Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alais: The Past

Ryan led me through the party, past writhing bodies and drunk teenagers.

I was slumped with my arm over his shoulder as he held me up.

"Hey man is she ok?" A black haired boy asked.

"Yeah man she's fine. Just drunk as shit. You know girls these days," Ryan laughed.

I groaned, desperately trying to lift my head up, trying to signal to whoever the boy was that I was not ok.

Instead the boy smiled drunkly.

"Right on bro!" He said.

Ryan's smiled grew strained. "I should really get going man. She might throw up and I don't really want that," he said, pulling me closer and leading me further away.

The boy faded into the crowd and Ryan led me towards a staircase.

"Where...ares you takin...me?" I slurred, my eyelids heavy.

"Somewhere private. Just so we can have a little...fun," he grinned.

"No...you...won't...get away with...this," I struggled.

"Oh please. Caine gave me his permission to teach you a listen and from what he's told me, you're not a squealer. You're too much of a coward," he laughed, brushing past people in the hallway.

"Hey! Hey dude wait!" Someone called.

Ryan turned round and I met a pair of familiar eyes, although I couldn't place a name.

"Yeah?" Ryan asked, his patience straining.

"Is she ok?" The boy asked, staring at me. I lifted my eyes slightly, but the person's face was blurred.

"Yeah she's just really drunk. She passed out. I'm just taking her home," he replied.

"The door is the opposite way," the boy pointed out.

Ryan laughed again, an easy going sound wit a deadly edge.

"Just taking her to a bathroom to clean up first," Ryan smiled.

"Oh...she's looks familiar. Do I know her? Doesn't she go to our school or something?" The boy asked, trying to get closer to me.

"No!" Ryan snapped,"I mean uh- I don't think you'd know Robin. She's out of school."

"You sure? She looks pretty familiar. Isn't she a popular guys girlfriend?"

"No no. Caine is out of school as well."

"Caine is her boyfriend?"

Ryan smirked. "So you've heard of him then?"

"Nope."

Ryan sighed in frustration and I silently begged the person to carry on talking to him, to give me a chance to shake off the drug. "Well I really should get going. Caine won't be happy if I don't get her home soon," he said, dragging me away.

"Yeah of course. Sorry to bother you," The boy said and I felt a sob build up in my chest as he faded.

Ryan opened and door that lead to a room and threw me on the bed as he shut the door.

"God people are nosy," he sighed, putting his hand over his eyes.

He blinked and then looked down at me. "It was Caine's idea you know. To host this party and everything. He knew you just wouldn't be able to resist," Ryan said, sitting next to me.

I gritted my teeth, glaring at him.

His finger made circles on my thighs unconsciously as he continued to talk.

"He's mad Ryann. He came to your house the other day to try and make amends and what does he see? Just you getting on a bike with another guy. That really pissed him off," he sang.

"He's...a monster," I croaked.

Ryan grinned down at me, putting his arm on either side of me as he begun lowering his body closer.

"When I'm done," he whispered into my ear,"He'll seem like a saint."

"No!" I screamed as his hands tugged at my shirt.

He laughed and I felt tears swell.

"You're such a tease you dumb bitch. No wonder he did what he did! You're practically begging for-"

He slumped on top of me suddenly and I shrieked, my muscles too heavy for me to lift him off.

Someone pulled him off, saying something.

"No!" I screamed,"Get off! Get away from me!"

"Ryann it's ok! It's me!" The person said.

I stopped struggling as Hunter picked me up, cradling my in his arms. "It's just me Ry," he said soothingly.

I said nothing, breaking down into tears of relief.

"He tried...he-"

"I know Ry. Damon saw him taking you. He asked him about you and when he realized you were drugged he fetched me. It's ok now though. He can't hurt you," he said.

I cried and clutched Hunters shirt.

"I'm taking her home," Hunter said, picking me up bridal style.

"I'll deal with sleezeball over here," Damon said, nudging Ryan in the ribs with his foot.

"Hunter wait..." I whispered, beginning to black out.

"Hmm?"

"Tell Damon...that...I'm not...his girlfriend," I breathed darkness taking over.

I heard Damon chuckle. "There's my girl. She's tough. She'll be alright. I know it."

And then the warmth of Hunter and the drug combined let me slip into a peaceful slumber, oblivious to the harsh events of the night.