☠ Chapter Three ☠
Songs for this chapter are:
Ϟ LYON - Indian Summer
Ϟ The Black Keys - Lonely Boy
➳ ARIELLE'S POV
"Come out with me!" Zoe drawls out, frustrated.
I throw myself onto my bed, completely fed up with fighting back and forth with Zoe for just wanting a peaceful night in the dorm filled with eating popcorn and watching whatever movie I felt like. She's not going to give up, I know this. But I so badly just want to sit back and prepare for class in two days or just relax. "Fine," I huff out.
Zoe reacts so quickly to my response that she nearly falls off the bed. "Seriously?" She yells with a mouthful of bagel.
"Yes," I say much too quietly, hoping she won't hear.
She squeals wildly, "I'll go get ready!" I watch as Zoe gets up from her place on her bed and runs towards our miniature shared bathroom.
"Where are we going?" I ask, praying it isn't some stranger's house party or another night 'hanging' out with her friends. Last time we hung out with her friends it turned into a make out session between Zoe and this guy, while I awkwardly stood around, waiting very impatiently to leave.
"Daniel's," she responds from the bathroom, toothbrush in her mouth.
"Daniel's?" I ask.
"That guy from my cuisine class," she pokes her head around the corner, "he has a friend that's having a party. Invited me." Zoe disappears back into the bathroom before she can see me rolling my eyes over-dramatically. I hear her spit out the used toothpaste.
"I thought you didn't like him," I comment. At the risk of shining a light on something better left unexamined, I decide to bring up someone else, knowing it'll perk her interest. "What happened to your little crush on cheesy pickup line guy?"
"I nearly forgot about him."
I stand from my bed, grabbing a cute little lace tank top and a pair of short shorts. I begin pulling my sweats off and slipping my shorts on, "well maybe you'll see him again," I say as I slip the tank top over my hair and onto my torso.
I can hear her spit out a mouthful of mouthwash, "with my luck? Yeah, right."
Grabbing the comb on top of my dresser, I pull it through my hair. The loose strands still have some wave to them, even though I had braided my hair last night and it's been humid as hell all day. "Don't talk like that. I'm sure he'll show up again," I try my best to speak encouragingly even though chances are we may never see any of those racers ever again.
* * *
About a half hour later, both of us are ready, "I'm inviting Niall." I state. I pull my cell phone out of my pocket and type in the password.
"Really? Why?" She’s tapping her foot impatiently.
I type in Niall's name and send him a message that we're coming to get him, "'cause you're going to end up making out with some stranger, or Daniel and I'll just be stuck standing there by myself."
"No you won't . . . I swear." Zoe puts her fingers up in the 'Scout's Honour' position before stifling a giggle.
She holds back more laughter, "I swear I'm only laughing 'cause this –“ she points to her fingers with her other hand, “– is ridiculous."
I give her a glare and then my phone vibrates twice within my hands.
"C'mon, we have to go get Niall."
We step out of our room, and leave the dormitory, gathering Niall and heading to the party.
* * *
"Where the hell are we?" Niall asks.
I’m wondering the exact same thing. As I take in the surroundings around me, I can't help the feeling of uneasiness that washes over me. When I look around me all I see are old, dilapidated buildings, buildings covered in graffiti, strangers and homeless lying out in the streets. I can tell that Niall's uneasy beside me, but he's trying hard to hold it together.
"We're almost there," Zoe huffs out, annoyed.
A loud voice draws my head to my left. I see a tall man – he's standing in the middle of the street, yelling at the strangers on the sidewalks. I watch as all of the faces turn towards an familiar noise that's coming from behind us. It's getting louder and louder and I can feel my heart begin to race. Not out of panic, but out of excitement.
In all of the commotion, I don't even realize that Niall grabs my hand protectively, standing up straight by my side.
The roar of a car engine speeds up and headlights appear. I watch as a red Nissan whips past us before the driver taps the brakes and pulls a 180 degree turn to park perfectly on the opposite side of the street from us. For a moment, I'm stunned. The three of us stand there and stare, as if time has been frozen. Zoe and I are giddy with excitement, but Niall is rigid beside me, and I know that he's terrified.
"That's where we're going," Zoe says, before using her finger to point at the house which has the red Nissan parked in front. There's raucous music coming from the house, and cups and cigarettes littered all over the lawn. I watch a woman stumble out from the front door, only to land straight on her face in the dying grass.
