promise | j.g

19.0 || you're all that matters to me

a lot of you guys wanted to see Elena's outfit so here it is :)

//Elena//

An hour of just sitting down doing nothing, and I was just about ready to bolt from this party except Ally is my ride so I can't exactly leave. I've caught a few glimpses of Jack here and there but he hasn't bothered to even acknowledge me.

I don't blame him for avoiding me but I can't just forgive him. I hate how frustrated he makes me, I can't even enjoy this party.

Not to mention, Nate didn't help the frustration either as I tried putting aside the thoughts about David. As always I began to over react. What if he was some kind of serial killer? What if h-

"Elena whaat are youu doing here," Sammy said slightly slurring his words.

It was crystal clear that Sammy had more drinks than he probably should have and not only did his breath reek of vodka, but hell, he could barely stand straight.

"Well I've heard stories about how your parties are always interesting so why not see for myself."

I'm not really known as the party type. I'm more of a staying-at-home-reading-books type of girl. I'm not your typical goody goody but I'm not a total badass either.

He nodded his head in approval, "You look reaaaaaal puuurty tonight," He said in a fake southern accent, "Why don't we take this somewhereee else," He added a sloppy wink at the end.

Now, any girl would kill to be in my situation right now. Just at the sight of him, girls swoon at his feet. The thing is, Sammy had never made an attempt to talk to me, let alone flirt.

I do appreciate the fact that Nate isn't like Sammy, in fact I don't even know how they are friends because they are polar opposites.

Nate doesn't sleep around nor does he do one-night stands. I don't think he's had a girlfriend since middle school. Sammy on the other hand was a complete player. He had no intentions of relationships of any kind, instead he just used the girl for his own pleasures.

"Sammy your drunk, I think you should get some rest," I said while leading him upstairs.

He obviously got the wrong message because I felt his hands travel towards my lower waist. I immediately stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning around to remove his hands.

"Cm'onnnn! You know you want me," he pouted while grabbing my wrists, preventing me from moving.

Sammy pushed me against the nearest wall, rather forcefully and began to kiss my neck. I immediately pushed his chest away and stood there in shock.

Looking now rather sober, his eyes darkened as he walked back towards me with nothing but a dark look in his eyes. I looked around quickly, hoping a familiar face would pop out and save me from this scenario.

Unfortunately, my surroundings were normal to every one. It was nothing new at a party, couples making out in every corner, which made us blend in completely.

"Don't fight it," Sammy said sternly as he once again attacked my neck.

I could already feel the tears falling down my cheeks. As much as I struggled to get out of his grasp, I couldn't. The more I tried to wriggle free, the tighter he held onto my wrists.

"S-Sammy please don't do this," I said in a pleading tone, hoping he'd stop.

He only pushed his body closer to mine as his wet lips trailed up and down my neck. His hands began to roam my body, squeezing my thighs, dragging along towards my butt.