey, go to a party with me? - Kevin

Sure? I guess. - Noah

After taking a shower and doing my morning routine, I figured I should get ready for this party that Kevin said he would take me to.

Oh, boy.

I would have said no, but I haven't been to any parties lately.

{8:47 PM}

I barely managed to get ready on time. I was currently wearing a pair of black skinnies, a white jumper, and a leather jacket. I slipped on my black boots and fixed my bone straight, long, dirty blonde hair into a neat, yet cute ponytail.

{20 minutes later}

We pulled up to the party and Kevin got out of the car. He walked over to my side and opened the door for me.

I sighed and got out. Kevin put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the party.

When I entered, a few people smirked at me. I felt so out of place. Kevin and I got quite a few stares but, he simply shrugged them off. While I, on the other hand, was freaking out.

"Hey, sweetheart." A drunk guy came up to me. He smelled like someone dumped a whole bottle of liquor on him. I tried scooting away from him but, he grabbed me and walked off.

"Hey, let go." I struggled. His grip tightened.

"Let. Her. Go." Someone stopped the burly kidnapper.

Kevin. I automatically smiled.

The next thing that happened suprised me. It all happened so quick. I was simply on the floor holding my nose. Then, I blacked out.

I woke up to a bright light. My eyes adjusted to the light, quickly. I looked at my surroundings. I'm in the hospital.

Why? I have no idea.

I noticed that Kevin was next to the bed in a chair that looks terribly uncomfortable.

"Kevin." My voice was hoarse and my throat hurt. I first noticed water on the table next to me. I quickly grabbed it and unscrewed the top and gulped down half of the bottle.

"Noah? Are you okay?" Kevin asked frantically. His hair messed up as if he'd been running his hand through it repeatedly.

"I'm fine." I nodded. He came closer and he looked at my lips and then my eyes.

"I'm glad you're okay."

After I was discharged from the hospital, I went to my house while Kevin went to his.

What are we? Friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits? A couple? What?!

Things are moving fast, maybe a little too fast. Everyone moves at their own pace, right? Maybe ours is just a little quick?

Ours?  Now this got me thinking...

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