Drugged Angel

Chapter 1

My head throbbed. The music was loud and I could feel the vibrations in my skull. I sensed the beginnings of a headache but ignored it as I tipped my glass back, enjoying the soothing burn of the alcohol.

I sigh and pushed my hair back, glancing around. The nagging thought that I should blow off some steam somewhat disgusted me. This was what I had fallen to, feeling so worthless that the only assurance was to bed a drunken stranger.

My eye caught a glimpse of something shimmering and I got up, weaving the crowds to the glittery object. Expecting a woman in a slim fit dress with too many sequins, yet what I saw instead was a boy, probably not old enough to be here; an array of piercings scattered his pale skin, the outside shell of his ear decorated with silver charms.

I sat opposite him and noticed the glass he was holding daintily, a martini glass with some of the red mixture left, swirling with the movement of his wrist. He glanced up, finally noticing my presence, and tilted his head in a coy manner. My heart suddenly started beating faster and I felt my cheeks flush but I blamed it on the alcohol.

His gorgeous blue eyes blinked slowly, as if contemplating the scenario in front of him. He had short black hair that reached his ears, one half dyed a gentle green that made his eyes seem all the more prominent. And his eyes, oh they were gorgeous.

A deep sea blue, tinges of green throughout. lighter flecks of blue scattered along his irises, as if someone had dropped glitter when he opened his eyes for the first time, adding an innocent sparkle.

A tilted smirk sat on his face as he sipped the rest of his drink, my attention fell to his lips as I noticed a thin coat of lipgloss. I felt his gaze and I look back at his eyes, offering him a soft smile.

"What's a cute boy like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

I said the words without thinking, my brain not focusing on anything; swirling in a frenzy of lights and images of the boy sat before me. His lips moved and I called my attention back from wherever it had wandered, turning it to the boy.

"-tle drunk there buddy, maybe you should get a ride home."

I shook my head dumbly. I wanted to know him and, fuck, I wanted to feel him, hear him. My thoughts continued further and further, my crotch twitching with arousal. His lips moved again, that coy smile replaced with an amused smirk.

He's laughing at you.

My thoughts screamed at me to sober up and present myself properly but I couldn't be bothered. I blinked and he was gone, I frowned but then realized he was helping me stand and I blushed from the gesture.

I stood up after a minor struggle and all I could focus on was him. I could hear his voice but not what he was saying, his hair smelled like vanilla; pulling me further into a trance. I raised my hand to pet his hair, he didn't object so I continued.

It's so soft.

I was so focused on his soft hair I didn't notice we stopped moving, the chilly Winter weather sleeping under my clothes. I staggered slightly then regained my balance and blinked, clearing up the blurry objects in my vision.

I should get glasses.

I smiled at the boy again, removing my hand from his hair. His lips moved and I was captivated by the movement. Watching and fantasizing where else those lips might be put to use if I took him home.

Shut up, pervert.

I blushed at my own thoughts. Blinking slowly as I was brought back to reality, I looked at the boy and he had that amused smirk back on his lips.

A car pulled up and he pushed me towards it. I frowned not wanting to leave him but complied anyway. I recalled mumbling an address that he repeated to the driver and then I was left in the car as it pulled away.

My eyes were heavy and as they closed I only thought about that adorable boy.