I turned to see Chad had seperated from his friends and made his was inside. And stading infront of me. "Hey" I smiled, taking another sip from my cup.
"Woah, I didn't even know you drank." he said, motioning to the cup in my hand.
"Yeah well, there's a lot of things you don't know about me." I replied. The alcohol was definitely kicking in now, and I was much more free with my words. I should do this more often. Before Chad could muster up a reply to that, I changed the subject "wanna dance?" I motioned to the group that had gathered in the middle of the living room, bumping and grinding to the music.
"Um, I don't really dance." he said, scratching the back of his neck. Figures.
"Your loss" I said with a giggle, before weaving through people for a spot on the dance floor. I turned back around to see Chad still standing there, looking slightly dumbfounded. I found a few of my girl friends dancing towards the middle of the group, so I made my way there, dodging sweaty and spastically moving bodies. Once I reached them, they all greeted me and pulled me into their circle.
After a few songs of dancing solo in their group, I felt a large pair of hands grip my hips. I tilted my head up to see Dylan had joined me, pressing my back to his front and swaying the the rhythm. I didn't realize it happening, but by the end of the third song we were dancing to, we were far from my friends and on the outer edge of the makeshift dance floor. Dylan turned me around to face him, smiling down at me. "Do you wanna go somewhere and talk?" I nodded and grabbed his hand, leading him toward the back door. I could use some fresh air anyway. But Dylan stopped, halting my steps as well. "Let's go upstairs instead" He urged, nodding to the staircase a few feet away.
I knew what going upstais meant., guys expect things when you agree to go upstairs with them. I shook my head, not wanting to confront him about it, "I'd rather go outside. I could use some fresh air."
"Oh come on" he urged pulling me toward the staircase, "It'll be loud and smoky out there too."
But was prepared to stand my ground. "I'm not going upstairs with you, Dylan" I said, willing him to not push this any farther.
Instead of abandoning his argument and agreeing to go outside, Dylan narrowed his eyes, his stare turning to ice as his grip on me hardened, "Well aren't you a little tease?" he said, getting closer to me.
"Dylan stop" I said weakly, not wishing to fight with him.
"No, we both know you want this. You'v been throwing yourself at me all night you little-"
"She said, stop." A voice, boomed from behind me. Dylan heard it too, and directed his glare to the speaker.
Dylan's grip on me never faltered and he leaned around me to confront him. "I suggest you mind your own damn business."
But Chad was not intimidated as he stepped forward, and into my view. "And I suggest, you let her go." His voice was venemous as his eyes burned into Dylan. I should have been frightened Chad, his eyes like daggers and his voice hard, but even just having him there made me feel insanely safe.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a taunting voice, "And what do you think you're going to do about it." Stupid. Any sober person with half a brain wouldn't challenge Chad like this. But Dylan being the egotistical, and drunk idiot he was, saw no harm in trying to put Chad 'in his place'.
Without a moment of hesitation, Chad's arm flew back, forming his fingers into a fist, before connecting it with Dylan's jaw. I gasped as Dylan fell to the floor, his grip on my wrist loosening. I took a step back, not wishing to be in the middle of a fight between the two, but Dylan picked himself off the floor and stalked off throught the house without a word.
