One. Insane. Weekend (EDITING)

Chapter 2

"You SAID you LOVED me!" A drunk, wasted, unshaved, sloppy clothed Ed Sheeran, wobbled through the plastic tent windows. He had a crazy, unnatural look in his eyes with a menacing frown and a bottle of Ciroc in his hands. Ed bashed Rochelle in the back of the head with the bottle. I'm in total shock.
"Ahhhhh. WHAT ARE YOU DOING?", my friend Sharaya screams. He bashes her head to the point where she was bleeding.

Ed continues his reign of terror and hits more people in the head."I loved you but you left me for this KID,"Ed points to Kai and smashes his head,"and ALL these STUPID PEOPLE!"
Oh Lord! I have to help these people. I jump out of my seat to see Ed behind me beginning to swing his Ciroc at my head. I use my arms to block his arm from my head. "Uuuuuuuugggggghhhhhhhhh" Ed looks furious. He swings his fist at me. I grab a broken bottle top of another Ciroc bottle. "Stop knocking people out" I shout at him. I punched him again, stopping him from punching, then I poked him with the sharp end of the bottle top. After poking him about twenty times, I finally lead him outside the tent. He grunted in defeat and wobbly ran away, into the beach's darkness.

Once I got back to the tent, I had a standing ovation from everyone at the party. As the reception resumed and I went back to my seat I got some much love from the guests.

"Thank you" said Sharaya

"You saved my life...........again"my friend (and first, now ex boyfriend) Howie said.

"You're dang right I did, Howie Dorough"

As I took my seat the bride and groom, Leannie and Tony thanked me and gave me a small was of cash. The reception continued. I sat down as I watched everyone dance. I glare at Howie as he danced with all the other bridesmaids.

"Hey LeAnn, thanks for saving our butts earlier,wanna dance?" I look up to see a really handsome, kind of nervous guy talking to me.

"What how do you know my name", I ask.

"I know your grand auntie. She lives 'cross the street from me on Convent ave in NYC."

I stare into his dreamy brown eyes in confusion. Then it hit me. He was Joey Fatone, the 23 year old actor I had gone on a date with after I broke up with Howie. The date was six months ago. I had a great time, but I never got his number or vice versa.

"Joey", I  hug him," haven't seen you in forever"

"Me too"

"Remember that date we went on a couple months ago?"

"That's what I came to ask you. I loved our first date. I couldn't stop thinking about you since. Do you wanna go out with me again?"

I can't stop staring into his captivating eyes."Yes, I'd love to go on a date with you. Next Saturday at nine?"

"Sounds great. Thanks for saving us all" he sound relieved as he walks away. He turns to go back to his seat.

"Hey LeAnn" , Joey walked back to me talking more seductively. His face so close to mine,I could hear him breathing," If you ever need anything.........give me call." He hands me a piece of paper with his number on it. I stare at it for a while."

"Hey Joey, still want that dance?"

We go out and dance the night away. At the end of the night, I looked over at Howie who was at the reception bar now, alone and sad. He was my first real boyfriend sophmore year in college. I loved him, but after two years of dating, when I found out he was dating three other girls at the same time (including Leannie) I had to drop him.
Just as I was about to leave I went over to check on Rochelle. I noticed she had a sandwich bag full of ice on her head the whole night. She passed out after getting hit but she woke up soon after. A small dry blood stain was still on the back of her dress.

"LeAnn, he's going to come back for you, for revenge. You must be prepared. You must prepare...................