The Golden Rule || Patrick Stump fanfic

Chapter 10: I Was Only A Kid

//Patrick\\

This party was lame. Worst party I've ever been to. It was a house party thrown by Evan McFadden, an English exchange. He came to the school the same day I did and he's already ten times more popular. But he invited me. But he didn't invite Electra. Electra. I felt bad leaving her out tonight. She's my baby. My princess. I wanted to do everything with her, but Evan made it clear that anyone who wasn't invited can not come in. Gate crashers will be immediately removed. She said she was fine sitting at home, but I knew she wasn't. I'm gonna have to make it up to her. I mean, she did save my white shirt from getting bled upon today.

I was sat in the corner, sipping my beer every now and then. Most people were dancing and grinding against each other. The others were kissing random people. Desperate. They were all kissing people they don't even care about, when I can't even hug the one I love tonight.

I saw Evan striding over to me from the other side of the room. "Heeeeeey. Stuumph." He giggled, pronouncing the h with the p at the end. He wrapped his arms around me and rolled his head down my chest. I tried to make him not touch me, but he was just too intoxicated.

"Sup Evan, man." I shouted to him over the loud music. Stupid popular mainstream music.

"You. You should come and dance with ma friend. Yeah?" He slurred, patting my back.

I sighed. "Yeah. Sure. C'mon, lets get you up buddy."

I stood up, grabbing the drunken body of the sixteen year old. I walked to where he pointed me to. I let him go and he walked and grabbed a girl.

The girl had sickly bleach blonde hair that was back combed up at the back, producing a beehive look. Her eyes looked almost black due to the dark lighting of the room. Her face was plastered in orange makeup and her lips were a deep red. She wore a tiny little white dress that clung to her body like a cocoon. The dress barely even covered her thighs. She stood on six inch red heels. In a sum up, she was fake.

She smiled at me with her yellow teeth and I returned the smile, wryly.

"Stumph." Evan began, pronouncing the h again. "This is Bella. Dance with her."

Bella, seeing as that was her name, immediately closed her body in on mine. She began grinding her hip down on me. I did not enjoy that. She put her arms behind my head and gyrated herself down me.

"Please stop!" I yelled, obviously not loud enough. She rubbed her body against mine, but pulled away when she noticed I had no boner over her.

"What was that?" She yelled. "Are you not enjoying me?"

I shook my head no and began to walk away. Bella grabbed my wrist from behind and pulled me back.

"Don't walk away from me." She demanded.

I sighed and looked at the false girl that stood in front of me. Why was she even interested in me? I was a chubby sixteen year old with sideburns and glasses.

"Bella means beautiful in Italian." She slurred, fluttering her fake, long eyelashes at me.

"Then why is it your name?" I snapped. Okay. That wasn't me talking. It was the beer. That was a bit harsh, Trick.

Bella looked shocked. But then a smirk crept upon her blood colored lips. "You don't mean that. C'mon." She pulled at my wrist again, dragging me over to the drinks table. She grabbed two shots of vodka and handed one to me.

"Drink." She forced, downing her own.

I shook my head. "I'm fine."

"Drink." She repeated.