Temptation

Chapter 27

The yard is filled with hormonal teenagers holding red cups. they all seem to be having fun, and instead I'm moping around because of all of the drama happening.

"Oh there's Liam!-" Abby points across the yard at Liam who seems to have just taken a shock of something strong Because his face scrunches up in disgust. "I'll see you in a couple of minutes okay?" She tells me and runs off to Liam who starts to kiss her.

I walk slowly up the long field of grass to the large house filled with more people. I'm occasionally stepping on empty plastic cops and spilt drinks on the floor. There's a guy passed out on the couch and two other guys draw on his face with a sharpie. I look over at the boy and there's a penis drawn on his forehead and I can't help but escape a giggle and turn back around.

"Looks like you could use one of these." A guy shoves a red cup towards me and before I could protest and give it back, he already disappeared into the large sea of people.

"What are you doing here?"

I go to place the red cup on the counter but before it's nearly down I debate to myself. Do I want to have fun?

I bring the cup to my lips and take a large gulp. It tastes horrible, it burns my throat but I keep chugging it down. Another drink is handed to me minutes later and I down it quickly. Next thing I know I take another cup after another.

"Beth?" Only one person calls me Beth. Harry?

"Harry heyyyy." I walk closer to him and nearly fumble but he catches me.

"What're you going here? Why are you drinking? Who are you here with?" He asks all of these questions and tries to hold me up but I swivel out of his grip.

"This isn't school stop asking me so many questions." I say through a giggle.

"Styles!" A man with a slight beard walks over to harry and he holds up a finger and tells me to stay put.

I look across the room at the people surrounding me. There's a half naked couple on the floor making out, there's a girl who looks like she's been beaten up passed out of the sofa, there's a guy bringing a really pretty girl upstairs to do God knows what.

I don't see how people could come to these types of parties almost every weekend. I mean, they do seem like they're having fun but doesn't it get old? Aren't they focused of school work and family. I need another drink.

The next couple minutes I drink at least five cups and I feel great. My mind seems to be focused on positive things and I feel as though I want to dance. I walk over to the part of the house where people are dancing and start to dance by myself. I'm sure I look like an idiot but I don't care.

The room is dark, lights flashing all around and the room seems to be getting more and more blury. Someone grabs a hold of my arm and bring my back to their front.

"You're hot as fuck." The males voice says through my ear and an unexpected giggle comes out of my mouth.

He grinds himself on me and I go along. This is fun, I'm actually having fun. His hangs grip my waist and he turns me around to face him. His hand reaches to my bottom and he gently squeezes before pulling away.

"Woah. You're easy A." I snap my head up to look at him. Its the guy who dared me to go upstairs with the creep. He had a busted lip and his left eye seems to have a dark wrong around it.

"What?" I mumble.

"The slutty girl Steve took upstairs a couple weeks ago." What? Easy A? Slutty girl?

He walks closer to me and winks.

"Can I get a turn?" He grabs me by the waist. I try to shove him off but it's no use.