Mindless Love

4: The Work of the Devil

*Nicki POV*

The sun was going down, so you know that it was time to turn up. Everyone had changed into their regular clothes, and the party was moved inside. I was wearing high waisted shorts, a white crop top, and vans. My hair was piled on top of my head in a messy bun, in a sad attempt to stay cool in this cramped living room full of people grinding on each other.

The music was so loud that the floor was thumping along with the beat. I couldn't even hear myself think, and I was pretty sure that by the time tomorrow came I would be deaf.

I watched enviously as Jake danced with some girl. She was shaking her ass like she had done it a million times, which her hoe ass probably has.

I don't know what possesed me to do what I did next. Considering the fact that I had been drinking earlier, it was most likely the work of the devil.

I walked up to Jake and basically pried him away from the girl, and started dancing with him. she gave me a disgusted look and stomped off.

Haha bitch.

I had my back against Jakes' s sculpted chest, and his hands were on my hips as we danced, moving our bodies to the beat. He leand his lips towards my ear so I could hear what he was saying.

"I think someone was a little jealous." he teased mockingly.  I shrugged it off. "Well, she had sonething I wanted, so I took it."

He laughed at my response and we stopped talking, and continued dancing for god knows how long. All of a sudden, I felt his lips on my neck, biting softly. I moaned at the feel of, and tilted my head to the side to give him a little more access. His hands were traveling lower, and lower, untill they were playing with the very top of my shorts and he began to slide his hands into them.

RED FUCKING FLAG

I pulled away from him, and turned so that we were face to face. He looked shocked for a second untill he quickly composed himself. "I'm sorry Jake, I'm not that kind of girl." He shrugged, not even looking disapointed.

"Its whatever Nicki." he said nonchalantly.  I frowned at his reaction and walked off to find one of the girls.

Serena was in the kitchen sitting on the counter while Craig stood infront of her, and they were making out.

Gross.

Raena was no where to be found, so I searched up and down for Leah. I finally found her sitting on the stairs scrolling through her phone. I sat next to her and nudged her with my shoulder.

"Why aren't you dancing and having a good time?" I asked her, wondering why she would rather be sitting alone.

"I should be asking you the same thing. But if you must know, I would much rather be home eating waffles and watching Dance Moms or something. This isnt really my scene." she replied not looking up from her phone.

I tried relentlessly to get her to get up and dance with me but she refused. I could tell that it was not up for discussion, so I decided that it would be best to just leave her alone I made my way back down to the kitchen to get a drink. Thankfully Craig and Serena weren't sitting on the counter.

I poured myself a shot a vodka, and gulped the whole thing down. I winced as it burned my throat, but after a few seconds the burning sensation was gone.

After I few more shots, I think that it was safe to say that I was drunk. actually, drunk was a bit of an understatement. I was thrashed, hammered, or whatever it is that young people say nowadays.

I stumbled my way back into the living room to see Jake sat on the couch making out with some other bitch.

Someone's being a busy boy. I thought to myself as I watched them swap spit, ignoring the feeling in my chest as I did so. He came up for air and smirked as he realized that I had seen his make out session with slut number 2.

What I did next was what any jealous girl with an ample amount of alcohol in her system would do.

I grabbed the closet boy to me and planted a big sloppy kiss right on his lips.

Take that Jake.

When I looked at Jake, his face was both shocked and angry. and I smiled triumphantly, proud that I got the reaction I wanted out if him. It took me about ten seconds to realize that his angry glare was not directed towards me, but at the boy that I kissed. As I layed eyes on him the random boy, I realized why Jake looked so angry.

I had kissed Ray, and he just stood there looking shocked as well. Not only was he best friends with Jake, he also had a girlfriend.

And that girlfriend was currently headed in my direction, looking as if she was ready to rip my throat out. Meanwhile , due to the fact that I was legitimately wasted, I could barely even process what was going on.

This was definitely the work of the devil.