𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟|| 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

꧁ 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏12꧂

"melody i think you should calm down with the drink." he says.

"it's ok, thank you for worrying though, first one today." i say.

i quickly pour more and sit down with him.

"ugh i'm so pissed." i say already drunk after 4 cups of this mystery liquid.

"why's that." he asks.

"y'know this guys jeremiah so like i've lived by him my whole life and we come to a our summer house here every summer anyways besides the point like he's been a big dick like huge dick and it's fucking annoying he's like my brother but i love him and i told him but he left me on read." i say.

"just forget about him." he says.

"but i live literally with him." i say.

"still, fuck him." he says.

"i can't do that." i say.

"you literally said your pissed." he says.

"i did." i say.

"your confusing." he says.

"no i'm not, well maybe, i don't know." i say.

"i'll fix that." he says leaning in for a kiss.

i stop him by putting my finger in between our lips.

"s-sorry, i can't." i say.

"you let me give you my number and literally liked me it's obvious just fuck that jeremiah guy he sounds like a big pussy." thomas says.

"don't call him that." i say.

"you called him a dick." he says.

"yeah but he's not a pussy he's not scared of shit he's strongest guy i know." i say.

"holy fu- come here." thomas says dragging me by my arm up stairs.

"please let go of me." i say struggling.

"no." he says pulling me into a room with 3 other guys.

he locked the door and threw me on the ground.

"got someone." thomas says to the 3 guys.

"damn she's fine, she's a 11 at best." one of the guys says.

"let's test her shit out." another guy says.

"w-whats going on please let me go back down stairs." i shout.

"shut the fuck up before i hurt you." one of the guys says.

"go on the bed." thomas says.

"why-" i say.

"don't fucking test me, go.on.the.bed." thomas says.

i stand up and walk until i feel a vibration of the phone, it's conrad calling.

he probably has rileigh.

i answered, i knew i was gonna get in shit but he could save me.

"conrad please help, i'm upstairs surrounded by guys plea-" i say while thomas takes my phone and throws is out the window.

"that's was a bad idea." he says getting a grip of my hair and pulling me off the bed.

he picks me up by the hair and throws me in the closet.

he comes in to and begins to kiss me.

"s-s-stop k-kissing me." i say but he keeps doing it.

he grips onto my waist really hard that i can feel the marks he made.