The One Who Saved Her___{♡On HOLD♡}

Chapter Eight

When I turned around to give the ass a piece of my mind, the words got stuck in my throat as bright sea green eyes towered above me. The fellow from before with the work of Art bod- Um, tattoos. Work of Art tattoos. He looked taller than my 5'3 height, even if I'm on the floor, he could be a professional gymnast with biceps like that. And I can tell I'm staring for too long because he looks a tad annoyed so when I removed my black headset he folded his arms, defining his muscular chest as he flimsy cloth attempted to cover him.

"Y-yes?" I cleared my throat and choked out.

"Are you okay? Is what I asked." His voice sounds smooth but a gruff edge.

"Uhm, yeah. I'm fine. Why?" I said, trying not to stutter, again.

"Nothing, but your friend is drunk and doing handstands in the pool. Just thought I'd let you know before I go."

I scrambled to my feet to rush out the door, someone allowed Cat to be in the pool and she's drunk. What the shit!

"Thanks!" I called out behind me, almost tripping on the rug. "Cat! Get the fuck out of that pool and square up, you damn bitch!"

The backyard was almost cleared out, barely any more partiers remained. The few people remaining had their eyes glued to me, it would've been nerve wrecking but my concern is Cat. A few second after I stopped at the edge of the pool, Cat floated up with a wide goofy grin on her face which deepened her dimples.

"Heyy Bella, come on in. The water's great!" Her speech was more slurred than before, how much did she drink?

"Where's Elliot?"

Elliot keeps her from doing this crap, where the hell is he?! I can't believe they let her get this wasted. And looking around, he was no where to be found.

"Cat. Get out now or else. You know I don't like when you get like this. I will break up with you." That simple sentence and I walked away.

A shriek was heard, no doubt about it being cat. The sound of sloshing water only confirmed it as she got out and followed me inside. Nothing works better than the "let's break up" when Cat's drunk. Now Cat's totally smashed and Elliot was kidnapped by two girls, they had him held hostage in my bathroom, I heard from Zoe that the tattoo guy was a hired DJ that Bryce knows, whom he left with. And to make everything worse; the whole house was trashed, drunk teens that remained were everywhere, and little ole me has to clean the mess- along with help from Savannah and Zoe, of course. Bless their souls.

"Hey Bella, you should come see this!" Zoe called out to me from the poolside.

"What's up Zoe," When she stuck her hand out to point instead of telling me, it puzzled me but when I saw the item. I was suddenly in the mood to scrub the while house till I could see my reflection. "Burn it. Use a stick to move it and burn that thing."

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After almost four hours of cleaning, I finally felt clean in my own home. Well, it's really thanks to Cat's parents that we even live in such a luxurious house but it's on our names. Savannah and Zoe passed out together on the couch and I may or may not have taken a secret picture of them, Cat took some pills so the hangover wouldn't be as bad as it should and Elliot slept on Cat's beanie after his traumatizing experience.

"Go to bed, it's after 10 and you've had quite a day." Bryce walked in from the backdoor slide, the moment he came in, the fuzzy scent of cigarettes filled the air making me scrunt up my nose in disgust.

"Mmm, I'm good. I'm not feeling sleepy, you on the other hand probably should."

Bryce shook his head, causing his blonde strands to go astray from it's elastic imprisonment. Bryce made his way across the room and dropped onto the sofa, a soft crack resonated throughout the room as he stared at me, wide eyed.

"What was tha–"

"Possibly my phone.." He cut in, a look of dread across his features.

Bryce stood up to check his pockets, only to discover that his phone wasn't on him. Which brought up the question, 'Where's his phone' and 'What broke?', however he seemed more engrossed in the whereabouts of his device.

"Bryce. You broke my fudging remote, you Numbskull!'

Bryce furrowed his eyebrows at me, he seemed to be puzzled at me for favouring the broken remote over his missing phone. I returned his puzzlement with a glare of annoyance, now I need to acquire another one.

"You're really angry over a stupid remove control?" He huffed.

"It's not just a remote, kelp for brains," I folded my arms in defiance at his analysis on my persona towards to control. "Without it, I can't watch my shows." I rolled my eyes.

"Wha–? Are you kidding me?" He bit aloud with his hands flailing in frustration.

"Relax you idiot, just retrace your steps before you got here. Where were you?" I unfolded my arms and rested my hands on my hip.

"Lucifer. I was with Lucifer and Athena. Shit, that damn bitch Athena must've snagged it."

"Lucifer? As in the devil?" My eyes widen as Bryce nodded in agreement. "What the shit!"

"No, you're the idiot! Lucifer's the DJ, the one who played at the party!" Bryce howled as he almost doubled over with tears in his eyes from laughing.

"Oh, him. I didn't know his name was Lucifer, who the hell, name's their kid that!?"

"My god, you're an imbecile."

More arguing later and he finally decided to go look for his phone at this Athena chick's place down on Rutcher Road, Athena is Lucifer's girl but they're not dating and I'm not sure if I'm interested in knowing what they do when spending time together or not. Pretty sure, I don't want to know, I made my way over to the sofa to restart my show, then made a beeline curve to my room when I remembered the broken remnants of the item. Huffing and puffing angrily to my bed as I prepared for another bothersome day.

••••I've been meaning to update on Wednesdays for a while now, so I said that today I would. Even after the previous chapter updating madness. Enjoy, please vote and speak your thought! ^^••••