Black Mail

House Party

                  

This party was loud, the speakers rebounding music off the walls that made the whole house shake. Merrie, gripping my hand tightly, shouted in my ear that the kitchen would be quieter. I nodded, not even bothering to yell over the noise, and allowed her to guide me there. Miraculously she had been right.  The moment we stepped into the kitchen, the noise level seemed to drop an octave.

"That's better!" She sighed, dropping my hand. I watched her as she walked around the counter. She was sporting white skinny jeans, and a sleeveless floral crop top. Tonight, she had on beige pointy toe heels, making her a good 5 inches taller than she really was. Even at a party that was full of thugs and drug addicts, she was still extremely classy. Even her hair was perfect. It was curled as it always was, bouncing off her shoulders, the lighter bottom looking brighter from the florescence lights.

She turned to face me around the counter, we were alone in here. The only thing I could focus on was her face. She was sporting nothing but a wicked winged eye liner, and soft pink lipstick.  "So Mr. Spiderman, what would you like?" Her body was perfect, and I found myself almost salivating at the mouth as I watched her. I had to forcibly tear my eyes away to get a grip.

All the things I really wanted ran through my head. I was more than sure she caught my face blushing. "I'm good for a rum and coke." I choked out.

She looked in the cupboard, while I shamelessly stared at her behind. I looked away quickly, guilty, when she turned around and spoke again with an apologetic look on her face. "How about a gin and tonic..."

Before I could say that was great, a horde of people burst through the kitchen door, laughing like lunatics.

"Babe!" The only guy in the gaggle of girls called out.

Merrie turned to see who had shouted. "Oh, hey Ashton, I see you found the choir."

I snorted at the comment. I wasn't sure who this blonde headed boy with the dimples was, but by the reproachful look she threw him, I wasn't too sure they were on good terms.

"Hey, come on. Make us a drink, and we can chat it out." He slurred, clearly drunk.

"I was just about to make my friend Niall here one. You can make one for yourself." And that was exactly what she did, while he stood there, gaping at her.  She made us both a quick gin and tonic, bounded over to me with the drink, handing it over, and told me to follow her.

The blonde stood there, mouth on the floor, while all the girls around him, stood watching.  Merrie pulled me by the hand, dragging me across the floor, ignoring him completely. He stared after us, but Merrie didn't care. She just kept pulling me further away.

Then we were in the hallway, the music pounding again. She released my hand to point upstairs, but proceeded to grasp it again, and drag me where she had just previously pointed. We somehow found ourselves on the roof, and my g-d it was freezing. It was completely silent up here.

"Come on," still holding my hand, she dragged me over the ledge. I did nothing to stop her, only sat down where and when she did. She sat close, extremely close. The side of her body was pressed against mine as she took a sip of her drink. She radiated heat, and I relished in it. "It's freezing out."

"You're shivering." Yanking off my windbreaker, I draped it over her shoulders, one handed.

"I like the cold..."

"Why did you drag me up here?" I asked cautiously.

"I'm still cold. Niall, can you put your arm around me?" I stiffened at her abrupt words. What was she doing? I unfroze, slowly snaking my arm around her.  I watched the hairs on that arm rise in the cold chilly air.