Eternally to be Loved... *ON HOLD*

CHAPTER 23 :- But I Did It Any ways...

 ZAC’S POV

   I could feel the hurt she felt the moment I told her the reason for ‘the kiss’. I couldn’t do anything about it and the guilt hanged there for a while. Truthfully the reason I told her was not complete.
       There was more to be added but I didn’t wanna tell her. If I did then I would feel like I have betrayed someone.  I tried to talk to her but instead ended up asking her whether she wanted a drink.
       She simply nodded, refusing to look at me That’s when I realized the mistake of my life which I’m going to regret very soon.

    Her feelings made her drink more and soon she was drunk enough to go crazy. Very difficult to handle a drunk Kristen even if by chance you are a vampire. But what she did next was totally unbelievable.
         She went over to the DJ and began shouting. “Hey, Hey you. I‘m talking to all of you, not to the walls…You guys mad or what? You guys call this a party or what? You know what? This party sucks.” There were gasps as her voice echoed.
        I was going to go to her so I could help her control herself nevertheless she continued “I could litteraly fall asleep here. You know what? I’ll show you what’s a party.”
       She gives her phone to the DJ and instructs to play all the songs she has. Just as I reach the DJ, she slides down to the bar counter.

     Songs began to play and she began to dance seductively to the beat, diverting all the attention to herself. Men looked at her with lust, women looked at her with horror and children present had their eyes covered.
      She kept on dancing and I felt like she was going to end up falling but it seems she had a firm balance even though she was in high heels.
          In no time, she turned the whole place upside down, from a boring ball to an energetic mad house. I see Walt and Ash whistling and other men’s lusty looks daggering her long, sexy figure gave me the urge to growl, to remind these fools that she was mine and I wouldn’t like anyone staring at my date like that.

       The other women started to join her, to catch the attention of their respective dates by ripping their dresses up till their mid thighs in the most seductive manner.
       At some point, they did manage but still Kristen had most of their attention. The only one fuming was Ashley. It was her party and what she planned it to be had gone completely against to what was happening.

      The look on her face had just made my day as she stormed out angrily while Kristen spots Chris, walking towards him.
        Not to mention she is still on the bar counter. And she jumps on his back and messes his hair, giggling. Chris recognizes his attacker, puts her back on the counter and turns towards her with a smile with their faces inches apart.
      Not to mention the fact that he was standing between her legs which was spread wide, showing off her denim shorts. Slowly she was falling back. Chris caught her by the arm and I appeared by her side. “Kristen, you are drunk.” Chris pointed out and in response she began giggling again.
        He looked at me. “My fault.” I admitted. Suddenly she holds up her pointer and her thumb and places it front of her face, trying to make it look very cute. frankly she didn't have to put much effort. “Loser.” She says, trying to look through the curve she made by closing one eye and again began to fall behind.
         Both of us reached out our hand instinctively but she straightened herself. Silence as we both look at Kristen snatching someone else’s drink and downing it.

       “I’ll look out for her.” I say as she spots something of her interest thus leaving him behind with his confused date.  There was a rope, right in the middle of the hall. Put by who, no clue. She jumps on it and swings around, letting herself win the attention again.

     The clock struck twelve, the time party was supposed to end. I tried to take Kristen out but she clung to the nearest immovable chair.
       So I had to carry her bridal style but her hands and legs kept getting out of control as the Breezer bottle kept hitting my head. Thus I ended up carrying her over my shoulder which seemed to keep her calm except for the fact that she kept talking to the bottle as if it could understand a thing she was saying.
       As I reached the parking lot, I see one car which was left for us. The others had already left. I placed her in the car before getting in myself. The car started the journey back home and she slowly crawled into my lap, facing towards me.