ride (jenzie )

chapter one

     Blaring party music ran through the whole house, but the screams and laughs of the partygoers still overthrew it. People were dancing on the dance floor, drinking in the kitchen, playing beer pong in the living room, jumping in the pool, and of course, fucking in the upstairs bedrooms.

    Mackenzie was dancing on the dance floor with her best friends Lauren, Emily, and Maisy. The crowded bodies made it hot, even in revealing clothing. But their intoxicated heads didn't mind; all they wanted to do was have fun.

     "Hell yeah!" Maisy yelled, jumping up and down to the pulsing music, the drink in her cup sloshing and spilling. Emily did the same, screaming the lyrics to her favorite song.

     "You guys are wild!" Lauren laughed, clinging onto Kenzie's shoulder, unstable from the alcohol. "Move so I can dance!"

     Lauren shoved Emily closer to Maisy so their bodies brushed when they jumped. Usually the blonde would flip, but intoxication made her, somehow, nicer.

Kenzie's insides fought with each other. The girl couldn't stand drunk people (of course, it didn't apply when she herself was the same), but these three were also her friends, and they stuck together. She sighed. Her head was still level; theirs were all over the place.

Mackenzie turned to the other girls. "Do you know where Johnny is?" The asked, trying to look over all the heads for her boyfriend.

"Nope!" Lauren replied, stopping her hop. "But we can go get a drink. Kitchen's full of 'em!"

"Yeah.. sure. A drink is fine," Mackenzie said, grabbing Lauren's wrist, sure the girl wouldn't make it out of the crowd on her own. The brown-haired beauty has to push multiple people out of the way to get through, not without a few bumps back and a, "Bitch? Who do you think you are?"

The kitchen air seemed a lot lighter than the heavy, humid air of the dance floor, even though it reeked of sharp vodka and and tequila. Mackenzie took a breath of fresh air as Lauren grabbed two solo cups from the stack and grabbed some bottles.

"What do you want?" She asked.

Hmmm. "Rum and coke please," she said after pondering for a split second.

"Coming right up, miss Ziegler!" Lauren said, as she went to the fridge and got a can of coke. The click of the tab always sounded odd, though.

After her friend was done and began to make her own drink, Mackenzie drank not even half of the beverage before leaving it on the hard white marble counter and walking out. She muttered a thanks to Lauren, who didn't even see her walk out.

Mackenzie walked down the short, but empty hallway before being grabbed on the wrist my a boy, and pulled into the bathroom. The door slammed behind her, and the click of the lock screamed this wasn't a good situation.

"So," he started, pinning the brown-haired beauty to the door, uncomfortable close, "How are you liking my party, Mackenzie?"

She gulped in fear. A situation like this was often heard of at parties, but it was never a reality to Kenzie till now. She stood silent.

His face turned into a frown. "What was that, Ziegler? Was that a yes?"

Her brown eyes widened.

"Well I'm very glad you are enjoying it."

He pressed himself onto her as she tried to squirm away. One is his man hands was on her face, and the other was on her waist, pushing her into the wooden door. Stop. Stop!