This was going to be a mistake, there was no way in
hell she'd do this if she was sober. Yet then again,
he wasn't really a fan of hers either. Thoughts though,
were blurred, hazy and fogged by the bliss of alcohol
and teenage hormones. She was the spoiled rich girl,
he was the loner. The guy who stood on the edges of
a crowd because no one really accepted him.
Not to say she didn't have a tragic story of her own,
but somehow it really didn't matter that much. Because
she pretended she fit in, no -- she pretended she owned
the entire damn school. Because if she wanted to she
could. Yet the people within this place drove her to insanity.
And so relief was sought the bottom of a bottle, in beds of
boys who loathed her the next day.
But it was better to feel something than nothing wasn't it?
Such was the mindset that lead them crashing against the
door, lips crushed against each other as hands roamed
bodies they would leer in disdain at morning light. The
party had died down, most pairings left to cuddle in the
warm basking glow of drunken haze, yet this couple
moved with a fervor -- a near fury as her hands went to
his hips, fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt.
Fingertips brushing the muscled indentations as her
teeth drug against his lower lip -- a sound escaping
her as she drew him flush against her.
" ---- Don't make a sound ---
Got it ? Make a sound and it
all stops --. "
