The Badboy and the Sociopath

Chapter 11- What's a College Party without a Creep?

After being bombarded by Maiylee and her drunken excitement, I made my way to the bar or in this case the messy kitchen. With Maiylee on my tail, I pushed my way through the various bodies scattered around the kitchen, to the cooler on the counter beside the sink and grabbed a beer. To completely forget the past few weeks of school, I downed the beer and a few more then took a few shots and by the time I was finished I was on my way to being completely relaxed and giddy; ready to party and anything else the night had to offer.

Moments later I was 'bumping' -as the cool kids say- to Caroline by Amine before the DJ blasted Back To Sleep by Chris Brown and I was subsequently dragged on the dance floor by Maiylee because it was her favorite song, though I was in no mood to protest as the music and alcohol were running the show at this point. We danced about three songs after that before a firm hand grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me to them, my back pressed firmly against the stranger's sculpted chest. Without a care, I didn't look around to see the face that went with the hand and chest but continued dancing to the music, grinding and swaying where necessary. 

Not long into dancing the person leaned down to my ear and began speaking to me in a breathy tone "You don't know what your dancing does to me." He pulled my hips closer to him.

At this point, for any normal person, alarm bells would be going off indicating I should get as far away from this creep as possible but instead a sense of familiarity flooded over me and I finally turned around. I looked into the familiar pair of piercing blue eyes belonging to Eric and a Chesire like grin stretched across my face.

I tiptoed to reach his ear as he was a few feet taller than I was, replying over the loud music "And what exactly does my dancing do to you?" I asked.

"Why don't I show you" he said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and nodding his head towards the stairs.

I looked at him for 2 seconds before I burst out laughing and him following suit. I had had too much to drink to take him seriously and he had been staring at my drunk expression for too long to take me seriously

He soon sobered up then asked, "Missed you, Lon. Upstairs in 30?"

I sobered up along with him and replied with a wink "25 if you're lucky."

We chatted for a bit and danced to a few more songs. I took a break and went to take a seat on the couch at the side of the room beneath the stairs. Its pale green patches and worn seats looked more welcoming than usual. I walked towards it eagerly, ready to be off my feet and out of the cesspool of handsy college boys and all too eager to please college girls. When I finally stumbled to the sofa I quickly sat down and stretched my limbs to relax a little, only to have that short minute of peace interrupted by yet another college boy. This time he didn't look like the type to frequent these party scenes, at least not nearly as much as I have. I watched the shadowy figure emerge from the corner of the room where the staircase ends and a dark corner presides to house a coat rack and apparently a person as well. I squinted to make him out, he had long dark hair that almost completely covered his small beady eyes, his face was narrow like the rest of his slim body and as he stepped more into the light his pale skin came into view. He stalked over until he sat right beside me.

"Hey," he said boldly.

I returned his greeting with a slight nod and a half-smile.

"I've been waiting for you all night, almost thought you weren't gonna come," he said, mostly to himself.

I looked at him puzzled "Have we met before?" I asked.

"Not formally, no, but I have seen you around-" he leaned in closer to "and I like what I see" he added creepily.