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twelve

The party was the biggest I have ever seen. We walked in and it seemed to get louder due to the rowdy boys' appearance. Mikey held me close to him, under his arm. I walked by his side as the rest of the group scattered through the crowd. Some girl called Mikey's name resulting in him giving me worried eyes. "I'll be okay! Go!" I reassured him, rubbing his arm. He nodded and signaled '5' which he meant 'I wont be gone long'.

The mansion we were in seemed to be alive with its own heartbeat, and pulse, and all. I shrugged to myself, getting lost in my mind like usual and moving over to the table that contained surely over $500 of liquor. I poured myself some jungle juice into a solo cup. Fruit punch and whatever liquor you could find, that's jungle juice. I sipped at my cup as I walked around. Suddenly my phone buzzed in my pocket, I opened it to read.

Luke: 3rd bedroom upstairs. Come. Now.

I read the letters, the words, the quotation marks. 3 times... No, 7. I couldn't believe my eyes. I could feel my cheeks heating up and my thighs clenched together tightly before I could question their motive. The words swirled in my brain as I remembered the night Luke laid in my bed and the many nights before that. When he held me into his drunken chest and slept like a baby. A tall, blue-eyed devil baby. When I snapped back to reality, I realized I was upstairs. I stopped myself at the beginning of the hallway.

Me: And if I don't?

My cheeks heated up even more, the music was dimmed and now it was my heartbeat that flooded my eardrums. Boys never made me nervous. Luke was not boys. I stood in front of the 3rd bedroom, twiddling with my fingers as the, '...' illuminated my eyes while I waited for Luke to respond.

Suddenly the door swung open and there stood the devil himself. I guess I was frozen in the dumbstruck moment because I felt his cold fingers tilt my chin up to look at him. I looked at the boy who I had called my best friend and then hadn't called at all. The piercing blue eyes, the furrowed eyebrows, the forever-messy hair. Him, in all his beauty. I glanced at those eyes, then his lips as he just stared at me.

I pressed my hands against his chest and pressed my lips against his hard, causing him to stumble back. I kicked the door closed as his hands guided their way to the small of my back. Our tongues fought for dominance as I proceeded to back him up until his legs pressed the foot of the bed. I jumped, latching my legs along his waist, holding onto him as he fell back onto whoever's bed this was. Our lips connected passionately, achingly. Like we had been dying to do for two years. His hands tangled in my hair ferociously as I held his cheeks in my hands.

I sat up, pulling my shirt over my head and before I could do anything else, he attacked my chest, kissing hard and sucking in the spots he found feasible. I moaned out, surprising myself a bit, and gripped the tips of his hair in my hands, throwing my head back in ecstasy.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. "Malea? Are you okay? Why is the door locked?" Mikey's voice filled my ears. I gasped but Luke's hand covered my mouth quickly as he continued sucking on my chest and along my collar bones. He kissed up my neck and found a spot that made me melt. He leaned to my ear and whispered, "Shh. Let Daddy make you feel good." I whined against his lips, leaning into him more. "Malea? Is anyone in here?!" Mikey struggled harder with the door handle and reality smacked me hard. I pushed Luke down onto the bed and caught my breath. I quickly tip toed across the room and grabbed my tube top, slipping it back on.

"Get under the bed." I whispered to Luke, only now realizing that he just smirked as I panicked. "Now Luke!" I whisper yelled at him again. He licked his lips and his eyes stayed fixated on me. "Just a minute Mikey! Coming!" I called out, adjusting myself in the mirror. "Call me Daddy & I'll be your dirty little secret." My cheeks turned crimson and my mind went mild. I tip toed over to a smirking Luke who sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down and trailing my tongue up his neck ghastly.

"Please be my dirty little secret, daddy." I whined into his ear faintly. He bit his lip as his eyes darkened three shades, moving to a closet in the corner of the room. I unlocked the door to the room and Mikey barged in quickly. "Is everything okay?!" He asked, panicked. I widened my eyes and assured him I was alright and just passed out on the bed for a little. "You gotta be careful, M... There are some real creeps here who would do terrible things to a pretty girl." Mikey said, rubbing his temples.

I took a long breath and grinned, "Tell me about it."