Resisting Love (#1)

His Absence

He didn't show up the next day. Or the day after that. Or the week after that. Somehow, my mind had almost believed that maybe I never saw him in the first place. Maybe it was all part of my wild imagination. Maybe I was going crazy, which I didn't doubt for one second. 

        I've been feeling strangely miserable. Damian kept trying to tell me that maybe he came to school, he just didn't come into the cafeteria, but I knew that wasn't true. I could feel that he was gone. 

        Damian convinced me to go to a party tonight and I thought that that was a good idea. I needed to get drunk. I needed to forget him, I needed to get over him, and to do that, I would drink my heart out and maybe hook up with other guys just to forget him. So now, I was standing in my room, getting ready. 

       I wore a black strapless bodycon dress that went to my mid thigh. I did a smokey eye with the dark gray eyeshadow again, a winged eyeliner and red lipstick. It was basically my everyday look except I made the eyeshadow more prominent and the lipstick wasn't normal. It was usually lip gloss instead. My black wedge open toed heels would be easier to dance in than stilettos. I didn't usually dress up, but I looked good when I did. 

       There was a light knock on my bedroom door and when I opened it, Damian was standing on the other side. He was wearing a dark gray button up, the sleeves rolled up past his elbow, a pair of jeans, and his gray sneakers. I had a feeling that gray was his favorite color.     

       His eyes looked me up and down, lingering on my exposed long legs a little longer than necessary before coming back up to meet my eyes. A wide smile spread across his face and his slightly longer canines shown through. I smiled back, feeling better than I had recently, but not quite all the way there. 

        "You look absolutely beautiful princesa," he complimented. I dipped my head in acknowledgement and stepped out behind him. We walked out to the car and turned the music up on the way there. Damian knew the directions there, and I didn't really pay attention. 

        Before we got out of the car when we arrived, Damian placed his hand on mine, stopping me so that I looked at him. 

       "If you need anything or something happens and you wanna leave, call me right away princesa," he instructed. I nodded and he seemed satisfied with my answer. We got out and walked inside the large house together. 

       I wasn't even a werewolf, but the smell of alcohol, sweat, and puke burned my nose as soon as I stepped inside, so I could only imagine Damian's heightened senses. This had to have been killing him. I looked over and he made a slight disgusted expression before quickly masking it. 

       I headed straight to the table with all the drinks on it. I grabbed a cup of beer and hoped that no one spiked my drink with anything. I took a small sip and it tasted normal, so I continued to guzzle it down. After the third cup, I started to feel the effects of the alcohol. My mind was fuzzy and everything was a blur. 

        I loved it because now I wasn't thinking of him. In fact, he left my mind the moment I took a sip. I was glad to be rid of him and enjoy myself at that party. I remember dancing and grinding on random guys, and several asked me to dance with them, which I complied. 

        At some point, a really hot guy came up and asked me to dance. He seemed well muscled, his hair was blonde, his eyes a sky blue color, and his lips were pulled up into a smile. By now, I've had at least five drinks, and I was almost wasted. I nodded my head yes and we danced exotically. I felt his hard length on my lower back and I grinded into him, not thinking. 

        He leaned down to whisper into my ear, the smell of alcohol on his breath was noticeable but I didn't mind. When that song was over, the guy pulled me over into a corner and pressed his lips to mine. It didn't feel right but I didn't try to stop it. I needed this. This was what I needed. To get over him and that's exactly what I was doing.