CodeRed

Chapter 9

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!" The crowd shouted as I downed the vodka. It burned against my throat but I was way too drunk to worry about it. 

I gulp the last of the vodka and hold the bottle in the air as if it was a trophy and the crowd cheered. I stood on top of the table, drunk as fuck, and started dancing to a song I didn't recognise. Even in my drunk state, I could stand in my heels and dance like I wasn't. 

"TWERK!" Someone shouts from the crowd and I didn't have control over my actions anymore. I turn around and start twerking expertly. In my sober state, I would have thrown my heels at whoever shouted that but right now, I was enjoying this attention. I felt powerful and didn't want it to end. 

I turn back around the crowd had grown. There was a sea of people and most of them were recording me dancing on the table. I spot Vincent in the crowd and for some reason, I didn't move my eyes from him as I danced. He started walking closer and soon he was at the front watching me with such intensity that for a moment, it felt like we were the only people in the room.

"TAKE YOUR TOP OFF!" Someone from the crowd shouts out and I tear my eyes from Vincent and see it was Luke, a guy from my psychology class. I wink at him and my hands go to the hem of my shirt. I start pulling it up slowly when I feel a tap on my leg, it was Vincent. I give him a puzzled look and he motions me closer to him. I bend down so I could hear what he wanted to say and suddenly he pulls me off the table and over his shoulder. 

The crowd starts booing him and I start hitting his back, trying to hurt him but my hits were flimsy. 

"Let me go!" I shout but the music drowns out my words. I hit him one last time but they had no effect on him. This was no use. I feel him start going up the stairs and opens the door to a room. 

The room was dark, dimly lit by the moon that was shining through the window. Vincent puts me back on the ground and I have to hold on to him for a second as my head spins from the blood rush. When everything seems in place I smack his chest, hard. 

He winces and I smirk. Good, he deserves that. 

"I was having so much fun! Why did you bring me here?" I give him a glare and he sighs. 

"You would have regretted that in the morning." He was right. 

"That's none of your concern." My glare intensifies and I sit down on the bed. 

"That's where you are wrong Amara," He whispers and sits next to me on the bed. The atmosphere changes in the room and we could both feel the sexual tension rise. I blush slightly and thank the fact the lights were not lit for him to see. "You are so beautiful and right now you look so sexy I could rip your clothes open. You don't know what you are doing to me." He tucks a stand behind my ear and places his hand on my cheek. 

I lean into it slightly and he starts slowly leaning in. Maybe it was the alcohol but I start leaning in to. His eyes widen at surprise at the fact I was reciprocating and he leans in even closer. Our lips were just a few millimetres away and I lean in and close the gap. 

Butterflies and fireworks released in my stomach and I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him even closer. All my worries about if I would be a good kisser flew out the second he pulled me closer into his lap. I could taste mint mixed with alcohol as he slipped in his tongue and a small moan leaves from me and he smirks against the kiss. 

We were both hungry for each other and I pull back before things escalate. I look into his blue eyes and they pull me in like the sea. His black hair hung over his forehead and I push it back and he smiles. He doesn't say anything but crashes his lips on mine again.