Take You - Janoskians

Chapter 3

A/N: ok I'm pretty sure this sucks and also I haven't edited or even read over it, so...

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~ Tee x

I take another drink from the boy I am dancing closely with. I tip my head back, spilling some of the contents but gulping the disgusting alcoholic mixture down as he pushes up against me. I push my finger up against the boys chest. "you, my friend," I slur. "are BORING." I turn away from him but his hands grab my waist. I turn around, angry, and punch his chest. "don't you..." I trail off as he grabs me and drags me to a dark corridor. he pushes me up against the wall and starts kissing my neck. I stand there limply as he presses up against me. I am so out of it. how many drinks have I had? I count on my fingers. 1, 2, 6, 3, 10? ok, no. that's not right. I feel the guys hands slide up from my thigh to my waist and I look down. ew. how did I get here!? he is kissing down my chest. oh god. I squirm. he pushes me harder against the wall. I brace my hands against his shoulders, trying to push him away. "stop.." I mutter drunkenly. he grabs my hands and pushes me into a room, pulling my skin tight suit off my shoulders as he does so. I pull myself away. he grabs me again, groping me. "argh.. STOP!" I scream. "you smell bad!" holy shit. holy shit. holy shit. I am going to get raped and die. he's so strong I can't get away. help me, someone, I'm going to die. suddenly I hear a scuffle and a murmur before the room brightens and someone shouts, "hey!" suddenly I am free, and I stumble backwards onto the floor. I scramble up and back towards the wall. I hear the guy say, "what the..?" before a thump. I look up and see the guy scrambling out of the room, holding his bleeding nose. I let out a sigh of relief and let my head rest against the wall. suddenly a face swims into focus. it's the curly-haired jerk from before. ugh. of all people. he looks at me, concerned. "are you okay?" he says. "hmm.. am I okay?" I mumble before blacking out.

I wake up in a bed, tangled in sheets. it's dark. I sit up quickly, then moan and sink back down. my head hurts. suddenly I see a shape loom over me. OH SHIT. IT'S A MURDERER. YEP, DEFINITELY A MURDERER. "how are you feeling?" the murderer says in a worried voice. pretty good, despite the fact there is a murderer standing over me. "uh, before I answer, are you a murderer?" the murderer laughs. "not that I know of." he says, flipping a lamp on, making me wince and illuminating his face. when I see it, I groan and turn away, putting my arm over my eyes. "too soon?" he says. "just a bit," I say meekly. "sorry." he says earnestly. in case you haven't caught on yet, it's the boy from before. the one that called me, I quote, "a judgemental bitch." and I, in return, called him oh, what was it? ah, that's right. "RUDE, and CONCEITED." I'm also pretty sure he saved my life. "so, how are you feeling?" he says, leaning over me. what the heck? is this the same person? what happened to the asshole? "uh, pretty shit."I mumble. "oh." he says. "so, are you like a major slut or did I just save you from like, being raped?" ok yep. definitely the same person. I snort. graceful. "yes, every time I have sex with a boy I let him drag me into a pitch black room while I am dead-ass drunk, whilst yelling and fighting and screaming for help. quite the slut I am."

"yeah, that's what I thought." he says.

"how long have I been out for?"

"approximately 7 hours." he says seriously. "WHAT!?" I say, sitting up. "woah!" he says, putting his hands up. "calm down temptress! I was kidding! 10 minutes, tops."

