Bedding bad √

Meghan-23

The party was already in full swing when we got there, the entire school had turned up for this shit. Tyler looked sated in the sofa crowded by at least six chics. He winked at me as I clung to Travis who was taking his first shot straight out of a nameless bottle, I made a mental note not to take even a sip from it.

I quickly scanned the room for Queenie and found her leaned against the wall, typing into her phone. It was becoming obsessive, usually she’d be the life of the party, dancing her life away. I carefully slipped away from Travis who was busy with his friends and walked to her. I leaned next to her but she didn’t notice me.

‘What are you doing?’ I struggled to be heard above the music. Her perfectly made up face looked up at me and she tried to smile.

‘Scrolling through insta’. I let a few beats pass.

‘Let’s dance’. I said and she shook her head.
‘I don’t wanna’.
‘Come on, don’t you wanna show ‘em who owns the party? Dance with me’.

Gently, I dragged her to the corner where the music was loudest and began dancing but she stood still so I grabbed her waist and pulled her to me. She smiled and began rocking her body against mine. Soon she got lost in the music, grinding up against me, twerking and laughing.

We danced for over two hours, taking breaks to get refills for her, I stuck with coke because I knew one of us had to stay sober. I felt hands against my hips and turned to deliver a punch but realized it was Travis, a very drunk Travis.

‘You girls look hot from across the room. What are you bi-curious now?’ His words faulted a little but he didn’t slur, never does.
‘I’m wild’. I whispered into his ear as his hand dipped lower down on my back, resting on my ass.

‘I would know. Let’s go upstairs’.

Maybe if I had had a few shots his words would have had an effect on me but now all I wanted to do was push him away and tell him I’d rather dance with Queenie.

He didn’t give me time to do it though, he raised me up and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He didn’t hesitate to trail kisses down my neck as we fought through partiers to get to his room.

Once in his room, he pushed me against the door and slammed his lips on mine, his tongue sliding into my gasping mouth. I tried to return the kiss with as much fervor but the stench of alcohol on his breath and the taste of whatever else he had been drinking irritated me. His hands caressed my naked thighs and pulled me closer to himself, making me painfully aware of the overgrown need in his pants.

‘Travis’. I croaked out detaching our lips but he attached his to my collar and sucked, trying to leave his mark. I let my legs fall from around him onto the fall. He finally pulled away and looked at me, slowly licking his plump lips.

‘What’s wrong?’ His eyes were dilated both from his arousal and the alcohol.
‘Are you still mad at me?’ He pouted cutely. ‘I said I’m sorry, it was a dick thing to do and it’ll never happen again. I want you so bad’. He closed the space between us again, pulling at the waistband of my shorts. Our lips met again and he quickly undid the button on my short.

As his fingers began toying with the zip, my phone rang loudly, pausing his actions. He made to continue but I pushed him slightly and fished out my phone from my back pocket and answering it without looking at the caller ID.

‘Captain’. Zayn was many things but he just added one more to his resume; cockblocker.

‘Yeah?’
‘Are you drunk?’
‘Do I sound drunk?’
‘It’s hard to tell but if you are not, can you get to my house?’
‘Why?’
‘I found out who did it’.

I looked to Travis, he was too drunk and horny to drive.
‘I’m gonna need you to pick me up’.
He groaned loudly.
‘Text me the address’. I turned to Travis as I ended the call.
‘I have to go. Family issues’. I hated lying to him but it wasn’t a complete lie, Queenie is family.

‘You are going to leave me hanging, literally, for your family issues?’
‘You’ve left me hanging for family, friends and animals so many times Travis’. Pissing me off was becoming quite easy for him these days.

‘You know what? Go. I’ll just find someone else to take care of this’. He gestured to his crotch and I had to remind myself that he was drunk and didn’t mean any of what he was saying.

Sparing him one last glance, I walked out of the door and out the building without being noticed. I texted Zayn the address and waited. He arrived no more than five minutes later and stopped right before me. I looked at him and lifted a brow.

‘What’s with the leather jacket on sweatpants?’
This was the second time I was seeing him dressed like that.
‘It’s cold and I’m not getting out of the car anyway. Get in’.

He hit the gas as soon as I slammed the door shut. He was driving with dangerous speed but I wasn’t going to stop him. it juggled my thoughts and at that moment, I didn’t want to think.

‘Are you okay?’ He spared me a glance.
‘Drive Rodriguez’.
Just drive.

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Next chapter is in Zayn's pov, who's anticipating??

Special dedication to MercieWaKisakas