He's mine (ON HOLD)

Chapter Two

I had a little over two hours to get ready and head over to Paul's house. I decide to go early because I had nothing better to do with my time.

I went with a simple, yet sexy outfit. It was a white lace, off-the-shoulder shirt with a pink, high-waisted skirt. I put on my white gladiator sandals. I put a pink lipstick stain and a bit of mascara. I didn't want heavy makeup because of all the dancing would be doing.

I walked out the door and start the journey to Paul's.

I arrived at his house an hour before the party starts. Paul's house is more like a mansion. He had a well-trimmed lawn, A giant front entrance and it was decorated with the most expensive shit.

I walked to the door and was met by a very well-dressed Paul. I know I'm supposed to ignore boys, but I can't help admiring the beauty in my friends and others. "Looking good Paul." I say with a smirk.

"You know I always look good." He says egotistically.

"If you say so." My voice dripping with sarcasm.

He gives me a look which makes me laugh. The inside of his house was just as fancy as the outside. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the walls held huge portraits of Paul's family. The thing that gets me is the fact that they have all this nice stuff and they're never here to enjoy it.

I make my way through his house and into the kitchen. I didn't eat on the way over which would have been good. I grab a chicken wing and start scarfing it down.

"Easy there, you just got here and already have the munchies." He says hopelessly.

I send him a smile and continue eating.

Once people arrive, I stop eating and make my way towards where the speakers were booming. A couple of people have already started dancing in the living room. I see scar walk in. I walk over and give him a hug. Scar isn't the sensitive type, but our group has grown together over the last couple of years. We got each other's back when shit goes down.

Scar leads me into the kitchen for drinks. He takes two red cups and fills each of them with liquor. I take mine and walk back to the dance floor. I start moving my hips to the beat of the song. I feel free and start sipping my drink. I love the feeling of being completely free and letting your body move the way it wants.

I feel a hand slip around my waist and look up to see Austin. I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck. He smiled. He started swaying to the beat of the music with me.

After a while of dancing, we stop and go find the rest of the gang. Everyone meets in the kitchen which isn't as noisy as the living room.

"Glad you all made it." Paul says.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world. I got to see your next brilliant idea on how to pick up girls." Connor muffles through a laugh.

We all burst out into laughter except for Paul. He gives a hard glare to Connor which makes us laugh even harder.

"Let's get drinks and go out there and dance again." I suggest.

Everyone nods and starts pouring drinks into their cups. I pour myself a little bit and follow them back. We dance as a group before I start becoming dizzy. I walk into the kitchen and see a guy dropping a clear liquid into the alcohol most girls are drinking, including myself.

I manage not to trip on my way back to Paul and Scar.

"G-guys, somebody i-is in the ki-it-tchen drugging a-alcohol bottles." I manage to slur out before I almost fall. Austin catches me.

I can make out Paul yelling to quit drinking because of the drugs and tells everyone to go home. I can see Scar dragging the man out through my blurry vision. I slowly let my eyes slide closed as I slip unconscious.

I shoot up in bed screaming. I'm covered in sweat and there's streaks of tears running down my face. I look around and see a boy laying in my bed. I scramble away from him and fall to the ground. When I stand up I realize I'm in my room.

The door bursts open to reveal Scar in nothing, but his boxers. He walks up to me and pulls me into his embrace. "Another nightmare?" He asks softly.

All I can do is nod my head.

He leads me to bed and sits me down. Scar shakes Austin awake and tells him to go to the couch in the living room. Austin yawns and trudges out the room. Scar takes Austin place in bed. He opens his arms to me.

I scoot into his embrace and let his warmth take me over. Austin may be my best friend, but Scar related to me and knew how to comfort me. I always felt safest in his arms. He always knew what to say and do to help me in any situation.

I let sleep take me over once again.

I felt the sun seep through my eyelids in the morning. I groaned and rolled over. My head was pounding so hard it could explode. I opened my eyes to see that somebody opened my curtains. I sit up and rub my eyes. I search through my nightstand. I grab my ibuprofen and swallow two down. Just as I'm about to stand up my alarm goes off to start driving to school. Shit, I'm going to be late.

I jump out of bed and run to my closet. I grab a pair of black, cutoff shorts and a maroon t-shirt. I pull my shorts on and button them. I throw my shirt on and tuck them into my shorts. I got to my bathroom and start applying black winged eyeliner. I never took my piercing out last night so I leave them in. I put my hair into a tight bun and wear a black headband with maroon flowers across it.

I run to my bed. I slip on my white all-stars with maroon and black stripes at the bottom. I grab my purse as I rush down stairs. I see all the boys sleeping on the couch.

I walk into the kitchen and grab two pots. I walk behind them and start banging them together. Everyone jumps and looks around. "Get dressed! I can't get kicked out of this school to." I yell.

Everyone runs around grabbing shit. They keep spare clothes here just in case this happens. Everyone is dressed and has their stuff in a matter of five minutes. We head outside to our cars and I remember my car is at Paul's house.

I grin and search for my spare keys. I go into my garage and pull the sheet off my motorcycle. I drive my car most days, but today I could ride my motorcycle. I got on and slowly backed it out of my garage. All the guys are staring at me because they haven't seen me ride in a while.

I slide my helmet onto my head and stick the key in the ignition. I feel her rumble to life. I turn her around and speed out my drive way as the boys follow behind. The wind felt good against my skin as I sped through the twisted roads.

What do you think her nightmare was about? And what is going on between her and Scar? Read the next chapter find out. I appreciate everyone who takes time out of there day to read my book!