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Chapter 5

Liam's eyes scanned me up in down with his mouth agape. "... Wow" he paused, trying to create words, "You've never looked more beautiful." My mouth couldn't help but form a smile to his words. "Thank you baby." I stepped in front of him leaning my head back. Liam's head did the opposite leaning forward to plant a kiss between our lips.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked, anxious to get to the party and to have me alone. "Yeah, let me say bye to my mom. Bye mom!" I yelled peaking my head slightly into the house. "Bye honey! Please be safe!" she yelled back. That was the code of mothers, to always say "be safe" when they know those words have no effect on their children on doing whatever the fuck they want.

The drive was quite short, considering he lived near by in the wealthy community. As usual, there were barely any words spoken between Liam and I as we usually use silence to communicate with each other. "We're here," he said, as we pulled in.

The house seemed liked there was a college party going on. There were people sprayed out along the vast green lawn with red cups in there hands, and I'm guessing it wasn't wine. Many people were wearing casual clothing and seemed like they were having a good time. Some couples, from what I could see, were having immense pleasure with each other as they were making out on the sides of the house. What happened to a nice cast party?

The stone building was rather large with a big iron fence surrounding the property. The house displayed a modern feel as it had large windows, a glass front door, and a nice fountain in the middle of of the enormous lawn. Minuscule gardens surrounded the front of the mansion, adding to the sort of homey feeling, which was soon destroyed as many teen-like adults colored the lawn with trash and themselves.

"Babe I'm going to have to drop you off to go park. I'll be back soon, please be careful." The concern coming from his voice was immensely serious. He looked at me with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes. "Please be safe," he repeated once more, checking to see if I hadn't understood the first time. "Yes," I said, nodding my head. I placed my hand on top of his, instantly feeling the warmth radiating from it. Just having him in my presence made me feel a sense of protection and safety. He was my guardian.

I opened my car door, gently slamming it, and I couldn't help but stare as Liam put the car in reverse and drove away from me. A sudden emptiness came from inside me, like a hole was made in my heart as soon as he left my atmosphere. I needed to get inside and find Robbie. Turning my petite frame, I began to make my way inside. I caught many guys attention as I heard the familiar whistling and, "Hey baby, why don't you come over here?" line. Ignorance was key.

Many strobe lights of different colors were leaking from inside the house. I stepped inside, taking in the festivity. My eyes did a scan of the whole party. The flashing lights shined on the dance floor located in the middle of the first story, filling up the entire house. There was a second floor, but from the looks of it, nothing too interesting was going up there, yet.  There was a rather large bar with an assortment of booze including a variety of liquors and a whole keg of beer. My eyes scanned the crowd, not finding any match to anyone I possibly knew. In the far right corner I saw two middle-aged men. They were fairly uncomfortable, and as I could see, this wasn't their kind of environment. I'm guessing in front of a computer was their usual setting. But I definitely shouldn't be the one judging because being the outcast wasn't new for me. I was once those dweebs and I couldn't help but only feel pity for them.

I made my way to the bar, squeezing between the numerous grind-lines and the people situated against it, conversing with each other. I never had really tried liquor or any kind of alcohol before other than the one time trying champagne at Liam's house that special night. The DJ put on a well known song called Talk Dirty To me which as I could tell intensified the dancing of the people out on the dance floor. I grabbed one of the plentiful red SOLO cups stacked on top of each other, pouring myself some beer. My lips met the cup as I sipped the bitter liquid. It wasn't bad, but my taste buds weren't used to this kind of arousal before. Unexpectedly, someone inhaling the song came too close in contact with my newly poured booze and spilled it all over my dress.