Loving Lylah

Chapter 20

Lylah

"Huh? Who are you?" The guy asked.

Jimin shot him a glare and spoke to me.

"Let's go home. You're completely wasted." He moved forward to grab my hand but I moved back, frowning.

"Why don't you go home with Lindsay?" I shot back childishly.

"Yeah. Go away. You can't take my partner." The guy stood up and hugged my left arm and pouted adorably.

I tried to glare at Jimin the best I could but I was slowly getting sleepy and I had to blink several times.

"What? What do you mean?" Jimin ignored the guy and blinked at me in confusion.

"How would I know? Go ask her!" I yelled at him and touched the guys hand.

"Yeah! Yeah! Go ask her!" He repeated after me even though he didn't know what it was about.

I like this guy. He's more loyal than Jimin. Hmph.

"Lylah, come home, we'll talk about this when you're sober." Jimin frowned at the guy clinging on to me.

"No! I don't wanna go home! I wanna play truz!" I whined like a brat, angry that he was trying to take away my playtime.

"Yeah. You can't take her home. We have to play truz or dare!" The guy pulled me back.

Even in my drunken state, I could sense that Jimin was losing his cool. He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes, trying to control his breathing.

I knew that it was a bad idea to piss him off any further but I was mad at him too.

"Lylah." He called out warningly.

And without warning the brute moved forward, reached out and threw me over his shoulder. my head started spinning and I felt nauseous all of  a sudden. Jimin took long steps out of the room and I could hear the drunken guy calling out for me, behind us. Jimin took me to the living room, where the music was blasting and the rest of the gang was crowded.

He put me down on my feet and Chelsea immediately moved to steady me. I glared at Jimin while accepting the water bottle Jin handed me.

"Where's Yoongi-hyung and Blair?" Jimin looked around the driveway.

"No clue. But they must be together. Let's head back before them." Jungkook muttered tiredly.

I gulped down the bottle of water while leaning my head on Chelsea's shoulder. I was still a bit dizzy but I wasn't that drunk anymore. Chelsea took me out to the pool area, to get her purse. I waited for her by the side of the ginormous house, leaning against the wall.

I could hear faint arguing, from behind me and I chose to ignore it. The voices kept getting louder and they sounded familiar. I turned around, trying not to make any noise as I peeked over to see who they were.

A girl with long platinum blonde hair, wearing high heels was showing her back to me while the guy was facing towards me.

"You fucking psycho! You had a P.I investigate me?!" The guy yelled, the anger, visible on his face even in the dark of the night.

"Good thing I did too! You cheated on me! But that's okay. I'm willing to forgive you. I know you're sorry baby." The girl moved to run her hands down his chest.

Oooh. A lovers spat. I'm gonna stay out of this. I thought to myself and was about to turn back when I heard. "Fuck no. You know what? Its a good thing you found out. Better late than never. I'm surprised it took you so long." The boy's familiar deep voice took a different tone. "I've been trying to get rid of you anyway. This shit is over. There's nothing between us anymore. I'm finally free from your drama."