Trapped in Ophelia's Body

Little mishap

Song: Helium by Sia

I show up a little late to the party. He is already up on the make shift stage playing with the band. The group of girls from earlier is already there and dancing right up next to the front and they are flaunting whatever they have. I roll my eyes...you got to be kidding me.

I grab a water and walk over to the side. I'm not sure he even sees me. I decide to dress up a little and have on this really cute cotton dress that feels amazing against my skin. I don't  bother wearing any makeup and I brush my hair out to let it be all natural.

I sit off to the side and yes the music is a little too much but I try not to let it bother me. The flickering lights on the other hand are causing my head to hurt. I close  my eyes as much as possible. I never really understood  why people have to have flashing lights when listening to music.

When the song ends he starts to walk off the stage. The guys are taking a small break. I watch as she runs up to him and wraps her arms around him and he slowly pushes her away from him.

"Come on Kodiak...you know you want me," she yells out over the music. But he ignores her and looks around the crowd until he sees me. He walks straight over to me. The whole time he has his eyes on me.

"I thought you might not make it...I was looking for you." He leans in to kiss me.

She walks over and is not happy to see me. "Really...come on you could do so much better. Is she even old enough to be here?"

"Layla...this is my girlfriend Ophelia...Ophelia..Layla." He does a quick introduction and then grabs my hand pulling me onto the dance floor. She starts to say something but he doesn't reply and I don't bother paying any attention.

"Dance with me."

"Kodiak..."He twirls me around. "Kodiak..." He pulls me into him and doesn't swing me out; he holds on to me. "Kodiak...stop!" I finally scream out so that he can freaking  hear me over the music.

"You are the only one for me...look at me..."

And I do. I stop and give him my full attention, staring into his eyes.

"I love playing in the band but I love you more. I enjoy being with the guys but I love being with you...you...Ophelia. I only want you," he tells me over and over.

I let him dance with me, holding me so close to him trying to block out everything that is going on around me. I let him hold me as I feel my whole body trembling I side. After we dance he guides me back to the side. "Wait here...please...we have like three more songs and then the next group plays."

I nod. I sit back and watch him perform. Im a little farther bvb back from the stage. He is amazing. The bad us really good. The girls are all dancing and trying to get his attention. I watch the interaction with them back and forth. Yes I'm a little jealous but he doesn't take his eyes of me the whole time.

The last song is almost over and this girl Layla bumps into me and spills her drink all over me. This red looking punch that I am sure will ruin my dress is all over me causing my dress to stick to my skin and I look like I was in a wet t-shirt contest. You got to be kidding me. I look up at her and glare at her and she smirks at me and walks off.

I start to panic. I want this dress off of me so bad but I don't have anything to put on over me. I look around for the bathroom, standing there shaking to death. The freaking attack comes over me quickly. I don't even notice that the music stopped at this point or the fact that the people around me are staring at me. His hand grabs mine pulling me towards the back. When he gets to the back part of the building I am crying and yanking at my dress.

"Get it off...get it off..." I cry. I am hyperventilating and trying to get it off without getting anything into my hair. My hands are trembling so bad that I cant focus how to even grab the damn thing and pull it off of me.

"Hey...calm down let me help you " he says in a clam voice.

"Get it off...I want it off now." I shake all over, still crying. " I should have known something like this would happen...it never freaking fells...shit."

He helps me get it off but now my freaking bra is soaked too and it has to come off. I can't breathe. I feel like I am trapped into this sticky gross feeling and it is consuming me.

He keeps fumbling on the clasps. I don't wait for him to help me out of my bra. I reach behind me and unfasten it and let it fall to the floor. So here I am standing in this awkward room with just him with only my panties on. He is trying to help wipe off the remanding drink off of my skin with my dress. I mean why not smear it more its already  freaking ruined. I'm standing t bgg here shivering. He quickly takes off his shirt and he hands me his shirt.

"Here...put this on."

"I still feel sticky though," I complain.

"Babe...can you just put it on so we can get out of here. Please. You can take a shower when you get home."

"You don't get it...I need it off now...like right now," I start crying again.

He reaches to my cheek and wipes a few of the tears. "Stay here I will be right back." He leaves me in there alone. I wrap my arms around me. I slowly sink to the floor and start rocking back and forth. Within a few minutes he is back and has a water bottle and a small towel.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Getting this off of you...this is all they had. Come on let me help you get it off." He pours the water on the towel and then starts wiping the drink off of my skin, trying to get all the stickiness off of me. I know he is really trying here but I can still feel it all over me. "I know it's not perfect...I'm trying," he says sincerely as he continues to wipe it off.

"I just want to go home." I lean over and grab his shirt and put it on. I wish it was a little  longer but ar least I'm  covered. He places my dress and bra into a small bag that I guess he got when he went back out front and I don't bother asking him about it. He walks me out to my car. Before I get in he leans down to kiss me.

"I'm sorry about that; Layla can be a bitch when she wants to be."

When she wants to be...uhm how long has he been around her? More thoughts of the two of them together flood my head. I glare at him I say really rudely, "You act like you know her well." I watch his facial expression to see if he tries to lie to me.

"No...not really; she is just always here. I saw her do this to other girls as well. She like has this crush on the whole band, not just me. Seriously she has already been with two of them and trying to make it around to all of us." He stares right back at me. Not once does he blink a certain way or make any motions to shoew that he is not lying but I still have to know.

"And you...do you like her?" I ask again.

"Hell no...that's just messed up. I told you I only want you."

"Do you now?" I try to smile at him but it falters just as fast.

"Hell yes...." And his lips are on mine in no time.