Striker

Party

Friday rolled around pretty quickly, and to say I was excited was an understatement. Max and Pete went shopping with me to help me pick out the perfect outfit after school, and now we are heading back so I can get ready. Jack said he would pick me up around 7, so I still have a few hours to get ready. 

I thanked the guys and headed inside to shower. I wasn't sure how I should do my hair or makeup for this. It was times like these I wish I had a girl around. I got out of the shower and towel dried myself, putting my robe on after. I was still debating on what to do with my hair when there was a knock on the door. 

"Come in!" I yelled. 

"Hey, Aella. The guys and I kind of thought that you would like some help getting ready, so I called my sister. She works at a beauty salon, so she knows what she's doing." Brute said. I smiled at him, thanking him with a peck on the cheek. 

"You're the best, Brutey." I said, sweetly. His sister came walking in with a tote full of supplies. 

"Alright, get out. Let me work my magic." She said, shooing Brute out. 

"Hi. I'm Aella." I blushed, looking at her. She was very beautiful, with short blonde hair and a perfect face. 

"Oh, I have heard a lot about you. I'm Allison. Is there anything particular you want done?" She smiled, waiting for me to respond. 

"I have no idea. I've never went to a party before, or on a date." I said, shyly. She probably thinks I'm a freak. 

"That's so cute! What does your outfit look like?" She squealed. 

I showed her my tight red dress. It's low cut in the front, showing off my D sized breasts. The back is also cut out, the material covering my ass. I was nervous about wearing it, but the guys insisted. She was ecstatic with it, getting started right away on me. We talked about everything. I actually really liked this girl. 

A couple hours later she was done. She helped me get on my dress, then I put my black wedges back on from the other day at school. Allison squealed again, turning me around to face the mirror. 

I gasped. I did not even recognize myself. My hair was straightened perfectly, hanging down and shining every time I moved. My eyes were done in a smokey look, with winged eyeliner. My eyelashes looked so long, they were touching my eyebrows. She had a glossy red lipstick painted on my lips, making them look plumper. 

"The lipstick is a stain, so it will not come off tonight." She smirked at me. 

"Thank you so much Allison. I can't even thank you enough. You are magic!" I gasped again, hugging her. 

"No, girl. You are just beautiful. Honestly, you could be a model." She replied. 

I blushed, hugging her again. We talked a bit more and then she packed up her things, telling me she would be in touch. I looked at myself one more time, looking at the clock, then heading downstairs. It was almost 7, so he should be here soon. 

I completely forgot about the guys when I walked downstairs, my mind mostly being on Jack. I was so excited for tonight, the smile wasn't leaving my face. 

None of the guys said anything when I reached the bottom. Their mouths were on the floor, causing me to blush even more. My eyes were drawn to Striker, who was looking at me hungrily. I blushed thinking about the other night. He noticed and smirked. 

"Dressing the part of the whore for tonight, huh?" Striker said, just as the doorbell rang.

I glared at him. If he wants to call me a whore, I'll show him one. I opened the door, looking at Jack seductively. 

"Hi, baby. Are you ready?" I purred. We walked out to the car, the guys following behind me. 

We arrived at the party that looked like it was in full swing. There were people everywhere, most intoxicated. 

"What do you want to drink?" Jack whispered in my ear. 

"Uh, I'll take whatever. Surprise me!" I replied, smiling. 

He walked off, leaving me with the guys. I turned to them and started talking until Jack came back with my drink and a tray full of shots. 

"You all want to do some shots?" He asked, laughing with the guys. Striker growled out a no and disappeared, no doubt to go find a girl for himself. 

I put my attention back on the guys as we all prepared to take our shots. We clanked them together and shot them back, my throat burning like crazy. Goodness, why do people do this?

Jack handed me a sex on the beach, which was actually very good. The night passed on and so did the shots and drinks.

"Do you want to dance?" Jack asked, taking my hand. 

"Sure, baby." I slurred. I wasn't even sure if I could dance, but this alcohol was giving me a new confidence. 

We went to the dance floor and a song came on. I began moving my hips along with Jacks, lightly pressing myself into him. My arms went up around his neck as I grinded slowly into his hips. I heard him moan into my ear and he started kissing down my neck. Before I knew it, he had taken me up to a bedroom.

I giggled as I laid on the bed. "What are you doing, Jack? I want to danceee." I pouted up at him. He was looking at me with dark eyes, but not sexy dark eyes like Strikers. What the hell. I need him out of my mind. 

Jack began climbing onto the bed on top of me. He was kissing me aggressively, almost painfully. It did not feel great, but I allowed my lips to move with his. This was nothing like the bathroom with Striker. Jack's hands started roaming elsewhere, roughly grabbing my boobs. 

"Ow, Jack. That hurts. Stop. Please!" I yelled, trying and failing to push him off. I think it just made him want it more. 

"Oh, come on. Striker said you were easy. Why are you putting up a fight now, baby?" He yelled, grabbing my hair and roughly pulling it back. It sent a searing pain through my scalp. 

"Get off of me." I shouted, as loud as I could. I started to scream but a harsh impact hit my face. He just fucking punched me. My head was spinning at this point. I felt like I couldn't breathe and Jack did not stop touching me. He pulled up my dress and began to take his pants off. 

"Please! Don't. Get the fuck away." I said, trying to run out of the room. He grabbed me and threw me back onto the bed. 

"Shut up." He yelled at me, getting closer again. He was holding my hands down with one, while the other was held around my mouth. I was trying to scream, but they were muffled. I closed my eyes, praying this would all end.

I heard a commotion, then Jack's body was thrown off of mine. 

"What the fuck man? You said she was easy, why are you throwing me off of her?" I heard Jack say. I cowered away in the corner as I watched Striker begin to beat his face in. Punch after punch was thrown in Jack's direction, blood was thrown everywhere. I think Jack may have gotten one punch in on Striker's face. It didn't look like he was going to stop. I whimpered.

Striker turned towards me, eyes blazing. They softened slightly when they saw me, and he slowly came to me. 

"Come on, Angel. Come with me." He whispered, picking me up and cradling me to his body. I allowed him to, for some reason feeling completely safe in his arms.