Forever || magcon

Chapter 9

~Casey's POV~

Brittany pulled up in her car and I hopped in. I was ready for the party. I was wearing a short tight mini skirt and a really tight strapless crop top that only covered my chest. I wore sneakers because last time I basically fell with every step.

The music in Brittany's car was blasting. Once we pulled up to the house you could no longer hear the radio. It was so loud and wild. There were a lot of people there. Brittany smiled like she had just won the lottery.

"Coming?" She asked. I nodded my head and ran up next to her. We entered through the front doors of the house.

The house was huge. Trevor Mackey owns this house. He is basically one of the richest people in North Carolina. His dad is the head of the police department and his mom is the mayor. They basically can do whatever they want whenever they want. Which can sometimes be a bad thing.

I followed Brittany to the kitchen where all of the drinks were. She guzzled down almost all of the shots and immediately became drunk. She was smoking pot and making out with random guys. I tried to stay sober, but that didn't work out too well.

I grabbed a shot off the table and drank it. It was warm and it burned my throat. I somehow liked this feeling and just kept drinking the shots down. I went to the dance floor and started dancing. I was with this random guy who was actually pretty cute. Not as cute as Nash though.

The song "Get Low" by Dillon Francis and DJ Snake came on. He started grinding on me and I let him. He looked sort of familiar but my thoughts are scattered from the buzz. Now I remember that he was Trevor. I stopped him from continuing to dance with me and I walked back into the kitchen. He followed me. Shoot.

"Hey Casey! I haven't seen you in a while! Why haven't you come to any more of my parties? I know you love them . . . and I know you still love me." He said. His breath proved that he was definitely drunk.

"Yeah, well I've been busy." I said to him. He looked upset. I needed to leave before he tried anything on me again.

"Well, you shouldn't have been so busy that you couldn't send me a text or even call. Now why don't we go and catch up on things?" He said. I knew where this was going.

He grabbed my wrist and he had a tight grip. He dragged me upstairs and into his room. It was still the same as last time. He led me to the bed but I didn't sit. He patted the spot next to him and waited for me to sit.

"You might want to sit down, just warning you." He said.

I sat down and he put his arm around me. He rubbed my arms and my back and started to give me a massage. Then I felt him feeling my boobs.

"Stop!" I said.

"Why? I thought you wanted to catch up on things?" He said. He looked at me. I know what he's capable of.

"Fine, then let's catch up on things." I wanted to say that I have a boyfriend and that he would be here any minute to help me, but I couldn't. And I wouldn't. It would be too dangerous for the both of us.

He continued to rub my back. He started to lift off my shirt revealing my lace bra. I looked at him and he was eyeing me up and down. Then he took off his shirt. He grabbed my hand and put it on his chest. I got chills from touching his bare warm skin.

Then he kissed me. His mouth tasted gross. He started to pull off his pants. He took them off and then pulled off my skirt. I just layed there, I was unable to move at all. All I could think about was Nash. And I tried to pretend that Trevor was Nash. I kissed him and soon we were making out. He pulled off my bra and I covered up.

"Don't worry, I've seen it before." He said. Then he kisses me on my neck. I realize that he is not Nash and I snap out of it. I push him off of me and put my clothes back on. I regret this entirely.

"I'm sorry, it's getting late I should probably go-"

"What do you mean? Uou don't have to leave! You can sleep here, with me." He was still only wearing his boxers. I looked at him and into his eyes.

"I have to leave. My mom will kill me if she saw that I went to another party, especially with you!" I said. Then I put my clothes back on and went out the door. I started to walk home, I wasn't waiting for Brittany. She was probably staying the night anyway like she always was and she was drunk.

I let the cold wind blow my hair away from my face. It felt nice on my burning hot cheeks. My tears fell down my face and down my chin. I was crying not because of what I did to myself, but to Nash. I don't even deserve him.

I finally get to my house. I go to the back yard and into the house. I walked straight upstairs and I put on my sweats. I realized that I had left my phone here. I checked my messages and there was one from Nash.

"I love you! See you soon!" It said. Oh great. Just another thing to make me regret all that I had done.

I decided to go and take a shower and maybe I'll feel better. I hopped in the shower and the hot water soothed my tense muscles. For a moment I forgot about everything and just felt better. I got out and put my hair in a bun. I put my sweats back on and went to bed. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.