Chapter 4: Dragging me to a party
"You look hot tonight, Rylie. You're not close to showing. Evan will be drooling all over you at this party. But its too bad because he can't have you." Melanie smirked as she stepped on the gas in her green Mercedes.
Melanie was wearing a black lace tank top with a dark green skirt. Her favorite color was green.
And she wore fishnets with ballet flats.
I wore a black dress that went to my mid thighs. A short dress given to me thanks to Melanie who said I needed something hot to wear. With it, I wore my blood red leather jacket, black stockings and black and white chucks.
"I gave him head yesterday." I blurted out.
Melanie slowly looked to me, her face full of disgust. "What? After 'Stacey the Slut's' been on him? That's like drinking off a glass of milk that she drunk off of."
"Again with the analogies, Melanie."
She sighed. "My point is, I don't see how the both of you are okay with having his cum inside of you."
"Do you like that word because you say it a lot."
She nodded. "I do." She shrugged.
Then she pulled up into the long driveway of a two-story, beige brick house.
She stopped and parked the car. "Ready?" She asked.
I shook my head.
She got out of the car. "You'll be fine." She said as she closed the door after throwing her hair over her shoulder.
The door to the house opened and loud music spilled out. 'Kings of Leon' if I'm not mistaking.
Dylan came out and had a guy by the collar, dragging him out. "Don't come back, fag." He kicked him out into the grass and then looked at Melanie and me.
He walked to her and smirked. "Nice outfit. Trying to give me hard-on on purpose?"
"Yes, teasing is my specialty. Does that make you mad?"
"Fucking angry, actually." He smiled.
She smiled back.
Yeah I was getting uncomfortable. "Uh…Dylan?"
He looked at me…glaring. He never liked me for some reason.
"What?" He asked.
Melanie glared at him. "You will be nice to her." She said.
Dylan sighed. "What is it?" He asked, his voice slightly lighter.
"Is there…non beer in there?" I asked.
He scoffed. "There's water."
"That'll do." Melanie said as she pulled me along.
And Dylan followed us.
Melanie opened the door and there had to be hundreds of people all over the house.
Melanie squealed in delight. "I need a drink. I'll be back." No she won't.
She disappeared into the crowd. Thank you, Melanie.
I wasn't even invited to the party yet she left me here alone. Just to be expected.
I just stood against the wall watching as people danced, and drank, and laughed loudly like drunken idiots.
Then I saw something I didn't want to see.
Evan surrounded by girls feeling on him and him just laughing, liking it.
My cheeks grew red from embarrassment.
He just envied all this attention.
"Look," Dylan came over to me. "I'm only allowing you here because I'm fucking around with Melanie or else I wouldn't let your depressing ass in here so at least pretend to have fun." He said rudely and then walked away before I could respond.
I was depressing?
Well how not to be? Having to deal with this asshole all the time is depressing.
I looked back to Evan and all the girls. Stacey Miller who started to make out with him. The thought was nauseating.
I pushed through the crowd holding my mouth. The closest place was the outside balcony.
I slid the door open and grabbed onto the banister. Nothing came out. False alarm.
But I'm still glad I came out. I needed the fresh air.
I heard a shift of movement and turned to my left.
I saw Damon sitting on the banister, one leg up, the other down on the floor. And he was smoking a cigarette.
"You scared me." I said.
"I scared you? You're the one running out here like you're about to vomit everywhere." He said.
I shook my head. "No, I'm good."
He smirked and looked away from me.
I ran my fingers through my hair. "I didn't think you would be here. You don't seem like a party kind of guy." I said.
Damon shrugged. "I'm not. Neither was I invited. But I was bored so I decided to crash the party. And I'm even more bored now that I'm here." He said blowing smoke out between his lips.
"Well you're out here alone. That's why."
"I thought I'd meet someone worth talking to here. I was wrong." He said.
I shrugged and leaned against the banister. "You don't seem like you're here to get to know anybody. You seem like you don't care."
"I do." He said. Then his eyes looked into mine and I blushed and looked down.
He flicked the cigarette out down onto the yard and got off the banister. "Anyway, I guess I'm gonna go take a ride down to the lake." He walked to the sliding door and then turned to glance at me. "Wanna come?" He asked.
I couldn't help but smile. "Um…sure. I need to tell Melanie."
"I'm sure her hands are tied at the moment. Like she'll care." He said. He was right.
"Okay, well lets go." I said.
Damon slid the door open and I followed him through the crowd of people.
He walked smoothly through while everyone stopped and stared at him and I felt like I was walking with a god.
Some girls were drooling while gazing at him.
