Arctic [ l.h ]

2; here we go again

*Arctics POV*

My head is pounding from the music. I can't even hear myself think. Even though I'm here almost every weekend, I somehow never get used to the noise. I grab another drink and head down an empty hall so I can get away from the crowds for a moment. I stand against the wall sipping whatever's in this cup and thinking. Then a tall guy with dark brown hair wanders over towards me.

"Hello, what's a beautiful girl like you doing over here all alone?"

I open my mouth to respond but I get cut off.

"Trying to stay away from creeps like you."

I whip around to see a tall blonde haired blue eyed boy standing behind me. He glares at the other guy until the brown haired boy mutters something under his breath and stalks away.

"Do you mind?" I narrow my eyes at him. Who does this guy think he is?

"I think you meant your welcome. Did you really wanna go home with that guy? Because we both know that's where it would have ended."

"I've learned not to be picky." I shrug my shoulders and pour the rest of my drink down my throat, feeling the burn as it goes down.

"Oh, your one of those girls" he says rolling his eyes.

"Excuse me?" I step away from the wall and approach him.

"You're one of the girls that's here every weekend and goes home with tons of guys." He says basically trying to say slut without actually saying it.

"You don't know anything about me. I didn't ask for your help and it wasn't needed so why don't you just fuck off."

"Ooh so your feisty too huh? You fit the stereotype definition perfectly."

Enraged, I step forward and put my hand up to slap him but before my hand touches his skin he grabs me and pulls his lips onto mine.

in between kisses he mumbles
"Wanna go back to my place?"

• • •

The whole ride there he could barely keep his hands off me. When we walked through his front door, I realized I never caught his name.

"I'm Arctic, by the way."

He smiled "I'm Luke, and I'll be right back." And he disappears into the bathroom.

Perfect timing. I tiptoe into the kitchen and grab a bottle of vodka from the cabinet. I grab two glasses and a pill bottle from my back pocket. I pour the alcohol and I'm about to drop in the pill when I hear footsteps behind me.

"And just what might you be doing?"

Fuck.

I turn around slowly putting my arms behind my back.

"Hey! Just pouring some drinks to set the mood." I move to place my arms around his neck but he's too smart for me. He reaches behind me and snatches the pill bottle before I can even reach him.

"You were gonna drug me! What the hell!"

I sigh "Luke no look I can explain."

"Oh yeah? I'd like to see you try."

I sigh "you know I don't normally tell guys my life story an hour after meeting them."

He chuckles.

"Well Arctic I can already tell we're gonna be anything but normal."