self loved | e.d.

seventeen

lights flicker from outside of the mansion with shadows of bodies dancing around.

people gang around it to hang out or smoke weed which is accurate for the smell fuming around me.

why must i be here? i ask myself.

the door creeks open making me cringe. the familiar music booms out of the house and into the world.

heat rushes over and onto my body, causing my breathing to become slight heavier than before.

i look around me to see nothing but random strangers from my school grinding up against one another.

"hey pretty thang." a voice comes up behind me, whispering into my ear.

i jump as i hear the voice, turning around to see a random guy standing above me.

my heart rate stops seeing who it is.

his face was still gorgeous, his body. everything.

just not his heart.

"what are you doing here?" his ice cold hand touches my waist.

electricity shocks through my body, not the good kind either.

"i-i." nothing came out of my mouth.

no matter how hard i tried to, nothing would come out.

"can't say anything? what a shame." he unattached his hand from my waist and started playing with my hair. pulling it behind my ear.

i lifted my hand up and slapped his hand away from me. "don't fucking touch me."

he looks at his hand then back over to me in shock. "don't fucking do that." he pointed at me.

"or else." a masculine voice erupted from out of nowhere.

i look over his shoulder and saw ethan.

the guy turned around, following my actions. "or else little miss perfection." he looked back at me, flipping my hair. "will go home in big trouble."

"does your daddy know that you're out, lexi?" his voice rolled out my nickname, the one only ethan calls me.

i looked over at ethan, seeing him staring down upon me while licking the inside of his cheek.

"n-no." i looked down.

"meaning you snuck out?" he gasped obnoxiously.

"fucking quit it anthony!" i yelled at his face.

anthony's hand grabbed my neck. "don't yell at me!"

"hey!" ethan pushed him aside. letting his hand detach from my throat. "don't fucking do that!"

anthony looked up to meet ethans eyes, scoffing him off then walking away from the scene.

i look up to ethan, seeing he was already looking down at me.

shifting my gaze quickly to see others laughing and drinking mysterious liquids that held inside the casual red solo cups.