Restricted II H.S

Chapter 3

As I wade through the crowds of people dancing and drinking, Sophie doesn't take very long to follow.

I grip on to Dean’s left arm as he uses the other to wade people out the way as we make our way through.

Every now and again his muscles tense, allowing me to feel the strong bicep of his arm that moves around under his skin. Dean is even more gorgeous without a shirt. His tattoos cover his flesh in twirls of his inked skin, and you are able to see his muscles move underneath. His toned abs brings the whole thing together. Making me want to faint at how hot he is. His lip ring just adds to all that.

The smell of strong alcohol and sweat lingers in the air. About half way through the crowd I feel a small grip on my arm.

I immediately whip my head round. Usually people don't bother me when I'm with Dean because he is one guy you do not want to mess with. As I am one girl who's bad side you never want to see.

"What!" I snap at the person, a few people around heard as well and are now looking at me. I don't really give a shit though because, well since when have I ever.

Sophie immediately shoots her arm down to her side. Dean has stopped walking for me to speak to her. Her eyes are full of fear and I think, of what I can see through the dim lighting they are watering.

She doesn't say anything; she just looks at me with fear clear in her eyes. I didn't actually mean to snap at her, I don't care that I did but this is wasted energy. Why bother when I don't need too, and this is her first day meeting me maybe I should be a tad nicer. No she can meet the real me up front.  Wouldn't want to cause her any surprises.

"Oh it's you" I roll my eyes and hers lighten up a big. She hesitantly reaches her hand up to my arm again as I watch her perfectly manicured fingers wrap around.

She clings on for dear life as we continue to make our way through the rest of the crowd.

I try to imagine how Sophie must be feeling, but honestly I can't find a situation where I have probably felt the same because I was excited for my first party as she is scared. It proves just how different people can be, wouldn't it be easier if everyone was the same. Then again if everyone was like me I would have no one to push around. On second thought let’s just keep everything the way it is, kind of.

We finally come to an end of people dancing and approach our small group of friends. We are the last to arrive out of all of them, as usual. Dean hates being early for anything. I mean anything.

Elissa moves from her place on the coach to the floor to make room for Dean and I. Elissa is one of the nicer ones of the group, she cares about people’s feelings but she isn't annoying, sometimes she is but we keep her around. She has purple coloured hair that she has dyed and is currently in a bun.She also has tattoos up her left arm. The only other place that she has ink is on her left breast. She is left handed. It's a small light bulb on her nipple, I have no idea why in her right mind she chose a light bulb but she did. It surprisingly looks really cool though; her tattoo artist is a goddess with the gun and is so good at what she does.

I went with her to get the tattoo and now she doesn't get one without me. The idea should be comforting as some people say for her to of chosen me but I just see it as a tattoo.

To Elissa's right sits Ash. His real name is Ashton but he hates the name and if you call him that you better watch out. It's gotten to the point where on his I.D he either paints out the "ton" of his name or scrapes it off with a ruler. I thought it was pretty smart.

Ash has sandy coloured hair, more on the blonde side that he sticks up on an angle. He is quite attractive. His jaw line is perfect. He has a lip piercing as well as Dean. Tattoos peak out from under his grey shirt. He doesn't have as many tattoos as Dean but he has a lot of them. The two have always been competitive between them; it's not really a good thing although you can count of a good fight.