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"Please, Sam, I beg you. I need this. Always and forever, you said, and now you can't even do this little thing for me," I whined.

"Don't pull that card on me, Ty. It's not even relevant. Just because I don't want to go and get piss-drunk with you at Ian's party doesn't mean you get to hang that over my head," she said.

It was now Friday, and after a week of stares and some not-so-friendly shoving in the hallways, I was fed up. I was currently flat on my stomach on the floor at home, with Sam sitting on the couch, and all I needed was booze in my system.

"But Sammmmm..."

"No, Ty. We both know you can't handle your liquor, and I don't even know why you want to go to a party. You don't even like parties, plus, I don't know if you're forgetting, but you're grounded. And if you tell me it has something to do with Lucas, I swear..."

"No, Sam," I interrupted. "I just need to catch a breather. Let loose and, you know, check if the whole world isn't collapsing around me. Please come with me. I swear we won't even stay that long, and we can tell my mom you forgot some books at your place. Being alone with my thoughts isn't helping me at the moment," I finished.

Looking at Sam, I knew I had hit a nerve, and I felt bad for manipulating my friend, but I knew she'd understand.

Sam begrudgingly said yes after giving me an entire lecture, claiming that if I even thought of getting drunk, she'd drop me off naked at the police station. Feeling slightly violated but giddy nonetheless, I stood up from the floor and ran upstairs to change, while Sam left to go to her place to do the same.

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"I was on my third shot of vodka, and if someone had asked me what I had eaten for breakfast that morning, I swear, I wouldn't have known shit. Sam had left me about an hour ago, saying some shit about a girl from her Bio class and how she couldn't deal with my ass anymore, but what do I care?

I couldn't fully remember why I was drinking my ass off, but that fact alone made me calmer than I had felt in the past week. Too drunk to care, I started to play beer pong with some guys I would have said I remembered from school, but I would be lying, and if I wasn't already drunk, playing this game was just a bad choice. I couldn't aim to save my own life, and the guy I was playing with was slowly passing the brink from irritated to pissed.

After a few rounds, we lost—not like anyone expected more anyway, but now I couldn't even tell my left from my right. I started to walk away from the rowdy high schoolers until I reached the dance floor and suddenly felt the urge to dance.

The whole place smelled of sweat and booze, and everyone was too close to each other for comfort, but that didn't seem to bother me at the moment. In fact, not even a single bit. It felt euphoric. I started to dance, or whatever you could call what I was doing. My body was filled with so much adrenaline that I didn't know what stunt exactly to pull.

I was now slowly dancing to "Sun Goes Down" by this gay singer who I couldn't remember by name, when I felt strong hands gripping my waist. To say I was shocked was only part of what I felt, but I decided to ignore the feeling and kept on dancing to the music. I couldn't understand why a girl would want to dance behind me while grabbing my waist, but I was too drunk to care.

It was when I started to lean backward, flushed against my partner, that I felt something poke my butt. Don't tell me it's what I think it is. But before I could finish my thought, I felt another pair of strong arms gripping my wrist and yanking me from the dance floor.

My wrist was crying for help due to the lack of blood circulation from the death grip on my arm, and on top of that, I was too confused with what was going on to stop and run for my life. I just let myself be dragged through throngs of people until my assailant and I entered a dim hallway filled with people snogging at every corner.

I was about to collapse from the sudden dizziness of moving too fast through too many corners when I was dragged into a room. I faintly heard the locking of a door until I turned around, only to face the angry eyes of the bastard that was Lucas Myers.

I was so overwhelmed that, in a moment, I switched from nauseous to utter fury. I didn't really know where all the anger was coming from, but all I could see was red, and my hands were fisting around the throat of the guy standing in front of me.

How dare he!

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"Standing there with my fists balled beside me, I didn't know what to hit first when I threw a fist at his face, which, to my dismay, he caught perfectly.

'What the fuck do you think you're doing?!' he growled.

And I mean, practically growled. Was he an animal, for Pete's sake?

'You don't get to drag me wherever you want, you son of a bitch! Piece of shit! Waste of space! Cocksucking pig!' I screamed as I started hitting his chest.

'Shut up!' he argued, grabbing my fists in his as if I was doing nothing. 'Just shut up, Tyson! You don't get to call me cocksucking while you were busy slutting after cock just a second ago!' he practically screamed in my face.

I was so enraged I only thought of how I wished this bastard was nineteen countries away from me in a ditch. How dare he accuse me of wanting cock? Did I look like a whore to him? Worse off, gay? I swear, this g—

And just like that, it dawned on me. On the dance floor, the person gripping my waist, the thing that poked my butt... Oh my God!

It was a dick!

I was so revolted and shocked at the same time, but I still couldn't understand what this guy's deal was. I mean, what right did he have to be acting so cannibalistic after what he did to me?

'Don't tell me to shut up! You should be ashamed of yourself! I don't even know how you sleep at night with what you did! Even with the person you are. What right did you have? I swear I wish you didn't exist!' I was practically sobbing at this point, that I only realized what was going on when Lucas let go of my wrists and brushed his fingers on my cheek, wiping away the tears.

I was so shocked that I looked up and stared at him, and if his eyes weren't enough to sober me up, I don't know what was. I was so transfixed by his gaze that I didn't realize what was going on until he pressed his lips to mine.

It was only for a moment, but it was long enough to have butterflies coursing through my veins straight to my stomach. I couldn't breathe.

Just as Lucas was about to fully pull away from me, I don't know what got over me, but I grabbed him by his shirt and smashed my lips to his.

Damn it all!"

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Talk about not being gay

Anyways.......
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