Zoe runs across the street. I suddenly become aware of the feeling of Niall's hand latched onto mine. It's like it's throbbing, but it could just be my own pulse – which is pounding in my ears. I pull my hand away from Niall's and begin a light jog across the street to follow Zoe. Just as I'm nearing the car, the owner opens the door. I almost stumble into it, but manage to save myself. I step around the beautiful car and onto the sidewalk.
When I turn around, Niall's just standing there, "c'mon," I wave him over. My eyes drift from him to the man that steps out of the car.
When my eyes take him in, it's overwhelming. He's got a black beanie covering his head, and his face is speckled with dark, scruffy facial hair. His eyes are big, almost Bambi like; his irises a shade of beautiful caramel. He steps around the car and I take the time to admire his sense of style. He's wearing a red and white plaid shirt, that isn't buttoned up. Underneath the shirt is a white V-neck, which is low enough to show off the ink imprinted in his chest. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing the ink covering his arms. His legs are covered in a black jean, and he's wearing chunky black army-like boots upon his feet.
Eventually he makes his way around the car and towards me. His eyes are completely fixated on me. It's like everywhere his eyes touch my body is lit on fire. He's eyeing my body up and down, and normally I'd feel violated or offended, but with him there's a part of me that's loving it. Suddenly his lips part, and I can see the faintest tint of white in the dark – he's smirking at me. His tongue slowly darts out and wets his lips. His teeth grab hold of his lower lip as he stares at me. Without saying anything he simply takes a few steps and walks right past me, the wind carrying the scent of cigarettes along with him.
I can hear Niall's footsteps come to an end right beside me. "Who was that?" His voice is quiet in my ear. I don’t respond, instead my feet decide to follow the scent of cigarettes towards the euphoric atmosphere.
My feet carry me towards the house and I step inside. The house is filled with people, and everyone's dancing. There's a large stereo in the living room that's playing a song that I don't quite recognize, but find myself swaying my hips along to as I walk deeper into the crowded house. Ultimately I find myself in the kitchen and I find Zoe, who shoves a cup into my hands.
I begin looking around desperately for a beanie, a red and white plaid shirt – for him. Zoe takes notice, "looking for someone specific?"
"Nope . . . just looking," I quip and then take a sip of the drink within my hands. It burns all the way down my throat. I pour it all in my mouth and swallow it.
"See anything you like?" Zoe asks as she hands a cup off to Niall, who has arrived behind me.
"I'm not sure yet," I respond, knowing all too well that I know exactly what I want.
Zoe laughs. "Good luck with that then. I'm going to dance." She quickly walks away from us, and immediately her hips are swaying and her arms are flailing around in the air as she dances with everyone else.
"Some hell of a party," Niall comments from behind me. I turn my head to look at him and he takes a step forward so that he's now facing me. His cheeks are red and flushed and he's so close to me, he's practically towering over my small frame – if I wasn't mistaken, I'd say he's protecting me.
"Yeah," is all I can muster out because my eyes are still frantically looking around the room. I can hear Niall talking, but it's almost like someone turned his volume down. I suddenly spot the familiar red and white plaid shirt in the window which overlooks the backyard.
"Are you even listening to me?" I can hear him ask, but I'm already walking away from him, towards the patio door that leads out to the backyard. The instant I take a step outside, the overwhelming and completely overpowering stench of cigarettes fills my nostrils. I can feel my throat tighten up, my eyes begin to water, but I shrug it off and try my best not to cough. When I take another step outside, I look at him and his eyes burn into mine. His cheeks are hollowed in as he sucks in the poison, and blows it past his lips.
"Hello there love,” I can hear him say. His gaze departs from mine and begins raking up and down my body. He pulls his lip between his teeth again and I’m tempted to just lean forward and crash my lips upon his. He’s one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
"What are you doing?" I hear a familiar voice ask. I suddenly can feel a hand on my waist, pulling me back inside.
"Niall," I mumble out, trying to push away from him and head back outside.
He wraps his arm even tighter around my waist, pulling me towards the living room, where everyone is dancing. "C'mon, let's go dance," he says in my ear so I can hear him over the noise. He grabs my hand, pulling me into the crowd of people.
I know that I should dance, but I find myself looking around the house again. Niall's hands are pulling at my waist, attempting to make me move to the music but I'm not having any of it. Instead I stand there, and look around. It's when I finally spot that familiar dark frame heading towards us that I find myself wanting to dance.
I can't take my eyes off of him as he effortlessly moves his way into the crowd. He's heading straight for me, and I feel like I should move towards him, or entice him to come dance with me, but I find myself unable to move. He's looking right at me. He licks his lips. When he's about two steps in front of me, he smirks at me before he stops and places his hands on another woman's hips. She turns around in his arms and he looks down at her. She smiles and sticks her ass and her breasts out at the same time. He takes advantage and gropes her behind.
