cold | e.d

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Everyone was funnelling in just as I expected, all the people I had invited and some Grace had invited too. The music was blasting and the drinks were being happily poured.

I was dancing to Cheerleader by OMI, dancing with my old friend Hannah from school, when Grace called me over. I split from Han and dodged myself through the sea of people until I met her voice from the front of the door.

I was dancing still, singing along to the chorus. Went it said 'she walks like a model', I strutted over playfully, slightly tipsy from all the mixed drinks.
"Someone's looking good." I looked up and faced the one person I didn't expect in a million years to be here.

Ethan fucking Dolan.
"Hah, no. Fuck off." I pushed him miserably and he didn't even move, just chuckled.

"You're really going to deny guests? Now that's not a good thing to do. Why're you so cold?" He mimicked from the meal, stepping in.

"Where's Grayson?"

He stepped in behind, his blonde girlfriend on his hip. I was fine with him coming, just not his dickhead brother.
"Heyyyy Kendra! Mind us crashing your party?" Grayson chuckled, making his girlfriend giggle.

I sighed but I accepted it, moving Grace out of the way.
Ethan had already moved straight in, grabbing drinks from the side no doubt.

"Who's that first boy you spoke to?" Grace whisper shouted in my ear, pointing over.
"Go and speak to him and find out." I pushed away and went over, grabbing my drink and downing it.

I slammed it down onto the table and pulled a face, forgetting how strong it was.
"What was that for?" Hannah had come over, breathing heavily from dancing.

I shook my head, pushing the angry thoughts out of my head. I smiled and grabbed her hand. Get Ugly was playing and I wanted to dance to it, pulling her into the centre of what was now the dance floor.
"Let's just have some fun yeah! And get some boys' attentions." Hannah laughed, dropping her self back and twerking besides me to make me laugh.

"Fine. Let's fuck it up." I danced against her, singing along and moving against her own moves.
Soon enough, people were cheering us on. Me and Han were always good at dancing with each other, ever since small gatherings when were in Middle School.

As the song draw to a close, there was a cheer which made me and Han just laugh. It was always a bit of fun but we loved to at least show off in one of the songs we danced to.

We moved back out to the bar to get a drink. I highfived her and clinked our cups, downing the shot.
I looked over and Grace was talking to Ethan. He was smirking at her, which never meant it was a good sign.

"What should we do about them?" I nudged Han and nodded my head towards them.
"What's wrong with it? He looks pretty hot." I forgot that Hannah didn't know anything about him. Neither did Grace.

"Oh nothing." I shrugged it off and moved to the counter off the side, watching carefully. I sat on the counter, it was more comfortable and got me off my feet.

As I sipped my next filled drink, a dude from my new school came over to talk to me. He was definitely popular, but not in Ethan's group.
"Nice dancing." He stood looking down me, one hand on the edge of the counter.
"Thanks." I said kindly, sipping my drink.

"Wouldn't mind seeing those flexible legs in action." He ran his hand up my leg, but as it was going to move under my dress, I swatted him away.

"Oh really? Such a shame that it won't be happening." I smiled, hinting to leave. Jerk.

"Don't be like that Kendra. I've wanted to speak to you since Monday, you're fucking hot." He moved himself between my legs, his hands hooking around my lower legs.

"How sweet. But I'd rather not.." I jumped down but I just ended up in his hold, his hands moving smoothly to my ass and squeezing.

"What's your problem?" I was not about to get groped today. I was tipsy but I could definitely help myself. I pushed him off but it didn't do much anyway.

"You're really just going to reject me? You know I'd have you begging for me if we went to your bedroom." He kept coming on, feeling me up.

"Are you deaf? I don't want to!" I tried to fight him but his hands gripped me arms, stopping me.
"Stop being so defensive." He kissed me and I ripped my arms away from his hold.

"C'mon." He grabbed my hand and pulled me with brute force. However as he tried to, a pair of hands grabbed his neck and pushed him back.

"Fuck off Chase." 
"Or what?" He chuckled.
Suddenly, a knuckle connected to his face, cracking him straight in the nose.

"Or that. Get out you dirty fucker." the voice was obvious now, as it spat towards him.
Chase growled and turned away, clutching his bloody nose. Ethan turned and looked at me.

"Why did you do that?" 
"Don't flatter yourself." I rolled my eyes, of course. He didn't care. "I hate him so if I had the chance to hit him, I'd do it." He wiped off the blood on his hand and looked back over somewhere else to prevent eye contact.

"Right, thanks." I sipped my drink and readjusted my dress. 
"Y-You look nice tonight... I guess." He complimented awkwardly.
I looked up and down at him, my eyes widening. He was wearing a black top and ripped jeans, matching his top with some black vans.

"You do too.. I guess." I copied, laughing. I was tipsy anyway so I knew I'd be kind, there was no way I could be.
"Could you show me where your bathroom is?" He quickly said, taking my drink and downing it.

"That's not yours for one!" I snatched it back too late, all of it gone.
He didn't even flinch as he gulped, waiting for me to answer his actual question.

"Fine. Come." How Deep Is Your Love started playing, my favorite song. My rooms were dimmed, but colored lights provided enough light to see.

I knocked onto the downstairs bathroom and opened it, seeing 2 people practically eating each others faces in there.
"Maybe not the best idea." He said simply, shutting the door for me.

"I guess you can use the upstairs bathroom then." He followed me up and people were chilling upstairs here as well, either kissing or singing along to the song.

The door was already open, so I nodded for him to go in. Suddenly there was huge push from behind me, sending me flying straight in and I glimpsed a female hand slam the door behind me. 

This was the smallest bathroom in the house, only occupying a sink and toilet as a second guest bathroom.
I pushed up to Ethan, stumbling into him.

"Watch yourself." He laughed, grabbing my waist to stabilise myself. It was a deep red in the room, the chorus of How Deep Is Your Love muted out by the door being closed.

"So.." I said awkwardly, about to grab the door handle.
"Oh shut up." He grabbed my neck and pulled me in, kissing hard. I wanted to stop because of the fact that he had been treating me like shit day in day out, but his bad boy persona was addicting.

I relaxed into him and our tongues mingled, learning each other. His hands moved to my hips, sliding soon enough to my ass.
"Fuck this dress does you justice." My dress riding up under his touch.

I moaned under him as he pressed into me, his lips moving from mine to my neck, biting down.
"E-Ethan- wait." He listened to me eventually as I pushed him gently off of me.

"What." He was frustrated, his lips going back and making a trail on my jaw.

"You've treated me like shit. Why are you doing this now?" I sighed, coming to my senses.
"If you don't want to anything then don't waste my time." He stepped back a bit, crossing his arms.
I looked at his shadowed face, his eyes staring into mine under the light. Fuck it. He was hot.

"Hell no. I won't waste your time." I bunched his t-shirt up in my fist, pulling him straight back.
"That's what I thought." He smirked before latching his lips onto mine again.

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