Others scowled at him, angry for crashing the party.
Me and Damon made it to the door and he opened it and then I followed him out.
He led me to his black mustang and I got into the passenger's side while he got into the driver's side.
His car smelled like soft cologne and leather.
It smelled like him.
He started the car up and on came Marilyn Manson. Okay, now I'm more comfortable.
"You like him?' I asked.
"Who? Manson? Yeah." He nodded.
"I do too." I said.
He smirked. "Who knew we'd have something in common?" He asked.
He had a point though. We are more different than polka dots and plaid.
Damon drove down the road and turned the music up loud. Blasting it.
'Beautiful People' were on.
"Do you always drive this fast? Or is this just to impress me?"
Damon smirked and looked over to me. "Yeah, I always drive fast and no, I don't try to impress anybody."
I shrugged. "I don't either."
Damon chuckled. "Yeah you do."
I looked over at him. "What?"
"I do not."
He nodded. "Right." He said sarcastically.
"You're a dick."
"I know." He shrugged. And he sped up.
"And you're okay with that?"
"Everybody are who they are. I'm a dick and you…you let everyone walk all over you."
"Ouch. I thought that by you inviting me to go to the lake with you meant that we were becoming friends."
"No. I was just bored. And you entertain me."
"Wow. You're a full blown dick now."
He chuckled. "I take it as a compliment, baby."
When we finally got there, Damon parked the car and got out. I got out with him.
He got up to sit on the hood and I sat up there with him.
He had a beer bottle in his hand and he took a swig.
"Where are you from?" I asked.
"The south." He answered.
"You don't have a southern accent." I said.
He nodded. "I can hide it good."
"Oh. How is that possible?"
"It's easy. You just…don't talk with an accent."
"So…let me hear you."
He gave me a look. "No."
"Because I don't like how I sound."
"Just let me hear you." I said.
He sighed and looked down at me. His brown eyes penetrating as he stared down at me. "What do you want me to say?" He said in a slight southern accent and boy was it sexy.
I smiled at him.
And he slightly smiled back and looked away.
"You don't sound bad at all." I said.
"Whatever." He responded.
"Is everything 'whatever' with you?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. My dad was the same way or my mom…one of them. Guess I got the trait from one of them."
"So you're…like a rebel." I said.
He looked at me and had a thoughtful expression on his face. "I guess." He answered. Then he shrugged. "And I don't know what you are."
"Is that an insult?"
He shook his head. "No. Just a fact. I mean…you can change the way you are unless you're okay with being this way."
"Do you have a problem with the way I am?" I asked.
He shook his head and sighed. "No…I like you." He said and then looked at me.
I wanted to show a grin because I knew I liked him too.
"I just wish that you wouldn't let your ex control you."
I shrugged. "I just get weak when he's around."
"Why? He's not shit."
"Everyone says that."
"Because it's true. This dude is nothing and you bend down to his every whim. I just don't get it."
"He was my first."
"So that means he gets to treat you like bullshit?"
I shook my head. "No but-"
"You're not weak. I can tell you're better than that. So why don't you act like it?"
"Of what? What makes him better than you?"
I thought for a second. "He's popular."
Damon gave me an irritated look. "Popularity is nothing but a title. It means nothing."
"Well not to you. You don't care." I got off the hood and folded my arms as I turned to look at him.
"You're right. I don't. What would popularity get you, Rylie?"
"And that's what you want. To be respected. I'm not popular yet I get respect."
"Right because the guys fear you and the girls drool all over you." I said.
Damon smirked. "Do you?" He asked.
I gave him a look. "Does it look like I do?"
"A little." He responded.
I rolled my eyes.
He smirked and offered me the beer in his hand.
I shook my head.
And he just shrugged.
"What about you…you lived here your whole life?"
I nodded. "Me and my brother. My parents died in a plane crash five years ago."
I just stared at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Normal people say sorry or something of that nature."
He got off the hood and we were almost face-to-face. "I'm not normal but me saying sorry aren't going to bring them back now will it?"
Why was he like that? Seemed so damn careless about everything.
"Yeah, you're like King asshole. You stole the title from Evan."
"Does it look like I care?"
"No because you're just a careless bastard."
"I guess I am."
"I guess you are." He grabbed me and his lips went to mine. The move stunned me for a second. It came out of nowhere. But I made no move to stop him because I wanted this for some reason.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and shut my eyes.
Damon's hands stayed on my hips as his tongue traced over my lip. And then his lips enveloped mine while his tongue slipped in.
He tasted as good as he smelled. Maybe better.
I didn't know what this meant…but I hope nothing but good could come out of this.