Stubborn

Party! Wait...why am I going again?

"I'm going out", I say with as much attitude as I can muster.  "Where the...the hell are....y-you-hic- going?" I hear as I rush out of the house as fast as possible. I'm really not looking forward to getting punched in the ribs again by that son of a bitch tonight. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see my friend Marcus on his motorcycle.

 As I walk up to him, I realize he doesn't have his usual slutty girlfriend by his side, squeezing every last penny out of him. "Yo, where's Shitface?" I say with a smirk.  Marcus sighs and pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "She dumped me for Spencer Wilken". I frown and kick some rubble on the ground. "Thats sucks dude..I'm sorry" I say with sincerity. He lights up his cigarette and blows the smoke in my face, making me cough and punch him in the arm. By the time I stop hacking up a lung, he's laughing his ass off. "Aw, did the baby get blinded by the BIG BAD smoke cloud?" he says with his signature asshole smirk. I flip him off and grab the helmet on his seat. "Are we going to the damn party or not?" I say with an attitude. "Yeah, yeah, yeah babe. Just let me finish and we'll go." he says while taking the last drag of his cigarette. "What did I say about you calling me babe, dude! It's creepy! I've known you since I was like 13." "Not weird  to me at all BABE." he says while smirking. "Whatever, you're lucky I didn't kick your ass like the last time you called me babe." I say with a scowl. "Thanks for that" he says with sarcasm. 

I end up putting on my helmet to block out his ugly face and stupid voice. As he starts the bike up, I put my arms around him and close my eyes. The wind rushing by my legs feels like I'm flying and I'm free from all the shit I have to deal with. By the time we get there, I'm breathless. I see garbage on the ground surrounding the huge lake mansion thing as I get off the bike.  I step down and take off my helmet and hand it to Marcus. Just as I'm about to walk in he grabs my arm gently, "Hey..be careful and if you need me..just call me and I'll come running." he says with gentle eyes. I look in his eyes and nod. He lets me and I walk in to the lake mansion while he parks the bike. 

I push open the door and instantly feel a weird tingly sensation. I brush it off and go grab a cheap looking beer from the table, but I feel like people are staring at me. I turn around and come face to face with shit face herself. "Hi, Catarina! How's Marcus?" she says with fake enthusiasm. "He's great! I think he brought us here to find a new girl while you bang the whole football team!" I say with the same amount of crap enthusiasm she used and a evil grin. She looked at me like I was a piece of gum on the bottom of her shoe and said, "Stay away from him or you'll regret it orphan." I just laughed and walked away from her cake face. Honestly, who does she think she is dumping him and expecting him to run back to her like a lap dog. 

While I'm deep in thought about shit face, I bump into a something really hard and tall. "Shit, I'm sorry about that dude!" I say while trying to balance my drink. "It's alright, Catarina." says a very strong voice that gives me chills. I look up and see the face of the star football player at Craptown High School. I think his name is...Fin..yeah...Fin. He's smiling at me and it gives me a weird butterfly feeling in my stomach.  I shrug it off and lower my gaze to his white shirt. It's stained with my beer and I mentally face palm myself. "Crap! I ruined your shirt!" I don't know why I'm being so nice but I try to run for napkins. I feel a iron grip on my arm and I pulled back to look into Fin's eyes. I shiver and feel electricity in my arm where he's touching me. "It's fine princess." Oh fuck no. He. Did. Not. Just. Call. Me. PRINCESS. I pull my arm back and shake it out. "I don't know how you know my name dude, but I'm not a princess. I'm far from it and I don't appreciate getting grabbed like that". I walk away without looking back at him and sit down next to a guy smoking a blunt.

