The Day You Ruined My Life

The "Party"

Chapter 3

The "Party"

We pulled in front of a pretty big house. Now, when I saw "pretty big", I mean it was amazingly gorgeous and flippin enormous! I could hear tons of really loud techno rock and euro trash blareing from inside. Well, we were down in Cape Cod, land of the rich kids of Massachisetts. Damn! I wasn't going to know anyone there. I went kind of wide eyed at the thought.

"What? Don't you like parties?" He sounded almost aggravated at my speechlessness.

Ok Kat, he's hott, don't look like a moron now. Say something cool. Something sly and sexy. UGH! Ummmm, ummmm...

"Well duh". Yeah, good job your smoothness, I thought sarcasticly to myself and mentally smacked myself upside the head. Luckily he laughed at me, but it wasn't his usual heart melting, amazing laughter that could light up a room. It was almost forced, and nervous. Like he knew something I didn't and wasvtrying to cover it up. He started fidgeting in his back pocket, trying to get something, and then popped whatever it was into his mouth.

"Well duh" he mocked back. I stuck my pierced tongue out at him and started to walk up the front path to the house when he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me back to him, kissing me hard. His lips crashed against mine. Oh god it felt so nice in his arms. But, hey, what the hell was in his mouth. He tongued it into my mouth and before I could spit it out, it was down my throat and swallowed. I pulled back quick, uncertain of what just happened. He must have read my expression because he decided to follow up on it.

"Tic-tac".

Like HELL I thought to myself, but decided to shrug it off. No need to act like the geeky college freshman I was. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me up the walk way, rubbing my hand with.his thumb the whole time, giving me a soothing feeling. He was getting more and more touchy feely as time went on, but I wasn't complaining. He was sickeningly beautiful. Like, a greek god or something, with a little bit of punk. So, why wpuld I complain? So he can realize he's hanging out with a lame freshman. No! I'm not screwing things up for tonight! I will shut my mouth and let him pull me through the party.

Oh god! There is literally nobody I recognize here. Shit. Shit. Damn. Crap. I hope he doesn't think i'm usually this clingy, I just don't have anyone else i know to talk to. And this damn music is soo loud. I already have a headache, never really liked crowded social siituations. Too bad that supposed tic tac wasn't an asprin. He pulled me through the party, through crowds of people, and we landed on the couch, him pulling me into his lap.

"Hey gorgeous," he wispered in my ear as he brushed the hair out of my face (my signature nervous habit). I turned to look in his eyes, his pupils were wicked dilated, but they kept contracting spasmodically. "You know you are the most beautiful woman in this room and almost every guy is stareing at us." I turned my head quickly to the direction of the crowd and, oh y goodness, therevwas about 20 guys staring at me. What? Did my make-up get all over my face or something? Did I have clown-itis going on? I suddenly got very aware or everyone there. He laughed at the urgency of my look. I blushed...AGAIN! Then the music got much more relaxe. Finally! Something that didnt make my head want to explode.

"Dance with me." It was more of an order than a question. Before I could say anything he jumped up and pulled me to the middle of the room, in front of everybody none the less. Oh man! I am so gonna make a fool of myself. But, hey, I know this song. I actually like it too. It Bloodstream, by Stateless. Me being the geeky girl I am, came across it reading "The lost boys" by lilian Carmine. I kinda wish my life was more like Joe Gray's. It was probably better than mine, ghost-boys, magic and all.

I laid my head on his muscular chest and just felt the music. Wow! I felt like the room was spinning. I only had one vodka cranberry when we were sitting down. I wasn't that much of a light weight, was I? I think he noticed because he just held me even tighter, rubbing his hands up and down my back, it felt so good, almost unreal. He was, well, almost purring. Jeez louise, were all hot guys this weird. Bloodstream ended and the techno version of Sarah McLachlan and Delirium's "silence" started. He stopped dancing and kissed me. It was hard and breathtaking, angry and loving at the same time. It was like no other kiss i'd ever experienced. Suddenly, he threw me over his shoulder, in front of EVERYONE and carried me up the stairs of the maybe mansion. I was still in too much shock to fight him...OR notice all the astonished and kind of, I don't know, maybe stoned faces staring at us. I did smell pot in the livingroom.