It All Started With a Diary

maybe|part 2

I swallowed them down with urgency and left the scene, retreating back into the busy party. It seemed that the more people left, even more followed.

Walking through the crowd, I willed myself to blur everything else out. I didn't apologize as I shoved through the bodies any longer, but instead continued walking.

Just get to the car, I told myself.

At the grip of my wrist, I jerked around at the small shot of pain throughout my arm. I felt like screaming at the sight of Angelos' baby blues.

With a hand sweep through his hair, he nodded me over. "Hey, where'd you go?" he asked, still holding up his positive attitude.

I shrugged, suddenly feeling naked in my outfit as he stared at me. "I told you I needed air."

"Well, I hope you had enough of it to talk to me now," he chuckled, pulling an eyebrow.

I wanted to roll my eyes at his flirtatious moves. He was cute yes, but I just wanted to be alone for right now. Was that too much to ask?

Finally, I sighed. "Look, I really don't feel good. I'm going to just head home—"

He cut me short with, "I can take you home, if you'd like."

I shook my head abruptly; there was no way in hell I was going home with a stranger. "That's nice of you, but no thanks. I can get myself there."

His dimple came into play as he flashed a quick smile. "Oh, c'mon. I saw you come in with your friends, and it seems like they're too drunk to be on the road. I've only had a couple of drinks, so don't you think you might as well come with me?" His words were urged, as if he were running out of time.

My skepticism grew at him. I continued to shake my head. "I'll be fine on my own, Angelo."

As I tried to pass him, I felt his hand wrap around my elbow. His grip was dangerously tight.

I turned back around to him with a sharp glare. "Angelo—"

His lips were in a frown now; I didn't even think it was possible of him. "Look, I like you a lot, okay? I feel bad for embarrassing you and I'm just trying to get on your good side," he explained, though his eyes seemed to be seeking an entirely different thing.

I shook my head roughly, attempting to yank my elbow back. "Angelo, I understand, but I just want to go home, so if you could just let me go—"

His grip tightened, his eyes darting from me and to a direction behind my head. "Then, let me take you home," he pleaded. "You'll be safe with me, Kimberly, okay? I swear."

His fingers dug into my skin as I continued to shake my head. I yanked my arm harder this time, his grip clenching down tightly at my skin.

His expression darkened as he shook his head. "I won't take no for an answer," he said, his tone rougher than before.

"You will today."

I turned to see Kade right behind me. His eyes were hard, and full with anger directed at Angelo.

His hungry gaze left mine, and instead became entrapped by Kade's. Angelo chuckled, the sound one of the devils.