The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

The horrid bluish drink burns as it goes down my throat, again, I hate the feel of the burning sensation and I hate the taste of this drink as well but I force myself to down the whole thing in one gulp, ignoring the burn.

My eyes glance around, taking in the scene around me and I soon find myself wincing at everything, from the loud music blasting everywhere to the sweaty bodies that rub against me as they pass by or them dancing together.

"Sophia, come dance with us." My bestfriend, Lily, tugs on my arm and pulls me towards the dance floor, not waiting for my answer and ignoring my pleas of no's.

"Please no." I mutter one last time before we're all engulfed in a mass of sweaty bodies.

I don't know how to dance. I haven't danced a day in my life and neither have I drank before or go to clubs since Lily and her boyfriend, Jake, dragged me here.

Much to my dismay.

I stay rooted in spot, unmoving, only being pushed and shoved by the drunks and party goers dancing around me.

I watch in silence as my best friend and her lover move to the upbeat song and I frown, maybe I should copy their moves, well I can try to copy their moves?

Someones rough yet warm hands grip onto my bare sides and I gasp in shock, ready to turn around and scold this vile perverted man when Lily smirks at my direction and gives me the thumbs up approval.

I force a smile, maybe this is okay and normal, I tell myself as I start moving along with the man, following his and Lily's movements but soon I freeze in embarrassment when he leans down and speaks.

"You dance like a dying whale," He chuckles, his breath hits against my ear and I shiver. "And dressed like this? How much for the night?" He says and I gasp.

My face flushes and I quickly turn around in his hold, my hand collides with his face before I can even process my actions but I couldn't care less because he just indirectly called me a prostitute! What a fucking asshole!

I shrug out of his arms and make my way back to our booth, trying my hardest to forget his mean words.

The need to cry over something so stupid is tenfold and annoying to me. I won't allow myself to cry over that stupid, stupid mans words. I won't allow it to effect me.

Hopefully I never see him ever aga-

Someone grabs my arm and I yelp. They drag me over to the very dimly lit and quiet corner of the club while I internally start to panic and freak out about it.

My back is roughly shoved against the wall and before I even get a word out, soft warm lips smash against mine and even though my mind screams at me to push this guy away, I kiss him back with just as much intensity as him.

His lips move in sync with mine and his hands grip tightly onto my waist, sending warmth throughout me.

My fingers run through his hair, lightly tugging onto a few strands as he continues to kiss me harder and presses his body into mine, pressing me more into the wall and trapping me in between two hard surfaces. Him and the wall. His mouth feels amazing against mine and I indulge in it.

Until realization hits in.

This guy insulted me minutes ago and now here I am, kissing him back like some. . . slut, just like he insinuated.

I move my hands away from his soft locks and I place it against his chest. I push him away, ignoring how good his hard chest feels underneath my hands, he stumbles back in shock, he wasn't expecting me to shove him away.

Again, before thinking, I slap him once more and run away.

I go straight back to the booth, where I start my search for Lily or Jake. I want to go home. I can't stand being here anymore, I'm not comfortable at all. Jake drove us here.

Oh god!

I can't leave alone either.

This is so not like me. I knew it. I knew coming here would be a bad idea and look at this mess I've put myself in. It's almost like I'm somebody else.

Drinking. Dancing. Insults. Slapping strangers and then kissing that same stranger before slapping him again.

My god-

I never ever want to come here again. It changes people. This place and the people that occupy it are definitely not my people or place. I hate it.

"Sophia!"

I quickly turn around, facing the person who called my name and I find myself sighing in relief at the sight of my two friends. I silently send a thank you to the gods above for ending my search early. I'm already so tired.

"Hey guys," I smile at the couple. "Are you guys ready to leave? I'm really tired." I ask, hoping they say yes.

"Yes but first I would like you to meet someone!" Lily beams, smiling brightly at me. She's drunk, I can already tell. "Remember my brother and his bestfriend?"

I nod my head yes, slightly confused.

I remember her telling me about her brother arriving from London this weekend, along with his bestfriend. I also remember her asking me to house his friend because her house didn't have any spare rooms to keep him.

I was hesitant at first but after much convincing from Lily and her family, I had agreed.

"Sophia, meet my brothers bestfriend and your new roommate King and King, meet Sophia the most kindest person on earth." She smiles, gesturing to each of us.

I roll my eyes at her words but still smiling, I shake my head and nudge her with my hip and she narrows her eyes at me as I stick my tongue out at her before flickering my gaze to the man in front of me and I gasp.

Dark green, emerald eyes stare down at me in wonder and amusement as they slowly take me in.

His black shirt clings to his body, showing off his muscles. It's not too much and not too little, kind of perfect. He has tattoos, I can see it run up and down his arms and around his neck. I bet his fully tattooed.

I don't dare look down because honestly I'm much of a prude with those things, kind of anyway.

His pink lips pull upwards into a teasing smirk and I swear I feel myself go weak in the knees at the sight. What is wrong with you, Sophia, snap out of it! I scold myself for the hundredth time now and force myself to look away from the handsome man in front of me.

Is it legal to look that good?

It must be illegal. I mean, nobody looks that good after clubbing. I'm sure of it, I've seen Lily and Jake a few times after clubbing and never do they look like the beautiful people that they normally are, like right now.

They are sweaty and abit untidy.

I look back at King and greedily take him in once more, just like his doing with me, and then I ask-

"You?"