Blue Eyes

~2

(a/n: i do believe this one is a little bit shorter than one...this and the chapter ahead of it will be a short too. BUT...stayed tuned...it has to fully unravel ;D mwuahahahah i have something up my sleeve!)

Gen wore combat boots, high-waisted jean shorts, and a leather vest. And ONLY the leather vest and a strapless bra, no shirt underneath it. (That really bothered me.) Her brown and golden hair flowed down to her chest, slightly wavy from a spray she used. Gen caked on the eyeliner and mascara, but she never looked fake. Just stunning.

Bridget wore a shirt that slipped down a shoulder and was short enough that it exposed her belly button. Plus some black booty shorts. She paired her outfit with juicy red pumps. Her blonde hair was in a fishtail braid, resting on a shoulder. Bridget refrained from wearing makeup. She hated it and felt that it was completely unnatural. Plus, she was just naturally beautiful. Something Gen and I were totally jealous of.

I sported a loose red shirt with a deep v-neck. I put on white shorts and a tan belt to match. I wasn't exactly sure on how much I'd dance, so I wore my ankle-high Converse. My black hair was hanging down to the small of my back. It was lightly curled so I let it be. I put on a bit of foundation to cover up my natural blush that I hated. I put on my eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow to highlight my eyes. I liked make up. It made me feel....pretty.

We looked at ourselves in the mirror one last time.

"Picture!" Bridget snapped a mirror picture. "Let's go!"

We all grabbed our purses and headed out to Gen's car.

I honestly did not want to go to this party. I didn't want to so badly, I started to find ways to get out of the car. Gen and Bridget never really understood why I hated parties so much. And I never really cared to fully explain. Or maybe I just didn't want to.......

"And...we're.....here!" Gen pulled over behind a white Chevy truck.

Bridget and Gen giggled excitedly at each other then got out of the car. I took one last deep breath, and stepped out to join them.

The music boomed. I could feel it in my heart. Strobe lights and white lights were every where. The smell of booze hung in the air. Hello, party.

"Awe shit son, there's a chocolate fountain!" Bridget ran off. She was a chocoholic. She'll probably be at the fountain all night.

I held on to Gen as we made our way through the house to find Jade. It was so crowded, I started to feel uncomfortable.

"We gotta find her. She will lead us to my future husband Harry Styles."

I looked up at her. Her eyes were all dreamy and filled with love.

Did I forget to mention that Genevieve Greyson is a crazed 17-year-old Directioner? No? Well...she is. She has set her mind to marrying a boy named Harry Styles. Ha. May the odds be ever in her favor. Bridget and I on the other hand, aren't so crazed. We do like their music, but we're more into Maroon 5 than anything.

"Well where is she? Cooper (an ex-boyfriend of mine) said she was in the rotunda." Yup, Jade's house is so big it has a rotunda. "So, go check there." I stopped dead in my tracks.

"By myself? Hell no!"

I stared at her. I don't want to be walking around in a dark, loud and crowded house filled with underage drunks. I was going to find a safe place. "Yes. Go."

"No!"

"Yes."

"NO."

"You'll find Harry sooner."

That got her. She left me without even looking back.

I stood there for a second, contemplating my next move. Then Cooper came stumbling into me. He was drunk, majorly drunk.

"Heyyyy b-babe." His breath reeked of alcohol. "Wanna sip?" He held a bottle up against my face. I backed up in disgust. He followed. "Come onnn, you know you want ssssome."

"Cooper, no."

"Hazzzzel Dawwsssson, come onnnn." He pushed himself against me. I grimaced. "Tryyy."

"No, Cooper!" With one last effort, I pushed him away. He flew off and bounced off a person and ended up pushing both of us down. He landed on top of me, his face right on my chest.

"Mmmm." He stared at my chest. "I likeeeeey." He took a swig of his beer. I tried pushing him off, but he was too heavy.

"Cooper, get off!"

He brought his face closer to my chest. He brought his free hand and placed it on a breast. I flinched. But I was too frozen to do anything else. He brought his other hand with the beer to his mouth so he could take another sip. He then let go of my breast and pushed himself up. Cooper was still on me though, straddling me to be exact. I wanted so badly to push him off, but my body wouldn't cooperate.

He took both his hands and placed them on my hips. Slowly, he started to undo my belt. I whimpered. Then he undid a button. I let out another whimper. Then another. Shortly, my shorts were fully unbutton. I still laid there, frozen and terrified.

He grinned devilishly and took a sip of his beer. He lowered his head, pulled up my shirt and exposed my stomach. He kissed it slowly. I squirmed. Why the hell couldn't I fight back?! His face slowly got to my lower area. Cooper looked up at me and grinned like a maniac. His green eyes glinted with lust. I spat in his eye. He reacted by dumping his beer on me. I pushed him pff of me, and I ran.

I pushed through a group of teens grinding to the of a sound trashy rap song. I made my way up the steps, down a few hallways and stopped in front of a big door. My heart was beating faster than it ever did before. I opened the big doors and then shut it quickly. I leaned back against it and slowly slid down to the floor.

I had sat with my eyes closes against the door for about a mere minute when Tears decided to gush out of my eyes, and I started hyperventilating. My head throbbed. My stomach churned. My throat tightened. I broke down.

I felt warm, welcoming arms around me. I flinched and slapped them away. "Get the hell off of me!" I managed to blubber through my tears. "Don't fucking touch me!" I cried some more. Who the hell is in here?

"I'm sorreh."

That voice. That accent.

I managed to calm myself slightly enough to look at the person I pushed away.

"We meet again, eh?"