The Bad Boy's Games

Chapter 27

Chapter 27
I get up and look Hunter in his annoyingly gorgeous hazel eyes.
"Just leave me alone." I meant to say it boldly, I swear. But it came out as a trembling whisper.
This isn't some romantic movie though, so Hunter didn't go "aww" or "wait Jade I'm sorry" or "what's wrong".
This is reality, where boys are gonna be boys, no matter how charming they act toward sluts.
So he just didn't answer.
Or maybe he was going to, but I didn't give him the chance, because I finally began to cry. As that first tear trailed my cheeks, smearing my mascara, I bolted out of the bedroom like a lost bunny, about to be attacked.
After fixing my makeup, I find Caroline downstairs in the basement. She's with Austin and five bottles of alcohol.
They're dancing to the music... Whoa, Caroline couldn't keep her word. She said she wouldn't be a drunken teenager grinding on any of these boys.. But oh boy, I see her with Austin... And they're doing just what she said she wouldn't. Ahh we all break promises.
I laugh at my thoughts and tap her on the shoulder. She doesn't notice. She gulps down more of her drink and grinds on Austin more. I'm happy for them.
I tap her again. Harder.
"Ouch! You bi- Oh Heyyyyy Jaaaayyyde!!!!!!" Caroline moves to me and squeezes me. She smells of alcohol.
"Hey.... Caroline and Austin. You guys seem to be having fun!" I chuckle. This is so amusing.
Austin and Caroline look at each other. They grin goofily, but don't look away. Like they're in some sort of trance. Weird.
Ah whatever.. It's cute.
I can't imagine what I'd be like when I'm drunk. *Facepalm* I don't want to think about it hahah.
"How are yaah?" Caroline snaps her head back to me, her black and pink curls bouncing. Behind the twinkling in her eyes, I sense the hint of concern she's feeling for me, even in her intoxication. Man, I love her.
I don't want to worry her so I answer, "Never been better. Where's Mia?"
Caroline tells me she's in the living room on the ground floor with some other girls. That's nice. Let her be there and enjoy.
I don't know what to do now. I numbly but swiftly climb the stairs, walk out of the house, out to the yard. It's late now. No neighbors to be seen. I'm not sure where the host's parents are, but they're definitely not anywhere around here.
I can't take this. I walk into the woods nearby.
The trees engulf me. They protect me like a shield against the world. This is my escape. I want to escape reality. I don't want to think anymore. Just free me of my problems.
Mike and Rachel and Nick and Cassidy and Nicole.. Who needs them? Honestly.
Speaking of the devil... One of them shows up. Oh look at that...
"Hey, Jade!" Mike exclaims, a fake grin plastered on his face, as if he's pleased to see me.
I do not reply. I take a step backward. Stop bothering me, I want to scream. The words burn my throat and tie my tongue into knots. The words refuse to be spoken.
Mike's eyebrows furrow in mock confusion, as if he's innocent. "Jade... What happened? Are you okay?"
Am I okay? Like he doesn't already know. He speed walks to me.. A light jog. I speed walk backwards. Not long after I freakin bump into a tree. My back tenses against the rough bark of this maple. My whole body tenses when Mike takes my hand.
He smells of Rachel's favorite perfume. Some Juicy one. Does he think I'm that stupid that I can't smell or sense Rachel's kiss all over him?
My eyes water. I can't cry. Not here not now not ever.
Let go of me.
His hand only grippens on my hand, his other hand tight around my waist.
He also smells of alcohol. He too is drunk. Isn't there at least one person who isn't intoxicated at this party?!
Mike is acting scary.
"Jade, talk to me, please. I don't know what I did... Can't we sort this out?" Mike's eyes are dancing but his eyelids hang low. His breath is in my face. His mouth moving to mine. Ever so quickly. I can't stop him.
I duck.
Mike's (very fake) worried expression turns to anger. "Feisty, aren't you? Well, if you don't want to talk," he smirks as his whole demeanor seems a million times more intimidating now, "can't we sort this out through our actions?"
Wait a second... Sort this out? So he knows he's done something. He knows that I know. Actions? What actions? I don't want him to hurt me.
As I process this... He hurts me.