Bear Hugs - COMPLETED

Chapter 8 - What a party

I don't do parties. Why am I going again? I look down at my outfit, black skinny jeans with a light grey button up shirt and black converse. I guess its my only good outfit because everything else s reserved for school, to daggy or covered in bloodstains. I hear a knock on the door.

"Come in" I sigh, not bothering to turn around.

"You look really nice in that" Willow's voice calls from my door way.

"Thanks" I mutter, not entirely believing it. Even though I had just had probably the best day of my life, I often have periods where I hate my body.

"Come on Ol" She smiles encouragingly, tugging at my hand. I give her a weak smile and I hope that passes as something kind of happy.

"We got an hour before the party starts" She looks at her phone. "What do you wanna do to pass the time"

A smirk rises to my lips. "I got an idea" I slide my arms around her waist and press my lip to hers.

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We walk up to the door of the venue hand in hand. The thumping dance music can be heard from the end of the street, further if you're me. I feel a bit nauseous as we get closer to the building and my hand unconsciously squeezes to hard on Willow's hand.

The lights and the noise and the masses of teenagers all crash together as we try to find a quieter corner. Somewhere along the way we are greeted by some of WIllow's friends who whisk her away leaving me standing awkwardly in the middle of a sea of adolescence.

I manage to fight my way through the crowd and find a set of stairs. I find myself in a hallway with heaps of doors. I try the first one on my left and accidently walk in on a couple making out. After three more doors of similar incidences, including a couple doing things people my age should really do with anyone, I find a vacant bedroom. From the décor it must be the hosts younger brothers as many posters and merchandise of Ben 10 are around the room and in the corner was a racing car bed.

I am alone for a while and seriously considered staying here for the entirety of the party but I thought Willow might leave without me. But I lay there on carpet for at least an hour and a half. Just staring at the ceiling and contemplating how useless I am to the world.

I get up, eventually and wander down stairs. The amount of people in the main room has thinned a bit but that just meant that they were in a different room making out, or worse. I still can't see Willow though. I stand awkwardly in the corner where the food is, scraping the last of the chips out of the bag and lollies. That is until a figure, slightly tipsy looking walks up to me. From a few meters away I can smell the strong reek of alcohol coming off them.

"Hey there gorgeous" A distinctively male voice comes from the figure.

"Um, I'm not who you are looking for, I'm a dude" I say uncomfortably, I try to step backwards but the table blocks my way.

"Yes you are and I know baby" His voice a bit slow from the drink.

"Uh" I utter hopelessly "I'm not gay"

"Baby relax" He grabs my shoulders tightly and I'm taken off guard as he presses his lips to mine.

I try to pull back but my usual strength has left me from shock. His breath stinks of alcohol and his fingers dig into my shoulders. I managed to find my strength again and push him backwards off me and accidently throw him to the ground. But I don't care. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve and search for Willow. We need to leave now.

I eventually find her and I run over and squeeze her hand. I smell thick alcohol but the guy from before is no where to be seen. Then I realize its WIllow. She turns to me with dazed eyes and flings her arms around my neck, forcing her lips against my face.

"Oliver, babe" she coos in a voice that makes me quite uncomfortable.

"Willow stop" I try to push her away but she wraps her leg around mine, still kissing any exposed skin.

"Willow" I groan and find enough strength to push her away.

"Have you been crying?" I ask her but she ignores me and tries to resume kissing me but I'm too quick for her and grab her by the hand and lead her through the door, dragging her home.

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Getting Willow to enter my bedroom without getting any ideas turns out to be a challenge but manage to lock her in there with me on the other side, mainly for my own protection.

Castor and Pollux were conveniently out with Mafi for the night, doing older Vampire stuff that wasn't allowed to know about.

I layed down on the couch and close my eye in an effort to sleep. What worries me though, is why Willow was crying.

A/N Sorry if its shorter and crappier than other chapters. I wrote about 1000 words then half of it got deleted, TWICE.

Any way, hope you have a great day. Gracie Pegs ooooooooooooooout ;P