Charlotte

Her

The cherry vodka on her lips tasted like heaven. I thought, running my hands through her brunette hair as I deepened the kiss pushing her back a little. Our lips moved feverishly as she fought against me trying to slip her tongue in my mouth. I loved the feeling she gave me, a mix of want and uncertainty. The way she bit my bottom lip hard, making me ache for more. The sound of the crowd cheering brought me back to reality. She giggled against my lips, grabbing onto my wrist to steady herself, our foreheads touching before she pulled back. Her electric blue eyes stared back at me, she was drunk, really drunk.

"I don't even like girls, but fuck I don't know now." She yelled to the crowd, reaching for a new can of beer. It's funny she thought she didn't like girls, her tongue said otherwise.

"What's your name beautiful?" I asked her sweetly, turning my charm on. Her hair falling over into her face, blocking her eyes slightly as she turned to me.

"Angel." She laughed again, her once creamy cheeks earlier tonight turned bright red. "Yours?" She questioned, biting her full red lips. She wasn't used to parties, she was usually in the library or at the Campus park studying.

"Charlotte," I whispered closely to her ear, tracing a shiver down her spine. She just laughed getting up to go to the kitchen again. It was her fourth time going since the party started. She wore a short flowy white dress with side cut-outs. It hugged her midsection but flounced around her rump. She took off her red pumps about an hour ago. Poor thing, it must have been killing her feet. Her long soft hair almost reached her butt, swaying back and forth as she skipped. She entered the kitchen, door swinging closed behind her.

I followed her this time, stopping by the ping pong table again to pick up a red cup filled with probably more vodka I wasn't going to drink. Looking through the glass window on the door of the kitchen I could see her again. My Angel picking up a new drink, this time she decided on Rum. Her variety of drinks were random, I'm surprised she had such a high tolerance for such a small body. Petite was a perfect word to describe her, she was fairy-like. Definitely skinny but not underweight, probably about 113 pounds standing at 5'1". However, she had five drinks already, two beers, one shot of tequila, and two vodkas, the rum making it six.

"Excuse me," Someone said gruffly pushing past me into the kitchen. It was a heavy-set man, smelling of beer and B.O. The air was foul around him, he approached Angel as she stood at the sink. Awkwardly knocking into her, spilling the Rum all over her beautiful white dress.

"Oh no!" she exclaimed trying to rub away some of the liquid.

"Fuck, sorry um." The disgrace fumbled to turn on the sink water but nothing came out. He looked at her dress with his disgusting bushy eyebrows. He had scruffy ginger hair that probably hadn't been washed for a couple of months. Wearing a dark grey shirt with stains on it I could see from the door, ugly bootcut jeans covering his legs. He gawked at her after taking a good look at what he had ruined. "I.. um- wait, come on." he grabbed her arm taking her out the other kitchen door. She just followed, confused and too intoxicated to sense danger. This guy made me uneasy, he had no business touching the elegant maiden he clutched. I could guess where they were going but I had to go around the side of the house to reach it. The summer air and fireflies illuminated my way to the bed and bath side of the house. I saw the large guy and Angel make their way up the stairs as I followed closely behind. He moved too rushingly to realize and Angel was oblivious. He took her into a small white bathroom turning on the faucet.

"You didn't have to take me all the way up here," she said snickering not being able to remain serious. He silently picked up the edge of her dress where the Rum had spilled and put it under the running water, rubbing slightly with paper towels. Stupid brute didn't know that would just make it worse. She blushed harder having her legs exposed to him. Her legs were so milky and white, refined and graceful. He handed her a red cup that was already on the counter and put it to her lips.