Torn in between

Chapter 5

"Come on Rosé! Have some fun!" Melanie nudged me towards the crowd of dancing students. But I step back defiant.

This is definitely out of my comfort zone. Never have I ever, went to a real party. A party where you don't know anyone else, well maybe a couple, with only your friends to accompany you.

I'm usually used to having to eat at a dinner table, casually with my family and friends. Talking whatever that goes up to mind and being scolded by your aunt that I have gained weight and should start dieting.

I chuckle to myself as I shook my head. Things have definitely changed and I've only been in this state little than 2 weeks.

"Hey are you coming?!" Melanie steps in front of me when she was finally fed of my persistent manner.

I shook my head again letting her no that I actually wasn't interested in the dancing, especially when if it's close to everyone, pretty much grinding against each other.

"I'm going to the kitchen, but you can't leave me. I'll be alone." I frowned when I see her inching towards the dance floor.

"Rosé there's nothing wrong with having fun and dancing on the dance floor. It will only be us." She smiles and shrugs.

I step back again, holding my purse tightly. My nervousness starts to kick in again, when I start to realize that she was going leave me alone.

Melanie exhaustedly slumps not happy about my choice, "Really?"

I give her empathetic look and lower my head down.

"Well... I know I can't leave you alone. That's always a mistake, especially when you haven't gone into these types of things, plus for a new girl like you... hold on. Just go to the kitchen, I'll get Nathan." Melanie waves and starts her way opposite to the crowd and go to what looks like a living room.

I sigh, a little relieved since I won't have to be alone. Although I wanted to hang out with Melanie, Nathan was the best person I could hang with right now.

I make my way towards the group of students who were talking and drinking. I settle myself on the bar stool and look around the crowd.

Many people were in the dance floor pleasing themselves with whatever intentions they have while some other people were in groups flirting or talking with each other.

Finally I get bored of looking once I notice I might look like a creep.

I turn away from the crowds and face the rest of the kitchen. The house is really huge. It has enough space for many people to come over. There are a lot of spots for everyone to stand around or just hang out.

"Hey! Are you gonna drink?" Someone sits beside me and it was Nathan.

"Oh thank god you're here. I was getting a little bored." I smile as I turn myself to the crowd again.
He chuckles as he takes a sip of a bottle of beer he was holding.

"Melanie told me to babysit you." He gave me a side glance and smirked.

I swallowed and averted my eyes away from him. Suddenly becoming a little embarrassed to be present in front of him.

"I'm not a baby. I just needed to be with a friend..." I glance at him before I look away again quickly, "I didn't want to be alone."

He laughs, making me look at him. Which I wish I hadn't done. He was absolutely cute but hot at the same time. And I don't know how anyone can pull both looks, but apparently he has got it on point. His long sleeved collared navy blue top had the first few buttons unbuttoned giving his top a deep v. His hair tosses back when he jerks his body back towards the counter. His finger slightly hovering over his lips when he opens his mouth to let out a laugh. The shadow of his dimples get more apparent from the dim and colorful lights coming from the dance floor that has been set up. In summary, he looked like a handsome, but also charming human being.

I grin from his reaction and lean my arms on the counter as I admire him. Absolutely stunning...

"Rosé? Are you okay?" He places his hand on my wrist that was leaning on the counter and frowned, "your eyes look droopy."

I snap out at my gaze and take my arm back from his light hold, "Yeah sorry, there was a piece of lint on your hair." I say panicked and reached out to take the non existent lint from his hair and flick it off my fingers before he can be able to make anything out.

"You can see small lint in dim light?" He raises an eyebrow knowing that there wasn't lint but instead it was me staring at him like a complete idiot.

"Well, it was shining... so, you know... I got to see it under the dancing lights." I make up another excuse until I realize how stupid it sounded making me wimp out of awkwardness. Lint is apparently shiny now. I slap my forehead in my thoughts due to my dumbness.

He stilled, his brows raised higher than before, still not believing me.

Quickly, I think of avoiding the awkward situation of us staring at each other and avert my eyes on his drink and was about to take it from him, until he moved his hand that had the bottle away, "Do you drink... or is this going to be your first time?"

I furrow my eyebrows when he thinks it was my first time. And he was right. It was my first time. But I didn't want to give in so I smirked, my confidence rise when I thought of a good idea to distract him from making me take the drink from him.

Slowly, I inch closer to him, my body following my face and look down at his lips then back at his eyes. My smirk still apparent, trying my best to seduce him. His smirk returns as he looks down at my lips and my eyes like I had done. Before our lips can even touch, I dodged his face and grasp on the bottle. I sit back on the stool and spin myself around away from him and put the bottle against my lips and begin to chug slowly, afraid of how it might taste like but the eager to prove myself that I can drink starts to kick in and I soon chug the rest of the beer and glance at him to see his reaction when I put the bottle down on the counter.

"Wow. Not are you only seductive, but you can also drink." He looks at me cocky.

I grin and flip my hair at him, "I told you I can drink." I slur.

"Yeah. Definitely not your first time." He chuckles as he picks up the bottle to confirm if I had finished half the bottle.

"Hmm." I shake my head, my eyes feel heavy when I stare at him after a little while.

"You are a very, very light drinker." He shakes his head as he looks down to observe my dozy face.