Becoming Beautiful (Wattys2014)

| Chapter 2 |

Chapter 2

It was loud in the house. Very obnoxious was blasting loudly, causing an impending headache to settle into my brain. I repeatedly wiped my face in hopes of magically wiping away the headache. If only I were wearing boots, I could click the heels together and I’d be home. Wouldn’t that be amazing?

A guy began approaching me, or at least the area I was in. I didn’t think much of it- I am near the kitchen and he probably wants a drink. Leaning against the wall, I sighed. I can’t wait until the girls decide they want to leave. Knowing them, it’d be half past three in the morning. “Hey.”

I stood up a bit, furrowing my eyebrows at the guy who had been walking in my direction. “Hello?”

He smiled. “You sound surprised that I’m talking to you.”

I returned the smile before shifting on my feet. “What’s your name?”

“Spencer," he told me. “What’s yours?”

“Kennedy,” I responded and he frowned slightly.

“That’s a guy’s name," he informed me as if I hadn’t heard it a thousand times before.

I shrugged. “It’s actually a unisex name.”

He nodded. “So, Kennedy, why are you here?”

I pursed my lips. “Well, I’m actually a designated driver.”

He leaned forward slightly, making me press my head against the wall to avoid coming into contact with him. Talk about personal space intruders. “Why is a pretty girl like you a designated driver?”

I coughed awkwardly and pushed him away gently before moving myself away from the wall. “I don’t drink.”

His face fell and he licked his front teeth. “You don’t drink? As in ever?”

I shook my head. “In case you didn’t realize it, I’m underage.”

He snorted, motioning to the people surrounding us. “That’s not stopping all of these people!”

I suddenly knew what type of guy he was. He was the type of guy that once did things to fit in but then found out that he actually liked those things. Drinking being one of them, and partying just might be another. Who knows what he does in his free time? “So? I’m not like them.”

“Have just one beer," he spoke, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head, growing annoyed with him. “No.”

“Come on, it’ll do you some good,” he tried to persuade me but I continued shaking my head. Why can’t he take no for an answer?

“I doubt that,” I sneered and he grabbed my hand, wrapping it around the bottle of beer he was holding.

“Just take one sip," he told me and I tried to push it away but he closed my hand around it. “Come on, beautiful, it’s not that bad.” His hand was tightening around mine as it was pressed against the beer bottle. I noticed my fingers turning white beneath his fingers and his grip only seemed to be tightening.

"No," I told him again but he only tightened his grip. Panic began to set in. People around us were drunk. They wouldn't know what was going on. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, literally.

I stared at him for a minute. Bringing the bottle up to my lips, I swigged it. The taste was disgusting and I wanted to spit it back out- into the boy’s face, just to show him that he can’t control me. He nodded as if telling me to drink it. Swallowing the bitter liquid, I nearly gagged when I realized that the taste doesn’t get any better. It tasted odd. I've tasted beer before, but it usually doesn't taste like that. He motioned for me to sip the bottle again and I shook my head.