Untamed

Chapter 10

"What is that?" He growled.

"A dress, and boots," I said nonchalantly.

"Uh-uh, Dylan come in here," Philly hollered.

"Ok, Kathleen and I are going to leave while you all gasp at my room."

"Wait where are you going?" Philly asked chasing after us.

"To the party. I'll see you there later," I said trying to get rid of him.

"Wait, no we have to wait for Dylan. He'll make sure you don't go to the party looking like that," He pleaded. Poor boy, whatever he said really didn't help him.

"Fine we'll wait." I sprinted back to my room cause I had forgotten my jacket. I put on the leather jacket that actually matched the boots.

Dylan appeared all ready for the party. He had on dark pants along with a button down gray shirt. His pants were hanging a bit low. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What are you wearing?"

"Again, its called a dress." I giggled at the look on his face.

"You can't go to the party like that," He growled. Philly smirked from behind him. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"If you can go to the party with your pants that low then I can go in a dress."

He looked down at his pants. "They aren't that low."

"Exactly, and this is just a dress," I said patting his arm as I walked past pulling the still embarrassed Kathleen behind me. I stopped in front of Mitch's door and knocked before barging in.

"Hey you almost ready?" I asked Mitch who was just walking out of the bathroom with a toothbrush in his hand and white foam around his lips. "I always knew you were a rabid dog."

"Shut up," He mumbled as he walked back into the bathroom to finish brushing.

We finally got going. We all piled into Dylan's large car. Dylan and Mitch in the front with Philly, Kathleen, and I in the back. We had the radio blasting and we were all singing out in their terrible voices. I actually had a pretty good voice. During one of the songs they all stopped singing and just listened to me as I sang out.

Even turning down the street around the corner from the house you could hear the music. When we got out the bass was playing deep down in our bones making us shake a bit. It must sound terrible with the super hearing that werewolf's have, but none of my family said anything about it.

Kathleen started pulling me off to go inside, as the majority of my family stood in awe at the house that was covered in toilet paper, cups, and strobe lights. Dylan caught my arm pulling me back.

"Please, promise me you won't do anything stupid you will regret," He pleaded.

"I promise," I said and then vanished with Kathleen into the house. Inside there were bodies everywhere. The majority of them were dancing. Some were just talking, but all had drinks in their hands.

I always hated feeling out of control and powerless to alcohol, so I knew I would only have enough to make me feel warm inside, and to clear my head of its worries. I got a cup of who knows what, but it burned its way down my throat. After the first few sips my body started to tingle and heat up, indicating the drink was strong. Kathleen was already starting to dance in her spot with her nearly empty cup. The one thing I loved about alcohol is it gave the weak courage.

After our first cup we went out to the dance floor and started to dance. The song Dance Again came on and I couldn't help but start to lose myself to the song, swinging my hips just dancing. Kathleen was already on her second cup, and was dancing with some guy that I barely recognized from school. I was just focusing on the song. I was singing and dancing so much I completely lost myself to it.