Far From The Truth

Chapter 12 - Party Hard (pt. 1)

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I walked into one of the football players', I think it was Noah's, house with Jace's beautiful pearl-colored Susie strapless, embellished dress on. It had little waves of material on the bottom and the top was a sweetheart neckline with embellishments covering it. In the middle was a little pearl-colored belt, making a contrast between the embellishments and the waves of fabric. As I had suspected, Jace immediately went off to find James in the crowd of teenagers, who were probably going to be overly tipsy by the end of the night. After that thought, a drunk guy from our school bumped into me, holding onto my arm for support. "Hey sweetcheeks." He slurred. Yep, definitely drunk. "Wanna go upstairs?" I'm guessing he tried to sound husky and sexy, but all it sounded like to me was a really drunk guy, who was loopy and stupid after ten too many beers.

I pushed him off of me gently. "No thanks, I'd rather be down here." I wasn't uncomfortable at all, in fact I was used to this kind of behavior. I hear from my friends all the time that I am of interest to most guys at our school, if not all. I ignored them though, I didn't get asked out very often, which my friends found weird.

He laughed, hiccuping in the middle of it. "C'mon, I know you want to." He pulled my arm and tried to drag me behind him up the stairs.

I snatched my arm back. "I don't think you can understand me properly, since you're an overly drunken boy, but I said, no."I pushed him away for the second time since I came in.

Anger flared in his eyes. "You're coming with me and that's final." He gripped my arm tightly, digging his finger nails into the flesh of my right arm.

I yelled out. Holy mother, that hurt! He smirked drunkenly, which looked more like a creepy Joker smile/grin/creepiest thing you can ever witness. Then he pulled me up the stairs and just as we turned the corner, James was coming out of, what I guessed, was the bathroom. I sent him a 'help me!' look with my eyes, and immediately he understood. "Yo dude, 'sup?" He asked nonchalantly, but he looked mad. I doubt the drunk guy saw the anger boiling up in his eyes though.

The guy holding me grinned lazily. "I'm just going to show this girl a good time, if you know what I'm saying."

"Yes, I do get what you're saying, and I'm pretty sure she does not want to...you know..." James looked angry now.

"Well, whatcha gonna do about it, pretty boy?" I almost couldn't understand him now, he was slurring too much.

James smirked. "Nothing."

The guy holding me, gripping me ever so tightly (and getting tighter might I add!), laughed. "Nothin'? Is that pretty boy's big 'or else'?" He cackled mockingly, his voice gurgly from the alcohol.

James chuckled. "No, it's just that you're going to pass out, any minute now."

I realized his reasoning and my eyes widened. This drunk guy's gonna crush me! "Well...well..." The guy didn't finish his sentence, as his eyes closed and he fell unconscious. His limp body slumped on mine and before I knew what was happening, I let out a little scream and my body got crushed by the drunk guy. I was a bit strangled as I called out for James to help me. He quickly came over and pulled the drunk off of me.