"What are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the boy.
He stood with his fingers in a square, like a photographer lining up a picture in his mind.
People writhed around us, dancing to a pulsing beat. Hunter and Damon were off somewhere, probably looking for a new drink.
"Capturing perfection," the boy replied, grinning. He spoke with a slight southern accent and wore a tight black shirt and had blonde hair and blue eyes.
I raised an eyebrow and looked down at my lap. "Your 'perfection' is half drunk and holding a red booze cup at a party while sitting in a room filled with drunken people and hoping she can get drunker," I said, looking up and putting the cup to my lips.
He smiled, his hands falling. "That makes no difference to me. You're beautiful anyway."
"I'm already visualizing ductape over your mouth," I replied, throwing my cup back again.
He laughed. "You're snappy. Its kinda sweet actually."
"If I...throw a stick, will you leave?" I asked, staring into my cup. It was empty and I threw it over my head.
"Need a new drink?" He asked, sitting down.
"If it comes from you? No," I said.
"So I didn't get to ask you when I met you...can I have your picture so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?" He asked.
"Oooo. Cheesy. So what're you gonna say next? Are you gonna ask if I fell from heaven?"
"You may fall from the sky, you may fall from a tree, but the best way to fall...is in love with me," he replied smoothly.
I laughed. "Ok joker. I'll talk to you, just for the good comeback. So what's your name?" I asked, turning to him slightly.
He smiled sweetly. "Ryan. Yours?" he said.
"Ryann. With 2 'n's. A rebel name for a rebel chick if you ask me," I shrugged.
"You don't say?" He said, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"So that offer for the drink still on?" I asked.
"Uh yeah," he stood up disappearing into the crowd and reappearing a few minutes later with two red cups.
"Thanks," I said, taking a cup,"You didn't drug it did you?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "No."
I threw my head back, downing the liquor in the cup without even tasting it.
"That's uh...not water. You shouldn't drink it so fast," he said in confusion.
"I know. But I'm kinda in a bet with someone. We're tryna see who can get drunken...I mean drunker," I said, blinking my eyes.
Black spots danced in my vision and I threw the cup to the side, standing up.
"Speaking of...Damon...I should...I..." I felt woozy, like my feet were stuck in buckets of cement.
"Are you ok?" Ryan asked, standing up and letting me lean on him.
"Haha woah...I feel kinda...a bit tipsy. Probably too much...of- I mean to drink..." I said, the black spots growing bigger and brighter.
The music thudded in the background, people beginning to fade.
"Yeah," Ryan said, gripping me closer,"Or...the drug I put in your drink is starting to take effect."
"What?"
"Caine says hi Ryann. And he's not happy with how naughty you've been."
Hey guys so new chapter! So much is going on! Why did Ryan drug her? And who's Caine? Read on to find out and see you in the next chapter!
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