Mafia? More like Amish Thugs

Chapter Three

Sophia's POV:

I turned up my music dancing along to Alone - Falling In Reverse. I was getting ready for the hut party. I had finally decided on leather leggings and a ruffled red tank that showed my midriff. I didn't feel like doing much with my hair, so I just sprayed some curling spray in it.

Walking out of the room, I pulled on my black pumps, steadying myself with the wall in the hallway.

"Jolin?" I called.

"In the living room."

I walked down the hall, my heels clicking. I stopped in front of him, turning slowly, "How do I look?"

He looked up. When I faced him again, I could tell he was staring, I smiled. I let him stare for a bit before snapping my fingers.

"Huh? Oh you look fine," he said, turning his attention elsewhere.

I smiled, "So when are we leaving?"

"Now, I guess."

I clapped excitedly, "Grabbing my car keys. I'm driving my own car. I have music I listened to."

He nodded. I left.

Pulling up to the Hut Party it wasn't much yet. But I knew that things will get better.

I spun, dancing. Caleb pulled me closer, our bodied pressed close. The party had picked up, a lot of the English kids I had invited showed up.

"So happy you came?" Caleb asked, leaning closer to be heard over people and music.

I shrugged and smiled, "sure."

After the song, I walked away, wanting a drink. I found Mitch standing by the makeshift bar. He must have come here drunk because as long as I had been there I was yet to find alcohol. Though I'm sure it was here somewhere if I looked hard enough.

"Soapy," Mitch slurred, pulling me into a hug.

I returned it politely before trying to turn away. He wouldn't let go however.

"Mitch, let go."

"No, you're supposed to be here with me."

I pushed him off, "One, you're drunk. Two, I never said I was here with you or anyone. I'm just having fun."

Mitch laughed, "But you made it sound like you wanted me."

I sighed, "I was flirting Mitch. Drunk guys are such a turn off though."

"Hey Sophia, is everything alright?" Caleb asked, appearing next to me. I smiled and nodded.

"Mitch was just leaving."

"Wait, wait. So you, you wannabe with this pipsqueak?" Mitch asked. Well, great. He seemed like nothing more than an angry drunk and this could escalate quickly.

"Okay, Mitch how about we go outside and cool down for a bit?" I offered, trying to do anything to get him out.

"NO." Mitch shouted.

Caleb stepped up between us, though honestly not quite sure this kid could do much in the situation.

"I think you need to leave," Caleb said.

Bam! Mitch threw a punch right to Caleb's jaw. Caleb crumpled, KO'd.

"Fuck!" I cursed, kneeling next to Caleb, "what the hell Mitch?!"

Mitch grabbed my arm roughly pulling me up. Snatching my arm away, I slapped him hard, "Dont touch me you asshole."

A lot of the party continued around us but some kids stopped and watched the exchange. I'm pretty sure this was the most exciting thing to happen at an Amish party.