Extraordinary

"A Brat Who's Gonna Learn Her Lesson."

Chapter 15

        "Zara? You're partying tonight??" Zach asks with complete bewilderment and I blush hotly as one; I'm wearing one of the shortest dresses in history, two; Donovan and Layne are watching us like hawks and three; he hasn't really been talking to me lately. 

        I clear my throat, "Not really. I was forced." I mutter and he laughs. His eyes are light and happy and he looks to be enjoying the fact that I'm here, so I start to think that this is a good thing.

        "I believe it. Try to have a little fun though, you may surprise yourself." He smiles and then looks up,  backing away slowly, "Um, so yeah... see you around." He says weirdly and then disappears deeper into the house. I look up at Donovan and he slowly looks away from me. That was really weird of him. 

        "Okay, you go and talk to some friends while I try to get Zara warmed up." Layne says to Donovan and he looks unsure about her plan, but surprisingly he doesn't question her and I realize it's because a group of guys cheering down the hall has caught his attention. A smile appears on his face and he waves Layne the okay to do as she pleases. 

       Which means that my life at the moment is pretty much in her hands.

        She walks forward and I follow her. Guys look me up and down and it's disgusting as some of them even lick their lips as if they're hungry or something. I widen my eyes as we reach the kitchen and Layne starts to head towards a table full of cups and soon the strong smell of alcohol wafts into my nostrils and makes me revolt. I don't want to be apart of any of this. 

        I back up as she grabs two cups and turns to me, but she narrows her eyes, "You will drink at least one cup Zara or else the cats out of the bag tonight." She threats and at this point, I'm seriously considering just taking a nosedive and telling Donovan everything. I hate being controlled like this. 

        But then I glance around and see he's not too far from us and our gazes meet, causing his eyes to darken as we stare at each other for a long time. My throat seems to fractionally close up and I whimper inwardly. Okay, maybe I can't tell him myself.

        I look back to Layne and see her fumbling with her purse and my cup now on the table. She picks it up, sloshes it around a bit and smiles softly, "Here you go... drink it all." She demands and I take it with shaky hands and tip it to my mouth. It's strong and very bitter, almost sour with a tinge of something really weird in it. 

        I drink it all, though it was only half of a red solo cup, then I hold the now empty cup out, not liking the after taste more than the actual taste of it. Layne grabs the cup, sets it back down and smirks, "Perfect. Now we can really start to have fun tonight." She murmurs and downs her cup in a few seconds, before tossing it onto the table and pulling us out into the crowd of grinding teenagers. 

        My panic meter starts to incline as I gaze around and things seem... weird. My head starts to spin and I feel off balance. I clutch onto Layne's wrist to balance myself, and instead of looking concerned for me -- she looks expectant. Her smirk comes back, "Zara!?" She calls me and I can hear her perfectly, but I can't hear myself as I try to tell her that something is wrong. 

        Something is terribly wrong and I'm afraid. 

        She stops walking us and waves her hands in front of my face; causing me to let go of her wrist. I automatically go stumbling backwards, but get balanced by firm hands. They linger a little too comfortably on my sides though and I slowly try to wriggle away, but it doesn't work. Layne looks behind me and grins, then she grabs my hands and pulls me off of the guy.