❂sunshine❂

❂nine❂

December 29th, Danny's birthday

"Did you have fun?" I asked sitting my cup of some fruity drink Zek Argent made me. I could feel the alcohol in me. It gave me this warm and light feeling. I really liked it.

"Yes."

"You got a lot of presents! I don't like I've seen that many in my life! I mean someone even gave you a plane ticket to Paris!"

"I didn't want any of that stuff." He shrugged.

"Not even the gift card to LongHorn I got you?" I laughed.

"Well, not exactly what I was hoping for from you." He chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm not good at giving gifts, especially not to boys like you." Slumped over on the couch. This party he threw had stollen all my energy.

"I know the perfect gift you could have have me." He smirked with glazed eyes. I knew Danny had a few drinks, but he went a little over board with the tequila because his breath reeked of it.

"What?" I brushed my hair over my shoulders.

"You." He glanced down at my chest.

"Me?" I asked. I felt my stomach get hotter but it wasn't because of the alcohol.

"Yes. I've always wanted you. Your tan legs, cute little ass, your perfectly sized boobs. That would be the best present of the night." He said devilishly smiling as he stroked my arm.

My body stiffened. I felt all the happiness from earlier leave my body, and let the realization fill in the spaces. "Do you even like me?"

"If coarse I do. I mean look at you!"

I balled my fists, "I meant do you even like me for my personality?"

"Yeah. I think so. I can't really make out which I like more though." He shrugged.

I quickly got up from my spot on the couch and raced up to his bedroom. "You're going to make you race you to the bedroom? I didn't think you were that excited to have sex with me!" He yelled from downstairs, only adding to the anger I felt.

I busted his door open, in search for all my things.

"What are you doing?" I heard him ask behind me.

"I'm leaving." I growled grabbing my phone and jacket from the nightstand once I finally spotted them.

I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist and he roughly tugged me back, "You're not going anywhere. It's my birthday, and I want to spend it with my girlfriend, I will dammit. Now sit down!" He yelled as he roughly pushed me on the bed.

"I don't want to be your girlfriend anymore!"

"Well it's not really about what you want is it?" He said coming closer to me in a strangely slow fashion.

He finally reached me, pushing me down against the bed, pinning my hands over my head."You can't hold me here! This isn't right!" I violently squirmed against him trying to release my arms from his hold.

"Then why does it feel so right?" He asked in a tone that you would only hear in horror movies. He attached himself to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses everywhere.

"Get off of me!" I cried.

"Why won't you fucking have sex with me? I have girls throwing themselves at me. Do you know how many offers I've turned down because of you? Do you know how long it's been since I've had sex? All because I want you. It's like it's my mission to screw you. It's literally the only thing I think about. You're the only girl to ever tell me no. Why is that? Am I not hot enough for you? What makes you horny, because I'll do it. I'll do it right now!"