Captivated

The Party

"What the hell is his problem?" Matt rolled his eyes as smirking in my direction. "You know, there is a really hip party tonight, and I just may have a plus one."

He draped his arm behind my shoulders while placing his lips on my ear. Shivers ran up my spine as he whispered, "Whatta say Betsy?"

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The hallway was silent except for the loud banging of my stomping. "What the fuck is her problem?!" I punched a nearby locker sending pain down to the root of my hand. I could care less about pain right now as long as I got the hell out of here.

"Ray!" Oh god. I turned around to see the perky Emily Benson. Her blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and her chest bulging out of her cheerleading top.

"What Emily?" I crossed my arms over my chest, hoping she'd notice my annoyance.

"I am throwing a party tonight, and I was hoping you could stop by." Her finger traveled down my chest as she gave me a pleading look.

"Fine whatever, just leave me alone." I pushed passed her and headed to my car. The engine sprung to life as I drove to the nearest bar. I needed a drink, and sex. Now.

Mason's bar was empty as usual as I made my way to my regular seat. I searched around the room looking for an easy target. I spotted her at the end of the bar, sipping on a beer. I called for the waiter telling him to give the lady a drink and make it from me. Soon enough he placed a drink by the lady before nudging toward me.

Long brown hair cascaded down her back, she wore a tight black dress showing off her perfect curves. She peeked at me, glaring at me with piercing brown eyes. She looked around the bar before making her way towards me. Jackpot.

"Isn't it a little too early to be buying girls drinks?" She sat down on the stool beside me. She wore heavy brown makeup and bright red lipstick. The smell of her was enough to get me off.

"It's drinking time somewhere, hey why don't you say we take this conversation to the back." I put my hand on her bare back before walking her to my designed sex spot. She giggled at the sight of the twin bed in the back of the room.

"This is just romantic." She gave me another piercing glare. I growled it off before pushing her facedown on the bed. It was now time to forget about Elizabeth Moon.

After drinking and screwing my problems away I decided to make an appearance at Emily's party. Emily had her own home off campus, her dad was some kind of business CEO -and made bank- so her house should be considered a mansion. Music poured out into the streets as I made my way in. The smell of body odor and alcohol welcomed me. I glanced around the room until I found Caleb sitting alone on a nearby couch.

"What's up man?" He pulled me onto the couch while chugging a can of beer.

"Just living life I guess. Where's Matt?" I accepted a bottle and drank.

"He's running around with that girl. There's a bet made to see who can get into her pants first. I guess Matt wants the money." He shook his head. "I don't know why though, I've seen better." He took another sip.

"What do you mean bet?"

"Some guys on the football team thought she was a virgin and wanted to see who could get it first. I don't know." He flashed a smile to a nearby girl standing with her friends. "Damn Ray, look at her ass! I've got to hit this one. See ya man."

I got off the couch and made my way around the mansion. Every once and awhile some bimbo would flash her teeth at me or move her hair over her shoulder. I didn't take the time to notice. I walked into the kitchen to find Elizabeth standing against the counter with a red cup in her hand.

"What's up princess?" I smirked in her direction as she rolled her eyes at me.

"Fuck off Dean, wouldn't want anyone thinking I'm stalking you again." She took a few more sips before refilling her cup. "Actually no, I think it's quite funny. Psh, as if anyone would want to stalk you."

She chugged the cup down and refilled. "Elizabeth I don't think you should be drinking that much." I tried to grab the cup from her, but she spun away.

"Since when do you care what happens to me? Last time I checked you only cared about yourself." She drank some more before setting the cup down and walking into the next room.

An hour or so went by and I spent my time talking to a few girls about recycling. The story was boring, but the cute redhead's boobs would bounce every time she mentioned the word recycle, which was a lot. I was about to encourage the word "recycle" more until I heard chanting coming from the other room.

"STRIP! STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!"

Oh, I had to see this. I followed the voices into the den to find a girl standing on top of a pool table dancing. She wore only black laced underwear and a matching bra. She spun around and my heart fell to my chest. Elizabeth. Fuck.

I looked over for Matthew and found him next to the pool table taking pictures. I pushed my way through the crowd and found Matt, he smiled when he saw me. I punched him in the jaw.

"Elizabeth get down and come on." She looked down at me while crossing her arms.

"No." She stared me down. I grabbed her arm and pulled her off the table. She began fighting me, so I tossed her over my shoulder and headed toward the door.

"You are an idiot." She laughed. "I was just having fun."

"Trust me, you don't want to get naked in front of all those people, now get in the car." I opened the passenger door and guided her inside.

I put the car in drive and headed down the street. "Dean," Elizabeth grabbed my arm. "I don't feel too well." She threw up all over herself and all over my car.

I closed my eyes and punched the steering wheel. This woman was going to be the death of me. I didn't want to spend the time driving all the way to Elizabeth's dorm then back to my house, so i went straight home. Elizabeth passed out in her pile of vomit before we even made it to the interstate. I rolled down the windows trying to defuse the smell, not that it helped. I looked over at her, she was still in her bra and panties, and besides the vomit sticking to her body she looked surprisingly beautiful. Her snores traveled through the air like music. There was just something so different about her, but I couldn't quite put it into words.

I pulled into the driveway killing the engine to my mustang. The snow danced around my head as I trudged my way to Elizabeth's side. She groaned as I lifted her into my arms, gagging as the putrid stench of vomit grew. The journey to the front door was crucial as ice tried to trip me millions of times. Elizabeth stirred as I placed her on her feet.

"You need to wake up so I can get you in the shower." I gently shook her as her eyes fluttered. "Elizabeth!" She went limp against my chest, I gave up and hauled her into my bathroom. I turned on the shower letting it warm as I set her against the wall on the floor. "Elizabeth this is the last time I am telling you to wake up before I wash you myself." She didn't move.

I quickly removed the remainder of her clothing and set her into the tub. She blinked a few times as the water hit her face, but she gave up on consciousness and fell against the shower wall. Water traveled down her body as I expeditiously washed her body. After there was no sign of bodily fluids, I lifted her out of the shower and carried her into the bedroom. Searching the room for any discarded clothing I found an old t-shirt and placed it over her head. She moved slightly as I laid her down on the bed. I pulled the blankets to her chin and climbed down next to her. This is going to be a long night.