We both sit silently and I try to think if I know that douchebag Fin from any events at school I've been too. Nope. I sigh and look into my beer. I decide to down it and look over at the dance floor. I see shitface flirting with Fin and I snicker, but for some reason I feel a little angry. He obviously is trying to get away from her, and her dumb ass doesn't realize it. Right when I think he's going to walk away, he looks over at me and stares for a few seconds. He then smirks and pulls her to the dance floor. They start grinding and the musics pace quickens, I recognize the song as 'Work' by Rihanna. I stand up and before I realize what I'm doing, I grab the closest, attractive guy and move to the dance floor. At this point the guy is curious, I start to sway and pull him close. I don't know if it's the alcohol but I start to grind on him and he joins in. It felt weird but nice to dance. Next thing I know, I'm rapping along with Drake and basically twerking my ass off on this guy. He seems to be enjoying it though and he wraps his arms around my hips and guides me along his body. I turn around and face him while grinding slowly on him. I feel eyes on me but I don't care. I can't stop and I'm actually enjoying myself. I can't think, all I do is feel and savor the friction. The song ends and I hear 'Work From Home' by Fifth Harmony and I turn back around to face the wall and close my eyes. I feel different hands on me and I feel electricity up my body, it makes my adrenaline rush and makes me get dirtier in my movements. I put my arms around the stranger's neck and run my hands through their hair. It's soft and they smell cinnamon and the woods. 

The song ends and I'm still on cloud nine. I open my eyes and I see all eyes are on me and the stranger. I turn around and see none other than douchebag Fin. He looks as shaken as I feel and has a wild look in his eyes. He grabs my arm and I get a glimpse of shitface and a look of pure shock on her face. I smirk as I let him pull me upstairs to I'm guessing his room. He guides me in and locks the door. I should be freaked out but all I want is more friction from him and I don't know why. I'm beginning to slip back into reality when he pushes me against the wall and hooks my leg around his waist. My breath catches and he takes that moment to kiss me hard. Our lips move in sync and he bites my lower lip. I moan and open my mouth giving him access, but no way in hell am I letting him dominate me like this. I push myself closer to him and both our tongues fight for dominance. He grabs my hip tightly and growls, almost inhumanly, which just turns me on even more. At this point I'm tired and I let him take control. He starts to buck his hips into me and I feel the friction. God it feels SO good, but I think about what might happen and start to tense up. Fin senses this and pulls back to look at me. I'm breathing hard along with him and I pull my leg down. I look down and to my horror I see a wet spot on his pants where he grinded into me. I blush furiously and clear my throat. I had to wear a skrit, didn't I? He follows to where I was looking and chuckles,  which makes me blush even redder. "Can you stop laughing at me?" I say quietly. He immediately stops and looks at me with those golden brown eyes of his. I look into them and see actual kindness and worry...something I only see in Marcus. "Hey..I'm sorry..I came on too strong and..I can't believe I almost took your virginity." he says while scratching the back of his head. My eyes widen and I bite my lip, "It's that...obvious?" I say sadly. I can't believe I just threw myself at this guy. I'm so ashamed of myself that I rush out of the room...well I try to. The doors lock seems impossible to unhinge with my shaky hands. 

Fin comes up behind and hugs me, "I didn't mean it as a bad thing Catarina." he says with a consoling voice. I put my head against the door and sigh. "How do know my name by the way?" I say curiously. "Easy, I know Marcus. He told me about you before you came here." he says with a smile in his voice. "That's why he wanted me to come here so badly. To get rid of me." I say before my voice breaks. Why am I acting so fragile in front of him? I just really met this guy but I feel so comfortable around him. "No not at all Catarina, he just wants you happy with someone like us." What? "What do you mean like us?" I turn around and face him. He looks at me confused and says, "Werewolves of course". 

*Alright before I get ANY hate comments about how Halsey wouldn't act like that, think to yourself, 'Does my opinion REALLY matter to her?'. I'll answer that for you now...Hell No. It's my story so piss off if you don't like it. For all you readers out there who enjoyed my overly long first chapter I thank you for your eyeballs reading my trash. You're the type of people give me the will to write and not bang my head against a wall. This is what I love to do, write, and if ANYONE has a problem with my trash writing, please schedule a meeting in my office on the twelfth of NEVER. Thanks again to the readers and enjoy the rest of my trash! :)