Ice Picked Hearts

Chapter-22

We arrived at the party late. There were so many drunk teenagers scattered around.

"Are you coming in or you want me to carry you?" He unlocked his car and got out while I did the same. I started to feel uncomfortable in the dress when eyes begin to stick to my body. I kept pulling the dress for it to reach my knee but when I stand straight it jumps back to its normal length.

"Jake, I don't feel comfortable around here".

"Don't worry baby girl, I'm here with you". With that, he pulled me by the arm and dragged me into the room filled with sweaty teens bumping into each other. The loud thumping music that made my heart leap. Some people screamed the chorus along and pressed themselves together due to the small space.

He pulled me to a red chair in the corner of the room. "Sit here. What do you want?!" He yelled but I barely heard him.

"Just coke and ice cubes". I yelled back.

"You ever tried whiskey? No right? I'll add just a little for you".

"No... no...no I'm underage". He disappeared into the crowd and I'm so sure he didn't hear a thing I said. I'm not even eighteen yet, but I'll be in a few weeks.

The thumping music shook the whole room, causing vibrations on every surface. Party isn't really my thing and I don't seem to understand the aim in partying. I guess all they do is dance, drink, meet new people, but I don't do any of that. I hope I'm not wasting my time.

I was almost lost in my thoughts when a tall blonde slumped into the chair beside me. I immediately looked at his side while studying what he looks like. Sadly, I couldn't see him well, he sat on the darker side of the room.

"Hey". His husky voice said. He smell of alcohol and deep sweat mixed with strong cologne.

"Hi". I replied, hoping Jake will appear just now. I placed my leg on top the other covering the little space in-between my leg that could have been left open for God knows how long. "I'm West". He said while siting on the arm of my chair. "I saw you from afar and damn can't stand not talking to you or having you to my side". I remained quiet. I'm never going to be ready for this.

"You should have a beautiful name, what is it?"

"Juliet". I answered.

"Oh Juliet. In my dictionary Juliet means beautiful in my dictionary". He then extended his hand for mine. In my head I kept laughing about how whack is pickup lines are. "Do you care for a dance?" He yelled through the thumping music.

"No, thank you. I don't dance".  He adjusted himself on the arm of the chair. "Sorry sweetie, I don't take no for an answer".

Rude. My brows squeeze together and I started to feel very uncomfortable, worse than I felt when we just arrived. "I demand some privacy". A smirk appeared on his lips causing the anger in me to grow bigger.

"You're not that hot, I just wanted a piece of you and fuck that. I made a stupid mistake of coming to you in the first place. You're not worth my time". He sounded like a cold motherfucker. I stare up at him thinking of a better reply.

"A saying says when you make unnecessary conversations with a fool they bring you down to their level and beat you with experience of their stupidity. So I'd rather keep quiet and drink water than giving you the reply you deserve coz it'll be illegal to do that".

"What's going on here?" Finally he's here. He stared down at the blonde while trying to match the pieces in the picture together.

"It's okay, I settled it". The blonde chose the right decision by walking away quietly. I faced Jake, if he hadn't left me here, I wouldn't have met that dude.

"I can see eyes are already on you". He handed me a red party cup. I sniffed it and a strong smell of alcohol hit my nostrils. I groaned under the sharp smell. "Haq! Jake I can't take this".

"Why? You've never tried alcohol?"

"I've never".

"Okay. There's always a first time".

"I'm underage, I'm seventeen". I hurriedly told him.

"So?"

"Please, I want something else. I don't want to get drunk". I begged.

"It's just little, and I promise I won't let you get drunk". After hesitating for a while, I downed the drink, which burned my throat a little. A small cough released from my throat causing me to gasp a little. I blinked my eyes a few times.

"It's not so bad! Can I get more?!" I yelled.

"Sure, but you need to take it slowly okay".

"Moreeeee please!". I downed a few more cups and my body burned from the inside.

The Dj played mixtape of several songs. The atmosphere started getting even more interesting when he played Own it by Ed Sheeran and Burna boy.

"Do you dance?!" He yelled through the music.

"I'm a bad dancer!" I yelled back but he pulled me to the  dance floor before I could even complete my sentence.

I downed the remaining drink in my cup which burned my throat down to my belly before moving my body in best way or do I say weirdest way I could?

I screamed the chorus with the others and we jumped in to the rhythm of the songs played. My environment immediately became foreign to me. Arms wrapped around my waist from behind and for no reason did I feel comfortable or a spark under the touch. I rested into the arms and moved my waist slightly.

The party ended to early and Jake dropped me off at my house. I couldn't resist thanking him and telling him the party was bomb. I loved it.

I had a bath washing off so much sweat and smell of alcohol. Truth be very heard it was a great night for me.

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