Bet On The Bad Girl

The regrets that always find us.

The beat basically busted through my mind, exploding the room, pounding the walls. The floor rumbled, vibrating with the music. Clouds of 'fog' caked the ceiling. Walls of people sucked the oxygen out of the air. My mascara ran, but whatever shit I had in my cup told me it didn't matter. The darkness blurred with the blinding lights. Illuminating the crowds of high seniors. I swayed slowly, waving my arms in the air. The stranger behind me tightened his grip on my hips, his breath crept down my neck. Without thinking I leant my head back onto his shoulder. The room span but his eyes where firmly locked on mine. I felt his hands slip a little lower, just below the safe zone. Every so often he would glance at his friends and give them a boastful grin. I felt the bass drop run down my back, pushing my waist violently back and forward. Some girl in the kitchen gave me a disgusted look, rolling her eyes to the back for her head. Childishly, just to show the biotch up. I decided to push myself into the stranger. I could feel his smug grin spreading mischievously across his face. Slowly working our way away from the crowd he decided to bring his head close to mine.

"Hey babe, this is getting boring." He whispered while carefully lifting my plastic cup out of my hands. 
"Why don't we go have some real fun?" His deep, green eyes pouring into mine.

I gazed up into his perfectly sculpted face. I felt a chilling heat creep up my neck.

He gently let go, but kept a firm grip on my left hand. Rubbing circles on my thumb.

He lead me away from the crowd, weaving between the herds of people. I followed his alluring scent of lavender, like a lost puppy radiating innocence. Having to withhold myself from melting into him.

We stumbled, Well I stumbled he walked, down a long, white corridor, lined with walls. Each one had unpleasant sounds of busy couples coming from them. But I didn't mind, I took after him longingly, craving to be closer to him.

The pounding music grew further and further away. Our footsteps echoing down the hall. Every so often some thirsty drunk or group would be hanging around the walls. Whistling, and laughing loudly.

Eventually we went up to a wooden, grey door. He quickly pushed it open, pulling us into the dark room.

He grabbed my waist and threw us both onto the bed. Him being on top of me, my heart beating out of my chest.

He slowly reached up my top, searching around my chest for a hook, while placing his lips gently on my neck.

But I heard the shuffling of feat outside our door, and faint whispering. Shadows of feet loomed below the crack under the door.

I drew my eyes towards to door, but he must have caught on and slammed his lips against mine. I put my hands around his neck and turned over reaching down and unzipping his jeans. We rolled over into the centre of the bed, my skirt was down to my knees,
Our legs intertwined. He threw my shirt to the floor and lowered himself onto me.

When suddenly I heard from the door-
"Dude I told you he could do it."
"Man now we owe him pizza..."
"I can't believe he found a virgin so fast!"

Then it hit me. I watched as his body tensed up. I shot him a dirty look, he grinned awkwardly. However, he didn't loosen his firm grip on me.

I moved away disgusted, reaching for my shirt, quickly re-hooking  my bra.

But he grabbed my waist, pulling me back into him.

"Come on princess, they're just kidding!" He said desperately, holding me firmly.

I looked up at him in both fear and anger. But he has his face buried into my shoulder, rubbing circles on my stomach. I tried to scream but no noise came out. I squirmed relentlessly.