"what the hell!? don't do that!" I yell at him. "well, sorry." he says, rolling his eyes, then becoming serious. "do you need anything?" he says. I grimace. "a new life?" he chuckles. "hey, I'm not magic baby doll." I roll my eyes before realising something. oh, ew. "umm, am I lying in a randoms bed right now?" he thinks about this. "uh, technically, yeah. but this is my friends house, so, it's not that weird." I glare at him. "not helping. yuck!" he smirks. "don't worry your pretty little head, James is very clean." I groan. "stilllll." I say. "grossss." i say, whining like a 12 year old girl as I sit up slowly and clear myself of the sheets. ok. I take a deep breath. "so... what exactly happened?" he looks uncomfortable. "uhh.. well I was up here.. uh..." I make the judgement by his tone... wait. DAMN IT i AM a judgemental bitch! "...with a girl?" I say. he clears his throat. "uh.. yeah." he says slowly. "and?" I venture. "let me tell the story, ok!?" he snaps. I recoil and let him talk. "so, yeah, I was up here, and then all of a sudden this guy was pushing you in here and you were, well, screaming and struggling and, I don't know, it was just an instinct but I hit him and he left. pussy." he growls. I smirk, despite the fact that less 20 minutes ago I almost got raped. you know, no biggie. "and yeah." he gracefully finishes, a teasing smile growing on his face. "what?" I snap. "ah, I was just remembering you... and your undergarments." he says, winking at me. I feel my body grow hot. "w-what?" I say, shocked. he looks at me in surprise. "what, you don't remember?" he says. "uh... what do you think, dipshit?" I say. wow ok that was rude. but I would never admit that to this guy. he scowls, and looks me up and down. "he was practically undressing you." he says. "ugh." I say, disgusted. I am seriously freaked out that I almost got raped.. almost. it's then that I realise I haven't thanked him. I jump up. "OH MY GOD." I say, grabbing him and pulling him into a hug. "thank you so much for saving me from getting raped and dying thank you holy shit thank you!" I say. urrmmmmm. what the hell did I just do. I quickly pull away from the hug and look at him. a smile is slowly spreading across his face. "you're welcome.. uh.."

"Jess." I say, holding out my hand.

"Luke," he says, shaking it. I feel a weird tingle go up my arm. "um. so how do you know James?" i say nervously. he smirks. goddammit I hate that smirk. "ok, I can't believe you haven't realised this, but umm, he's my close friend and we're in a group called the Janoskians." I gasp. "no way!" I say, truly shocked. "so you're.."

"Luke Brooks." he nods. "oohhhhhhhh." I say, realising how much that explained. "so how do you know him?" Luke says. "oh," I say, embarrassed. "I don't actually. but my friend and I got invited so... yeah. I'm here." I say awkwardly. "oh..." he says. I look around. "I should, uh, probably be getting back to the party." I say quickly. "my friends are probably looking for me." i give him a swift smile before pulling on the door. "sorry and uh, thanks. again." I say, leaving. I know I probably look like a mess so I quickly make my way through the crowds, looking for Cece. I spot Robert sitting surprisingly close on a couch next to Jordan Dane. I make my way over to him, flustered. "Robert. can we talk, uh, privately?" his eyes look at me searchingly, confused, before standing up. "sure, baby girl." he frowns. turning around to Jordan, he trails his hand along Jordan's. "I'll talk to you later." he says, winking as I lead him away. I raise my eyebrows at him. he ignores me. "what's up sugar?" he says. "umm, well, my night is going great, seeing as, well let's see, I've had a yelling match with a random boy, gotten drunk out of my mind, almost got raped, interrupted a hook up, had two boys seen me shirtless, woken up in a randoms bed, and had an extremely awkward conversation. I guess you could say I've had fun. uhh can we go now?" I say. "ohhh my god, Jess, let's get you out of here." he says. "where's Cece?" I throw my hands up. "I have no clue! I've been looking for her everywhere!" suddenly she appears behind Robert. "oh, hey guys." she says, looking all flustered and sweaty. "what's going on?"

"ah, we're going." I grab her arm and lead her away, Robert trailing behind. "aw, but it's only just getting good!" she whines. "I wouldn't." Robert says to her quietly. "I guess you could say she's not in the mood." she shuts up after that.

in Roberts car on the way home, Cece turns to me. "so.. what happened back there?" Robert groans. "I almost died. but I didn't. end of." I say, turning the radio up. she breathes out and leans back, clearly annoyed. I really just want to get home, get in my totally unfashionable flannelette pyjamas, and go to sleep. that's all I want. so I shut up and let the radio do the talking.

A/N: sucks I know. so uh, hopefully I can update soon! lol I'm talking to no one. unless you mysterious silent readers are put there.. which I know you aren't. sigh. dammit.