Smoke

Three

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~Chapter Three~

I rushed out of the house and to Rainy's car as she went and searched for Smoke. I had no intention of running into him again after the scene that had just happened in that bedroom.

Images of him flashed through my mind. The taste of his lips lingered on mine. His touch still burned on my hips. Wait, what the hell am I thinking? He basically tried to rape me. I snapped out of my little day dream as Rainy stumbled down the driveway towards her car. 

"I can't find my keys Bia. I asked Smoke if we could spend the night here. He said that's fine." Rainy said and before I had any time to protest she walked back to the house and disappeared through the front door.

I sat inside the car for a good ten minutes before I mustered up the courage to go back into the house. I mentally reassured myself. I'll just avoid him for the rest of the night. I mean it's a big house it shouldn't be that hard. 

I slipped through the front door and looked around nervously. I was relieved when I didn't see him anywhere near me. 

I walked into the kitchen and saw tons and tons of kegs and red cups filled with alcohol. I grapped one of the cups and without hesitation I gulped it down. The vodka burned down my throat and continued into my stomach. It was my first time ever tasting vodka and at first it tasted completely disgusting but the buzzing feeling it left behind was actually quite relaxing. 

I grabbed another cup before leaving the kitchen and went to search for Rainy. I finally found her outside on the patio with a small group of people huddled around the fire pit. The flames on the fire danced around the pit in flickers of red and orange as it consumed the burning wood. The people around Rainy were all wearing at least one clothing item made out of leather and had at least a couple tattoos. They looked intimidating at first but the way they joked around and laughed with eachother made them seem more welcoming.

"Bia, finally I was wondering were you went!" Rainy squealed as she jumped up and grabbed my arm pulling me towards the group of people. I sat between her and a boy with jet black hair wearing a white t-shirt and dark black jeans. His facial features were harsh and sculpted and his eyes were a light caramel color which contrasted beautifully against his olive skin tone. He was attractive to say the least. 

"Everyone this is my best friend Bia Parkers." Rainy exclaimed as she slung her arm around me. I scanned the entire group of smiling and inviting faces until I was stopped with a pair of familiar devilish eyes. It was Smoke. He was seated directly across from me with a scowl spread across his face and his bottom lip was red and puffy, most likely from the battle wound I had given him earlier. I took another long sip of my drink and quickly looked away from him.

"Nice to meet you Bia." Smoke spit with anger. I nodded politely and looked down at my cup trying to avoid his gaze.

"Nice outfit." A girl with bright blonde hair and deep brown eyes teased as she looked at my plain loose fitting shirt and faded old jeans. She was seated almost right ontop of Smoke wearing barely any clothes. What a slut. I thought to myself.

"I would say the same to you, but it doesn't look like you're wearing any clothes at all. Who'd you borrow your skirt from, you're five year old sister?" I spat right back at her. I was in shock myself when I heard the words slip from my mouth. Everyone around me started laughing except for the girl and Smoke.

The rest of the group began to talk and joke about past parties at this house. I didn't say anything at all considering this was one of the few parties I had ever been to. Rainy talked of how one time her and the girl with blonde hair were dared to run around the house naked, which they did of course. I found out the blonde haired girl's name was Lucy.

The boy with caramel colored eyes talked of one time how him and Smoke both jumped off a balcony and into the inground pool. I found out his name was Zayn. We shared a few glances at eachother and I turned away shyly before Zayn could see my cheeks blushing bright red.

As the fire began to die down the whole group decided to go inside. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and glanced down at the time. It was already 3:14 a.m. As I pushed my phone into my back pocket I felt a hand hold mine. It was Zayn. He laced his fingers around mine and gave me a subtle wink. I smiled in return as he lead me into the house.

The house quiet and empty for the most part. There were a few sleeping people littering the living room floor, but there wasn't nearly as many people that were in here just a few hours ago. 

"Harry can I sleep in your room tonight?" Lucy batted her long eye lashes as she wrapped her arms around Smoke's torso. Harry? Hm he doesn't really look like a Harry to me.

"Lucy, what did I say about calling me Harry." Smoke whispered harshly as he threw her arms off of him. "And plus I want to sleep alone tonight." He spat. He looked directly at me and then glanced at my hand and Zayn's hand locked together. He paced down the hallway and shut his bedroom door locking it behind him.

Rainy, Lucy, and a brunette, whose name I already forgot, walked over to the living room and plopped down on the couches and fell asleep almost instantly. The other two boys from the group both went seperate ways finding empty rooms to sleep in. All who was left was Zayn and I.

"Let's go find some place a little more...private." Zayn smirked seductively at me as he stared at my lips. I didn't protest but my stomach began to turn. I was never a girl to "hookup" with a boy I barely knew. I had only kissed a total of 2 boys in my life. One of them being Jeremy Davidson, my 3rd grade crush, and the other was my ex boyfriend Luke from Sophomore year in highschool.

Zayn lead me down a long hallway and opened the door to yet another bedroom. How many rooms does this house have? Zayn tore off his shirt which revealed his nice toned body. His skin was covered in ink. I had never liked a lot of tattoos but on Zayn's body I wouldn't mind looking at them. He hurried and pulled me onto the bed and began kissing me. His kisses were aggressive and slopy, most likely from being drunk. He pinned me to the bed and looked up at me. His caramel eyes were no longer light and warm, but they were dark and frightening. I squirmed under his strength but he just gribbed my arms tighter. I could feel bruises already forming on my skin. 

He held both of my arms together with one of his hands and his other slowly made its way to my jeans and unbottoning them.

"Get off of me!" I screamed and kicked but it was no use. "Help! Help me!" I yelled in desperation even though I knew everyone in the house was passed out and drunk. I felt salty tears drip from my eyes as Zayn tugged my jeans down my thighs.

"Please...don't." I pleaded in broken sobs. 

Right as I was about to give up I heard the bedroom door bash open to show the one and only Smoke. 

"Zayn get the fuck off of her." Smoke yelled as he yanked Zayn off of me and threw him to the ground. I hurried to pull me jeans up and I got off the bed and hid behind Smoke. His body was toned and bulky. I clung onto his shirt which smelled of beer and smoke. Zayn got up quickly and started towards the door.

"Don't worry, we'll finish this little game later babe." Zayn hissed as he pulled his shirt on and left.

"Be careful what type of guys you mess around with." Smoke said emotionless. I wanted to laugh right then and there since only a few hours ago he was the one doing the same thing to me.

"Thanks, uh- um Smoke." I said lowly right before he left the door.

"No problem, but call me Harry." He said and without turning back to look at me he turned off the light and shut the door. 

I climbed into the big bed and bundled up under the thick blanket, replaying the eventful night I just had. I drifted off into a deep sleep as I dreamed of a boy with green eyes who's lips tasted of metal and vodka.