It All Started With a Diary

retaliation|part 2

"How about you hush that pretty little mouth of yours before I call the spirits of the underground to do it for you?" Luke glared at Maggie, who was completely unfazed. "Or, I have something else that can shut you up, if you wanna go that route?"

"You know..." Maggie nodded slowly, her eyes trailing over him as a whole. "You're really fucking hot."

Luke smirked, a smile on his face. "I didn't need the confirmation, angel."

"Mhm," Maggie held out a finger, taking a small sip from the cup. Her lips rose into a tight smile, before throwing the rest of the alcohol in his face. "But, not hot enough to be an asshole."

I burst out into laughter without another thought. Luke's wet face leaked of complete rage, his eyes narrowing in on Maggie.

My laughter ceased as I noticed Kade staring at me. The busty redhead had her arm around his waist, but his attention was linked onto mine. I swallowed the thick lump at the sight; he hadn't moved her arm or even made a move. But, we weren't together, and we weren't friends or anything close to it. I shouldn't be so affected...but I was.

I placed the cup back down. "I-I need to use the restroom," I blinked rapidly as the words spilled out.

"Upstairs," the redhead told me, her attention leaving Kade for a slight second. 

I struggled to hold my frustrated scream back at the very sight of them. I didn't know what was worse, being in a room with him, again, or seeing him move on so easily. If there was anything to move on from in the first place.

I hurried up the stairs, despite my constant fear of the drunk strangers around me. I pushed past them all, thought they were all too engulfed in the other to notice me.

I struggled to find the bathroom in the huge house. Every room I opened was either full of people doing drugs, or very sexual activities. I contemplated on going downstairs and facing Kade head on just to stop from seeing someone else snort a line.

But, then that confidence was demolished at the thought of those brown eyes piercing my soul.

My hand went down on the door knob, once more. I pushed open, internally arguing if I should cover my eyes, or not.

I should have.

I stood in surprise as I saw Jax on top of what I'm sure was his 'friend.' Both men were both fully clothed, but their lips were far from apart. They paid me no mind, due to their intense moment.

My face flooded with color. "Sorry," I squeaked out.

I shut the door behind me, rather quickly. I shook my head in order to erase the memory, though it didn't work. But, good for Jax. At least one of us was having fun.

I turned around abruptly, but just as I did, I felt a liquid land across my open chest.

"Shit, I'm sorry," the voice was quite recognizable.

I looked up to see that it was the stranger from yesterday. His warm blue eyes blended with the shy smile he threw my way.

I willed myself to speak. "It's alright," I reassured.

I sighed as I realized my chest would probably be sticky for the rest of the night. I patted the spot his drink was spilled on, before he spoke again.