Still Alive

Chapter 1

    I walked in, the house was loud, full of people who were dancing, talking, and of course drinking. Which is why I brought along a little 12-pack of beer. I was trying to find my friend, whose party this was, but instead the very first person I saw when I walked in was this very tall guy, with curly hair and these amazing green eyes. I swear he smiled at me the minute I walked through the door, revealing his perfect smile and adorable dimples.

     I really didn’t think much of it though, just another cute guy at a party really. I don’t really believe in that whole love thing, either you don't have, you lose it, or it kills you. At least that's what I've been taught.

     My parents loved each other, or at least they said they did. My mom died in a car accident when I was about 11, along with my Twin brothers. After that everything kind of just went downhill, my dad started doing drugs and going out. I really didn’t care, well obviously I worried, but what was I supposed to do? I was only a child. Things happened, not really sure how it all went down, but the police showed up, and well I've been in Foster care since. I used to be moved around a lot, like all the other kids, but after a while, they decided it wasn’t good for me and I needed to be "Stable" because according to them, I was going crazy and depressed.

     I would honestly not consider myself mean, just sarcastic really. And while some would say all the things that have happened to me have "changed" me, I don’t really think of it that way. Now I simply choose to hang out with only those who truly cared for me, and I would most definantly not let anyone walk all over me, or anyone close to me. I stood up for myself; some people just couldn’t take the heat.  I find it very hard to open up to people or let them get close, simply because they would eventually leave me like all the others did.

          "Jennifer!" I heard a familiar voice yell behind me... It was my best friend, basically my only friend, Kenzie, now she knew just about everything there is to know about me, she probably knew me better than I knew myself.

           "Kenz, Happy Birthday! I said, handing her the beer, "You're 21 now"

           "Oh Gee, thanks, I really appreciate this" She replied sarcastically. I got her the beer as a joke, because I knew how much she hated it, but she still drank occasionally.

         She set the beer down on the counter and we headed to the dance floor, where I saw that curly haired kid again. I was having a good time, with dancing and drinking, who wouldn’t? Through-out my whole time dancing, me and that curly kid kept making eye-contact, it was weird, but kind of cute, I'm not going to lie.

          "Hey" I called Kenzie over to the couch where I was now sitting. I was getting a little drunk; maybe I should slow down on the beer, but what for? "Who's that?" I asked her, nodding my head towards curly over there.

       "With the green eyes?" She asked me, I nodded yes.

      "You know how my brother's been dating Gemma?" I nodded. "That's her brother, Harry."

        "And what's he doing at your party?" I asked, still not understanding.

        "We've been friends for years, and he loves to party, so I thought 'Why not?' " Kenzie replied with a little giggle, I could tell she was already drunk. I just rolled my eyes at her.

       I could feel Kenzie Just staring at me "What?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

     "You like him, don’t you?" She sang

      "Noooo, I just think he's cuuute" The words slurred out of my mouth. Kenz started telling me how he was this big star in a British boy band and how according to the public he was a "Player, womanizer, manwhore" The list went on and on. I asked her if it was true, she kind of said yes, but kind of no, but then again we were both drunk so. Anyways, I lost interest for some reason.

         "Come on," Kenzie said, pulling me somewhere, "Harry!" She yelled across the room.

        "Noo, what are you doing?!" I began to yell in a hushed whisper. Harry turned around flashed what was his "Famous cheeky smile." and now, I just despised him, knowing he was one of those guys to sleep around.

       I panicked and got out of Kenzie's grip, and snuck to the bathroom. I just sat there, stalled, checked the time and I saw it was about to be midnight. I didn’t really have a curfew, because my Foster parents trusted me, but still, I didn’t like to take advantage of them. I had been in the bathroom for about 20 minutes; it was time to come out. I'm sure they were over the situation by now.

       "Have fun in there?" I heard a very deep voice with a slow British accent say. It was Curly; he pulled me close, our bodies couldn’t touch anymore, his lips mere centimeters from mine, his perfect sea green eyes staring up at mine. 

       "By myself? Please" I replied, squeezing out of his arms, and turned around, I had to go home.

       It wasn’t long before he grabbed a hold of my arm, turned me around, and his lips crashed against mine. At first I didn’t really react, but then he grabbed my face pulling me closer, and that was when I knew he would not let go of the kiss unless I kissed back. Soon, my feet were off the floor, I wrapped my legs around his waist, I was thinking of how opposed I was to this, but then I thought, "I'm already here, doing this, and chances are, I probably wont ever see him again."

        Still locked in his kiss, he moved to what seemed to be a door, closed it with his bum, leaned me against the wall and we were no longer kissing. His eyes searched me, looking me up and down, his hand rubbing my thigh, his lips still inches from mine. "What are you teasing me now?" I told him, kind of ticked off.

       He chuckled, a sexy ass freaking chuckle, before his face was pushed against mine and our lips moving perfectly in sync.  He took me off the wall, threw my onto the bed, he was rough, it was kind of a turn on, but then again I was drunk.

        Curls got on top of me, he started going under my tank top as he softly pecked my neck, leavining a trail of wet kisses down my chest. He was so perfect, like I swear he did nothing wrong. I somehow managed to switch positions with him, “I may be drunk, but I am definantly not easy." I told him, teasing him, playing his curls.

      I got up, pulled my shirt back down, and headed towards the door. "Come on, that could be your excuse." He said, biting the bottom of his lip.

      "Maybe next time." I said with a smile before walking out the door, and getting in a cab to head to what I'd learned to call home...