Power

Party Problems

The party was really groovy. I've never been to a party so this counts right? I mean it's either a party or school dance but either one it's my first. Going to parties and school dances weren't really my thing for the fact I was homeschooled. That's probably why my interaction with others can be quite poor. I wasn't lonely though, I grew up with siblings since I was in a foster home. I also got along quite well with the neighborhood children. That was until all the new technology came out, then we started seeing less and less of them until we just didn't see them at all. We started spending most of our days in the house cause there was no one outside to play with. It was always boring here and there, especially when we all got jobs. We rarely saw each other after that. Then things went down the drain and I was shipped off. Now here I am two days in and I've made a couple of friends and met a beautiful man that I don't count as a friend, more of an acquaintance. I'm at my party and it's not so bad the food is good, the music is jamming, but I'm all alone. Blake was dragged off by a bunch of girls, Indira was with her friends as they danced in the corner, while Des and Warren were nowhere to be found. I realized I didn't have that many friends, even those people might not think of me as friends. I know Blake doesn't because we fight a lot from since we first met, Indira might just think I'm her responsibility as her roommate, Des might only like me cause I'm the only one he can touch. Now that I think about it, none of them would count me as their friend. Why would they, I've not really done anything to be deemed worthy of their friendship.

"I know my powers are good, but even without that I can see your thoughts are rendering you helpless." A male voice said and I glanced up. The boy stood tall, lingering over me, causing my heart to drop. He was also a very beautiful man. He had a type of twinkle in his what appeared to be green eyes. It was dark but his smile shimmered in the little light that there was. His hair swayed back in forth as he smiled down upon me as if looking at me with so much care. My heart started to throb, my chest felt tight like I was so amazed by this man that my brain couldn't work. His cologne was one my father used to wear sometimes, but that was only at night. It was overtaking but I was used to it.

"Care to dance?" He spoke so softly to me like a melody written to womanize anyone. I nodded my head and followed his lead. I noticed that the song was of the slower genre, meaning we would have to be close. He was so close to me, we were breathing in the same air. His arm latched on my waist, while mine rested on his shoulder. He leaned in the glint in his eyes were so mesmerizing, I couldn't look away. My thought was interrupted when he stopped and turned around. I didn't realize he was a good foot taller than me. He had to be at least 6'4. He grabbed both of my arms and put them on his shoulders. He smiled down at me as he rested his hands on my love handles.

"How come a beautiful girl, such as yourself, doesn't talk much?" He asked and I blushed, never really feeling this way. It's as if I was in awestruck.

"Uh. Well. I'm usually very beautiful- I mean not, I'm usually not this quiet. I'm very green eyes- I mean I'm very talkative." I spoke embarrassed by my uneasy focus. I've never stuttered like that before. How is it possible for a guy to make me feel like this, I know my social skills are lacking a bit, but this is extreme. He chuckled and it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, he captured my breath, leaving me breathless. We danced and the song was more upbeat and for a club.

"I can feel that you want me. So you're new? Wanna head back to my room, my roommate won't be there for a while." He said as he pulled me closer. I realized what his true intentions were and I was a bit disgusted. I grabbed his hands and slowly slid them off me with a smile.

"Actually, no, but thank you for the offer. You may be cute but that's not enough to swoon me." I spoke up stepping back away from him. I'm not a one night stand, and I definitely don't go back to dorm rooms with strangers. Before I could walk off completely he pulled me back. My back was pressed up to his masculine chest. To say I didn't like the feel of his chest would be a lie, but the feel of his lust was suffocating. I struggled to get away but because his body was so toned, his muscles were overpowering. I struggle to get out but I noticed the more I moved the more he was turned on.