Daisy a day || Miniminter FF

Whiplash

| Suit and Jacket - Judah & The Lion | 

As the night wore on in a rather warm fashion; I found myself regretting my clothing choice. The guys suggested wear a dress, or at least shorts but I went with black jeans. I was in a dark mood, and now I was regretting it. I was way too hot.

Simon was rather quiet, letting me breathlessly ramble onto him about everything under the sun. He was a surprisingly good listener, and when he watched me like he was, I felt like we were the only two people in the world.

However, no matter how much I wanted to stay with him, I really needed to cool down, and the nearby deck was incredibly appealing.

"I'm just going outside." I told Simon, pushing on his knee as I stood up. I wasn't as wobbly on my feet as I had been before, courtesy of the water and talking to Simon for ages.

"Okay." He replied, voice barely audible over the girl power of Beyonce. I made my way through the milling people till I reached the door. I sighed in relief as I got outside, cool night air blowing over me. I leaned against the wall; my head back as I inhaled deeply. The air was sweet and fresh, hinting at the approaching summer. Just standing out here, in the cool air, I felt the effects of the alcohol fading. Talking with Simon had helped, and I felt like there was something important at the edge of my memory. Something dark and forbidding.

I jumped when the door opened, and closed, revealing a heavily smashed Joe Weller.

"Had a bit much, matey?" I asked with a chuckle. He looked absolutely hammered. Either he couldn't handle his drink, or he had over done it. Either way, it didn't suit him. He winked drunkenly at me, leaning on the wall for support. He looked as if he was about to say something before he fell forwards, collapsing to the ground.

"Good talk, Joe, good talk." I muttered, crouching down next to him. I noted that I almost fell over in the action. I was still a bit under the influence, but not as bad as Joe. He was completely out to it, breathing deeply as he slept. There was no way I would be able to lift him back inside by myself, so I carefully rolled him into the recovery position, moderately surprised by how heavy he was. I may be drunk, but I still had my motherly, first aid instincts. What a champ! I chuckled to myself.

"Did I tell you your butt looks great in those jeans?"

I froze. The dark thing that had been swamping the edge of my mind had appeared. Jackson.

Slowly, I stood up, meeting beady eyes that were fixed on my chest. I crossed my arms.

"Jackson, you should know by now to leave me alone." I growled, my thoughts sharpening and anger rising even more when I saw he had shut the door back inside behind him.

"Well, you should know I always get what I want." His cold eyes moved to my face, making me shiver.

Even though I had seen him drink a lot, and could smell the liquor on him from a mile away, he sounded completely sober.

"Come on, honey." He purred, running his tongue over his lower lip. His hand shot out, grabbing my arm as I tried to dart past him to the door.

"Let go of me right now." I demanded, tugging my arm back. He cocked his head at me, thinking.

"I love the ones who play hard to get." He smirked, slinking towards me. In an effort to back away from his menacing form, I stumbled over Joes sleeping form.

Like a lion capturing its prey, I was shoved into the concrete wall, my body pressed between the cold material and Jacksons even colder body.

"Get the fuck of me!" I shouted, struggling. But he had me pinned, his larger body easily holding me against the wall.