Turn Your Face

(08)

We pulled into his friend's driveway and got out of the car.

"She's here, so don't act like a complete bitch." He chuckled into my ear sending chills down my spine and back up to my lips, and I parted them.

I didn't want to see her but I knew where there were boys, there was Riley.

He opened the door for me and I stepped inside where the smell of beer lit up my nose, making me a little sick.

I stayed directly beside him until we came in the gaze of Riley, who almost melted to the floor, obviously drunk.

"Hey baby, c'mon why don't we go upstairs and have some fun?" She asked, touching Griffin in odd places where I didn't even know she knew about.

"Riley, you're drunk." He stated as if he were captain obvious.

"No, I'm completely sober," She lied trying to convince him to have sex with her upstairs. I decided to leave them alone and walk into the kitchen, I saw Cole sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a beer.

"Hey Cole!" I yelled over the loud music before catching his glimpse, before he smiled.

"Hey Bekah. You come with Griffin? I thought he couldn't stand you."

"Well, he agreed to take me to the party, get me drunk and then leave me here for you to take care of me." I giggled before sitting next to him on the table.

"How did you get those legs into that dress? It looks like they're cutting off your circulation." He stated, touching the fabric with his cold fingers.

I didn't like when people touched my legs, who am I kidding, I hated my legs.

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I felt someone behind me, dancing with me. Their hands touched my hips. I loved it.

Suddenly, his hands got lower and I turned around to see an obviously drunk Griffin.

"Griffin! You're drunk." I said, holding his face with my hands.

He shook his head and attempted to kiss me.

I looked at the clock up on the wall, 12:29 AM.

I decided that we should start heading home and getting in the bed.

I grabbed his arm and yanked him outside and into his car, I knew that he couldn't drive so I decided to start driving. I turned on the car and followed the route of his GPS to find our way back home.

I pulled into the driveway and yanked him out of the car while helping him walk to the front door. I opened it and walked him upstairs before laying him on the bed and feeling him panting as if he'd walked from his friend's house all the way here.  

He smelt like beer, so I told him to get in the shower, which he did.

While he did, I changed and took out my phone while sitting on my bed.

I checked my Twitter.

@Slipknot: Coming to a town near you on our #PrepareForHellTour with @KORN. Get tickets now.

I wanted to scream, they were coming here but there's no way that I'll ever get tickets to see them, they obviously must cost a ton to get.

I heard Griffin get out of the shower, he was sober now.

He leaned back on his bed and I saw his messy hair lay on the white pillow.

"Bekah," He started before he started sobbing quietly.

I stood up and walked to his side of the bed where he laid, in nothing but his boxers. I touched his bare chest with my warm fingers.

"What's wrong Griffin?" I asked, a little worried about his answer. Was he getting sick again or was he just sad about something?

"Riley, she just called me and she dumped me... For Brandan." I could tell that he was hurt and that he was pissed as he said Brandan's name.

I leaned down on him as his stomach shooked with he cried.

"Sh, I'm sure that she's just drunk that she didn't know what she was saying, It's OK Griffin, I promise." I said, gripping his skin and holding him closer to me.

"She meant it, she was having sex with him. I could tell, that's all she ever wanted from me, was sex. She didn't want love, just sex. I can't believe that I wanted to be with her," He sounded angry but then he understood why I hated her so much.

Not just out of jealousy but the way she treated everyone. It was wrong.

He clenched me and brought me up to his face.

I loved the way he made me feel.

"Bekah, can I tell you something?" He asked, I knew that he wanted me to say yes but I was a little nervous that if I did, he would say something that he would regret.

"Anything," I gave in and let him tell me what he watned to tell me.

His teeth clenched together and I flet his chest become cold with nervousness.

"I... I love you."