Doorways ×

Chapter One -

I found myself alone at a frat party, for my few friends went to dance with a couple of boys they found attractive. I cringed everytime a pair of wandering eyes of a boy would pass over my assets and smirk, it made me feel quite violated at the least. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen, a few bodies brushed against mine as they made there way in or out, some hands seeming to grab onto my lower back, if you get what I mean. I'd simply glare and bat their hand away. I gripped the doorways frame tightly, as I saw a pair of eyes lingering a little longer than mosts. My foot was tapping to the beat of the pulsing catchy music. I made eye contact with the boy who stood a bit away, by the pool table, with several frat boys, holding a red cup. He was charming to say the least, but wasn't the type of guy that I would usually go for. He had deep blue eyes and medium brown hair that was styled in a messy like quiff. He wore a black Ramones t-shirt and dark skinny jeans that looked baggy the way he wore them, sagging I suppose, and he paired that with black converse. I could spot a half sleeve on his right bicep. After checking him out, nonchalantly of course, I quickly looked away to the crowd of people, desperately searching for my friends.

" Dance with me. " I heard a deep voice say. I was startled as I heard it very close to my ear, and a hard chest on my shoulder. I tensed up, not looking over.

" I'd rather not, thank you. " I looked at the ground, recognizing the black converse and dark jeans. I knew who it was, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of my attention.

" Why not? " He seemed shocked at my rejection. I would be too if I was that gorgeous and got turned down.

" I- uh. I don't dance. "

" Thats a lie, everyone can dance. "

He tugged me behind him towards the dance floor.

I struggled in his grip, his breathing in my ear, his breath smelt of achohol. I frowned at the thought of intoxication. Music vibrated the floor, thumping through me. He pulled my back to his chest, forcing my lower back into his crotch area. I blushed and tried to create distance, failing miserably.

" Whats your name? " I asked, his hands helping me move my hips.

" Lucas Allen. " He hotly whispered in my ear.

I stayed silent. Just grinding against him. Not knowing where to put my hands, I just rested them on top of his.

" You know.. That was a signal for you to say your name. " He chuckled.

" Amber. " I quietly said, feeling uncomfortable as he spun me around so our chests were pressed against eachother. He moved my arms up around his neck, but I slipped them down to his chest.

We continued to dance for about four more songs, just in silence. It was comfortable for him, but I was still feeling awkward. My phone vibrated in the back pocket of my jeans, I grabbed it and read the text from my friend Taylor.

Leaving in five, meet us @ kitchen.

I smiled, relieved at the fact I could leave Lucas. He was talking to his friend who was getting grinded on by some girl who reminded me of the younger Ariana Grande. I pushed off of him. Quickly walking away, not looking back as I felt an arm wrap around my waist.

" Where are you going? " He asked, seeming irritated.

" I have to go. " I stiffly answered, successfully pulling myself out of his arms.

" I dont get your number or anything? " He yelled as I walked away.

" Maybe next time! " I spun around, winking and making my way to the kitchen to meet with my friends.