Chapter Twelve - Star Gazing
"Alright, sit down Quinn." King instructs as he helps me sit on the soft grass.
"You're pretty bruised up." I slur. I look over him and trace his pretty beat up knuckles with my fingers. "But don't worry, you're still darn cute."
"Oh really?" He chuckles. I like hearing him laugh though. "Keep this on, will you?"
I frown, it's so hot but he keeps wrapping his leather jacket on my shoulders.
"Keep your eyes open, Quinn." He says, steadying me from sitting. I'm sure that if he's not holding me now, it's 100% guaranteed that I'll fall face flat on the ground. "Lean on my shoulder."
My head feels so big and heavy, as well as hot and puffed. I'm trying my best to stay awake like he says but my eyelids are getting heavier by the minute.
"Shit!" King curse as I feel myself falling backwards. He caught me in time, his hands on the small of my back near my waist.
My head's hanging but I don't have the strength to lift myself. "Woah."
"Quinn? What? Why?" I can hear the nervousness on King's voice, kind of making me want to laugh but smiling a little makes me feel like my head will crack open.
"The sky's so pretty." I mutter. Looking at the starry night sky above us.
King hums in agreement, leaning me on his chest. I rest my head at the crook of his neck.
"You're comfy." I giggle. "And you smell good too."
King laughs, stroking my hair gently as I continue to ramble. "This is nice. I could get use to this."
"No one's stopping you, baby."
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Two hours before.
I'm dizzy.
I've always been told that I'm a light drinker. Two to three bottles and I'm already down. So far, I've only had one and a half bottle of beer. I didn't drink the remaining as I feel my body getting hotter by the second. No, not the sexy kind.
Pitiful, I know.
I make my way towards the vast backyard of Claude's house, being inside a stuffy room filled with hormonal and sweaty teenagers dancing in a booming sound system makes my head pound some more.
I sit on the stairs, not caring if it's kind of cold outside. I feel so much better now that I can breathe fresh air and not be inside a stuffy atmosphere.
"Hey, girl." A guy says, making me jolt in surprise and turn at him. "Did I scare you? Oops."
I wince as the strong smell of alcohol hits my nose, making me want to hurl my guts out on his face. I roll my eyes before starting to walk away from him as he throws his empty beer can on the floor.
"Leaving so soon? I don't think so." He smirks, stopping me as he grabs me on my wrist too tight for my liking.
"Get your filthy hands off of me." I hiss. Cute or not, I don't like anyone touching me carelessly like we've been close friends since forever.
I'm not labeled as Knight Academy's Untouchable for nothing.
"Come on Girly, I know you want a piece of me." He chuckles while my eyes grow bigger in astonishment and disgust combined.
"I'm asking you nicely to let go." I say in a calmed voice but my head thinking of various ideas that would take him down.
