Chapter 3
When we arrived at Jack's house the sun had set and the party looked to be in full swing. There were cars parked everywhere outside, and the house was overloaded with drunken teenagers. Skye paired up with Ashton before disappearing into the mesh of people. I looked over at Michael nervously before taking a deep breath and walking in together.
Inside was even tighter than could be imagined; it was like trying to walk around casually in the middle of a mosh pit. I looked behind me to find Calum, but he and Luke were already gone, thankfully Michael was still by my side.
"Drinks?" He asked, having to yell over the music. I just nodded in response and ended up following him to the kitchen. It was quieter in here, but everywhere that could hold drinks was, even the sink. I walked over to it, and grabbed the only one I have ever liked; it was clear and smooth. I poured myself a glass and turned to Michael only to find that he too had left me. I sighed taking a swig and decided to look around. I don't think I have ever been to Jack's house and it seemed quite massive.
It looked like every type of living room had themes, the main living room was the dance room, the back living room was the make-out room, the downstairs den was the game room (it looked like they were playing twister or something), and horny teenage couples would obviously occupy every other bedroom but I was not going to bother to make sure.
I found a decent place to hang out in the main living room, and who knows if I have a few more of these drinks I may feel confident enough to dance. And after a few more drinks I did exactly that, I got up with my cup and danced freely. My limbs' felt like they were flying, and it was an exhilarating sensation. I jumped around dancingly until a girl next to me bumped me causing me to push the guy on the other side of me. I grabbed onto him accidentally spilling the rest of my drink on him.
"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" I slurred the last part. He turned around to face me and chuckled slightly, he must have been as drunk as me if he wasn't mad.
"That's okay sweetheart." He said. I smiled and looked up at him, he looked familiar but at this state I couldn't place him, "Hey babe I missed you." He mumbled grabbing my waist trying to dance with me.
"What?" I asked into his shoulder since I pressed up against him. I looked up to see his face again; I blinked once, twice before realizing who he was, "Leon?" I asked trying to push him away.
"Yeah baby. Leon's here, and I'm not leaving this time." He said in pseudo sweetness.
"Well I'm leaving." I said pushing him away. I walked towards the staircase to trying and get my balance back. I looked around for Michael, or Calum, or Skye and Ashton, but I couldn't see anyone. I looked up the stairs to see Luke being pushed up against a wall by some hungry blonde wearing not enough clothes to cover her skin. Well if that's what he's into... Was all I could think. Weird though, I couldn't be sure, but it looked like he had his eyes open and was looking straight at me. I shook the thought before going back to looking for people.
"Babe come back. We were so good together." I heard from behind me. I turned to find Leon coming at me with his arms wide.
"I don't think so." I said walking away to the hallway besides the staircase. But instead a hand grabbed my arm and twisted me around.
"Just this once?" He pleaded as he pinned me against the wall.
"Leon no!" I yelled as I pushed against him. But he just pressed himself up against me digging his fingernails into my hips.
"Baby just give in." He murmured in my ear before pressing his wet lips against mine. He moved them against my motionless ones.
"Get off Leon!" I cried into his mouth, trying to break free. This is exactly what I don't need, especially tonight. I thought before trying again to squirm free from his grasp. About seconds away from a complete panic attack Leon is jerked away from me. Without him holding me up I fall to the ground, watching the rest of the events unfold before me. The tall man threw Leon on the floor by his collar before standing over him and throwing punches in his face. I studied the face of my rescuer trying to get past my drunken phase, and I discovered whom it was.
