Speak Up: (Chandler Riggs)

Chapter 19

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{As I maneuvered my way through the crowd of drunk dancing kids, I thought I myself:

Don't screw this up, don't embarrass yourself. Just act...cool.

I got stared from guys. I got stares from girls. What, am I that ugly?

"Hey, sexy mami!" A boy's voice slurred. As he approached me, he was clearly drunk. I could smell the alcohol on his breath from a mile away, and his eyes were bloodshot. Wait, is he high, too?

A hand cupped my ass, and squeezed it, hard, causing me to jump.

Suddenly, his lips collided with mine. His sloppy and saliva covered lips moved forcefully against mine as I tried to squirm away. But his tight grip wouldn't let me free.

I finally gathered up some courage and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the floor, quite quickly, and let a wincing sound escape from his lips, but was quickly covered by a loud groan.

I backed away, turned around and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My heels clacked against the hardwood floor as I made my way trough this enormous house. Until I met the end of a hallway.

I slowly turned my head, scared to see who was behind me. That scum ball was limping over to the hallway I was standing in.

I heard a door creak open to my right, and felt a hand grab a hold of my wrist and yank me in.

"Who the fuck--" I yelled before my mouth was covered.

"Shh!!" A voice sounded.

Faint light peered in from the crack of the door, letting me see a little bit of this person's face.

Ryan. It's Ryan.

"Oh thank god," I sighed in relief.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I'm fine, but..." I stopped. I smelt alcohol.

"Ryan...did you drink?" I asked. He never drinks.

"A little," he giggled. Ryan's arms wrapped around my waist.

"Ryan, stop," I said, trying to get him off me, "you're drunk..."

His hands traveled up my shirt, and went towards my bra. He was trying to unclip it.}

Ryan and I walked into the large house, hand in hand.

"Just act like yourself. You're cool," he smiled.

"Every time I try to act like myself I get made fun of..." I said under my breath.

"Did you say something?" He said, his voice growing louder because of the music.

I shook my head.

"I'm gonna get us a drink, stay here," he instructed.

"Wait..." I stopped him, "like, beer?"

"Yeah, what else?" He laughed, almost as if I'd never had beer before.

Which I hadn't.

I haven't had beer in my entire 16 years of existing. But tonight, that was definitely going to change.

I stood there, awkwardly, waiting for Ryan to come back.

Three guys passed me, but one of them caught my eye.

He had the perfect light brown hair, styled like Chandler's, but a lot thinner.

I was to far away to see what color eyes he had, but he was hot. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a blue v-neck Hollister shirt.