I huff and hope that no one else can hear it over the sound of the music. My hips begin moving frantically to the beat of the song. Niall takes this as his cue to come up closer behind me. At first, the dark brooding stranger pretends as if he doesn’t see me swaying my hips sexily to the song, feigning interest in the woman grinding up on him.
But when I turn around and bend over so that my ass sticks up in his direction, I watch upside down and through my legs as his head slowly turns towards me. When I face upright again my hips are still swaying, my hands are furiously moving up and down my body, and throwing around my long wavy hair. Suddenly he begins to turn the woman who's grinding all up on him, so that he's facing in my direction. He’s in a position now where he can watch me dance, even though this woman is between us.
At some point Niall put his hands upon my waist and I grind my pelvis into his. Despite Niall being so close to me, I wasn't dancing with Niall, I was dancing with the guy with the tattoos and the beautiful caramel coloured eyes who couldn't take his eyes off me. Though Niall was totally loving this, and subconsciously I knew that Niall felt this meant something.
I know it was wrong, but damn it felt good to get this attention from this stranger.
I can faintly hear Niall's voice over the music, "damn." His hands are still on my waist, and I'm glad he's not being adventurous and taking this as an opportunity to feel me up. Niall leans in close to my ear and I can feel the tightness in his jeans pressing up against my behind. "You want a drink?" He practically has to yell over the sound of the music.
I nod my head furiously and he makes his way out of the room and around the corner. My eyes find his – the stranger's – again and his hands loosen their grip on the woman's derriere. He takes a few steps towards me and suddenly I can feel warm, rough, calloused hands on the bare skin that he's uncovered at the waist of my shorts. He stands close to me, his chest pressed firmly against my back.
I'm trying my best to dance as sexy as I can manage, but with a man as beautiful as the one pressed up against me, my type of sexy doesn't feel sexy enough. I can feel his pelvis press forward into my ass, and I curve my back, pressing my ass even harder into the front of him. I hear a low growl as his throat vibrates against the crook of my neck. His chin is delicately rested on my shoulder and when I look out of the corner of my eye I can see his eyes as they trail down my chest, straight to the valley between my breasts. His hands finally move from their position on my sides to the front of my stomach, his fingers knocking the low hanging piece of metal pierced into my navel. Ultimately his hands rest on my upper pelvis. I feel him push lightly there, forcing my behind out further. His hands move to my hips, and he slips them into my pockets for a moment before pulling them out and just resting them comfortably on my hips.
I feel a sharp, uncomfortable pain near the backside of my neck, directly behind my ear. It's then that I realize he's marking me, his mouth bringing the blood to the surface. I'm so lost in the music, in the movement, in him that I don't even care – I simply lean my head towards the left to give him easier access while threading my fingers through his hair. After he's satisfied with the love bite, he kisses it delicately.
Suddenly the music ceases and everyone stops. A voice yells, "cops!" Instantaneously, everything's a total and complete blur as everyone runs out of the house and away from the scene as fast as they can. I can hear the sirens, I can see the people running, but I'm frozen there. I don't even notice him leave, but when I hear that Nissan purr to life I know that he's gone.
My feet pick up and I run towards the back patio. Niall is frantically calling my name, and Zoe grabs my lower arm, pulling me. I grab Niall's arm and the three of us run out the backyard and hop the fence. I land unevenly, and fall onto my ass. The two of us are laughing like crazy as we pull each other back towards the dorm, back to safety. I can see the panic written all over Niall's face.
He's scared of getting caught. We were underage, and Niall was panicking about going to jail. And here I was laughing with Zoe because the both of us knew that we weren't going to get caught. Zoe is stumbling because she's laughing so hard, and I'm just trying to do my best to look out for flashing lights.
We make our way across a few streets and eventually end up on a major street sidewalk. I believe it's safe, and so I grab Niall and Zoe's arms, "just walk normal. They'll have no reason to suspect us," I say to them. The three of us slow down, and walk like normal citizens down the sidewalk.
I can hear an engine gaining speed behind us, and when I turn my head I see that familiar red Nissan whip right past us. The sound of sirens and the vision of flashing lights isn't far behind. "Hey, isn't that the dude you were dancing with?" Zoe asks.
I turn towards her and smile. She smiles back, and smacks my arm, laughing. I can see the pained expression on Niall's face, but I decide to ignore it. The three of us walk back to the dorm together in a comfortable silence.
A/N: idk what to write so . . .