He tentatively took a sip of whiskey and muttered, "Alright." He did it in that condescending tone of his that I hated with a burning passion.
"All I'm saying is that y'all would make a hot couple."
"Ugh," I replied, acting out a gag reflex.
He laughed at that. I laughed along after a while.
It was past midnight in no time and the both of us were on the couch, trying to find something fun to do after a few hours of dancing, beer pong and more drinking. We even did a bit of karaoke. Well, mostly he did. I hate karaoke. Or singing, in general.
I was honestly doing fine but Wyatt looked like he was about to pass out.
He looked over at me with much effort and slurred, "H-how're you s-still. . . . so-sob-sobrie-so-sober?"
"It's a gift, babe. My tolerance is sky high."
"I-I can s-see t-that."
"Okay, maybe I should help you get home, buddy. We've done everything we can here."
"N-no. . ."
"The fuck do you mean no? Look at yourself! I can't carry your fat ass home if you pass out. Your Mom will start to worry and then I'll have a hundred messages on my phone. She always calls me!"
"N-no. I mean, K-kenzie is o-on h-her way. Y-you c-can s-s-stay."
McKenzie or Kenzie is his sixteen year old sister.
"Oh, alright. That's good. So that's why I haven't seen any messages!"
He smiled weakly at me.
"Let me get you some water then, big boy?"
"Y-yeah. T-thanks, H-Haryel."
"It's Harley, and you're welcome."
I ran my hand through his rough, messy blonde hair and ruffled it up before getting up off the couch and going on a pursuit for some water in an alcohol-dependant community of partying teenagers.
I pushed past teenagers dancing, twerking, screaming, drinking and making out. The music was so loud, I could feel it vibrating through my speedily beating heart. Finally, I was pushed into the comparatively empty kitchen by the noisy crowd in the living room.
I tried to scan the room for any trace of an unopened water bottle, or a fridge, for that matter. But I didn't get far because my eyes latched onto a scene at the corner. It was a guy in a baseball cap, pretty big and muscular, visibly forcing himself on some girl.
I peered over his shoulder and my eyes widened at the sight before it was registered in my mind.
Samantha Winston. With a bleeding cut across her left temple. She was crying, or at least it looked liked it from the distance I was at. Her hair was messy now, though still in a ponytail. I could see that her dress was torn at the shoulder, scars peeking out.
For a moment, I froze. I could hear my own heart beat loud and clear and feel the blood rush to my head. But then I could feel my legs move and I felt myself come back to my senses.
I kicked the guy from the side and he stumbled and fell onto the tiled kitchen floor. A few people noticed, but for the most part, everybody was too drunk to care.
I caught a glimpse of the shocked and terrified expression on Samantha's face before I stood protectively in front of her.
He quickly scrambled to his feet and loomed over me. I was barely affected. I gave him a bored look.
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She's Beautiful And Mine (gxg)
RomanceSamantha Winston. The hottest girl in Blue Valley High. The popular girl. The girl who every other girl wanted to be, who everyone loved. The girl who people dreamed of being friends with, who every guy wanted to date. With her charm, beautifully...
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