Animalistic | Luke Hemmings |

[ Ch. 2 ]

Chapter 2

Tris' POV

As Kenzie and I got home a sudden thought just occurred to me. "What are we going to wear?" I asked while flipping my long light brown hair over my shoulder. She just gave me a look as if saying 'Did you really ask that?' I just gave her the finger, getting a small chuckle in return. I ran up to my room and went straight to my closet. I picked out, took a shower, and then put on high waisted burgundy shorts and a 'BE NICE OR LEAVE' grey crop top. Then I did natural looking makeup (if makeup can look natural). I headed downstairs to wait for Kenzie.

After 2 episodes of The Walking Dead Kenzie finally decided to make her way downstairs in a tight tank top and bleached short-shorts.When I finally noticed her I gave her a 'Wut da fuq?' Kinda look. "Kenny you dingle, what took so long?!" I asked exaggeratedly throwing my hands in the air to show her that I was joking. But seriously tho. She did. "You haven't called me Kenny in a while... And looking this good takes time!" She joked. I rolled my eyes as we made our way to the where da party at!

~~Magic Teleport!~~ (We drove)

By the time we got to the party it was around midnight. As I stepped out of the car I saw people passed out on the lawn, and a bunch of horny teens makin out. Once Kenzie and I made it into the actual building the smell of alcohol and sweat hit me like a brick, making me cringe. "Do you think there'll be any hot dudes here?" Kenzie squealed "You should find someone too. OMG WE WILL TELL EACH OTHER EVERYTHING." Kenzie is very, interesting when it comes to relationships and sharing info about it. She feels like it will help bond our friendship. 'Who am I to disagree?' I asked myself as we entered the building.

Someone suddenly bumped into me making me turn around but when I turned back Kenzie was nowhere to be seen. "Lovely" I muttered under my breath as I made my way to get a drink. To get to the kitchen I had to battle through a bunch of sweaty hormonic teens, and it wasn't easy to get the actual liquor either. I grabbed a random solo cup full of some goldeney liquid. I took a sip before quickly getting used to it, and drinking the wrest.

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I have no idea how long I've been at this party, how I'm gonna get home, and where Kenzie is. But what I do know, is that I'm definitely more than tipsy. As I stumble down a hallway that I'm sure I've passed by many times by now, I feel a rough grip on my arm. I turn my head to find a hottish dude mere millimetres from my face, his alcohol scented breath fanning my face. Next thing I know I'm pushed against the wall with a random stranger trying to suck my face off, while I don't do anything about it. I don't kiss back. I simply do nothing.

Eventually I get tired of how this is playing off and decide to try to falsely kiss back. I pushed my face against his (not like it already wasn't) and bit his lip drawing blood. He quickly retracted giving me enough time to knee him in the--- Ya, you know where. He hunched over and kneeled on the floor. He was getting bricking annoying! By know I had become a bit more sober and exited the hallway that I was previously in.

I had completely forgotten about Kenzie and was about to just casually walk out the front door when another hand gripped my wrist, yet nowhere near as harshly. I slowly turned around to be faced with a very tall persons chest. I slowly looked up and directed my gaze towards his eyes. They were very blue, and were staring intensely, yet gently into my green ones. "Mine" Luke whispered so softly I wasn't sure if I was meant to hear it. He pulled me closer and put his head in the crook of my neck. I could heard him inhaling deeply.

"Well, this was awkward, so I suppose I should go." I said after a few minutes of us just standing there. He seemed quite comfortable, as where I was tense. I swiftly pulled myself out of his grasp and rushed out of the door. I casually walked down the street heading towards home, not once hearing the trail of footsteps behind me waver. I suppose Luke caught up to me, because he once again grabbed my wrist with the same gentle force and turned me to face him. I looked up at him knowing that if I didn't he would end up clichély putting his finger under my chin and lifting my head. I raised my right eyebrow questioningly. "Yes?" Instead of replying he just placed a short, sweet kiss to my forehead before turning away.