"That's Jordan, Ashley, Peeta, Maggie -"
"Hails, Jesus, she's not gonna remember all that!" One of the boys comment and my cousin just looks at my stunned face. With the loud music, crazy atmosphere, I can barely focus on my friends and she expects me to remember the big group standing in front of me.
"The night is long, I'll try my best." I smile and they return it.
"Come here." Hailey pulls me with her and we follow the group to the couches.
Let me tell you what's happening tonight. The entire house, by that I mean every single part of this house is turned into a party zone. I don't know how many people are staying here currently, but wherever you go there's people around you with cups filled with alcohol and holding cigarettes in their hands. The music is blasting through multiple speakers which are placed on each level. Unlike the usual apartment parties, this is absolute madness.
"Let's play something. I need to get drunk." One of the girls suggests.
"Truth or dare?"
"Nah."
"Seven minutes in heaven?"
"How am I supposed to get drunk then?"
"Never have I ever?"
Cliche.
"Yes!" She booms and positions us in a circle, while the boys fill up nine cups and place them in front of each person. "I'll start."
"Never have I ever gotten an F." She smiles and I hear some people groan and mutter something like nerd. I obviously take a sip because, hey, math sucks.
"Never have I ever played tennis." A girl next to her says and I take a sip.
"Never have I ever been cheated on." Everyone except me take a sip and I see the girls eyeing me.
"Lucky girl." One of them smiles at me.
"Never have I ever been on a horse race." I almost laugh when nobody except Hailey takes a sip. She has always been a fan of horses and I know how much she misses it.
"Never have I ever been in love." Once again I don't take a sip and one of the guys turns to me.
"Did you ever have a boyfriend?" He asks me.
"I don't know." I answer honestly. They look at me like I'm insane and I just look at Hailey, who only shrugs.
"I have one." The girl who started the game raises her hand and looks straight into my eyes. Jesus, when did this game start being about me?
"Never have I ever had sex."
Probably, definitely, against all popular beliefs and the group's assumptions, I take a long ass sip from my red cup.
"Interesting." The boy who previously commented smiles, lazily hanging his arm around the girl next to him.
We all turn our heads towards the entrance when we hear distinct shouting. People have gathered around and most of them seem concerned.
"What's going on?" One of the girls asks as she sticks out her head in the attempt to see something.
The guys stand up and, being much taller, they scan the situation from afar. They mumble something to eachother before they move between us and start walking there. One of them turns his head to face the rest of us.
"It's Blue fighting someone." He says. My insides drop and I snap my head to see that Hailey is already looking at me with a panicked face expression.
We both immediately jump up and quickly avoid everyone in front of us in order to get closer. As we're approaching the mass I can now clearly hear Wes's voice, angrier than ever. I can't decipher what he's saying, but it must be serious for him to blow up like that. He is usually good at controlling his anger, and he has a lot of it.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Someone stops in front of us just as the situation is about to be visible to us. I look up to see Luke placing his hand on our shoulders. "You shouldn't go near."
"But what's going on?" I ask, already filled with worry. Then I notice his face, as well as the blood running down his cheek.
"Mel and Carter are there, don't worry." Luke tells me but it really doesn't do anything.
"I won't get involved, just let me see." I say and he looks at me with a warning look, but lets me through.
Just as I push through the people, I see Mel harshly grabbing Wes and pulling him away from the other guy, who is barely standing on his feet. Carter stands in front of him and starts pointing a finger at him while telling him something that sounds pretty scary. Then the three of them disappear from the circle. I feel a hand on my elbow and turn around to see Luke motioning at me to follow him. I go behind him and Hailey and we move behind the people and go up the stairs. We head towards Wes's apartment and once we get in I see all our friends standing around the boy sitting in the middle, with Carter by his side. I move towards him and crouch down next to the sofa.
"What's up, kitty?" He mumbles with a hard breath, his eyes barely opening, and I literally roll my eyes at him.
"If you thought you were gonna look good in blood, you don't." I say and see him smirk. This boy could fall off a plane and still pull that infamous smirk of his.
"You know what happened to Pinocchio when he lied." He shakes his finger at me, his hand completely covered in slits and bruises.
"Kat, you can stay with him, right? We have to solve some issues downstairs." Carter asks me and I look up at him with a confused look.
"What? Why me?"
"Why me?" Wes mocks me and it takes everything in me not to slap him right now.
"You can knock some sense into him. Please." Carter says, looking like he's in a hurry, and I let out a long sigh before nodding. They all exit the room, with Hailey smiling at me gently, and I'm left with this ball of sunshine. Hence the sarcasm.
"You know, the scars will look good." Wes continues to speak and by now I've figured out his state.
"Oh, so you're drunk." I pull a face and he laughs, confirming my theory. Great, now it's going to be ten times harder to babysit him. I just hope the others will come back soon.
"Alright. Stay here." I order and walk over to the kitchen, opening multiple cabinets in order to try and find the first aid kit. Once I spot it, I walk backto where Wes is sitting and examining his knuckles.
"Does it hurt?" I ask and kneel down beside him.
"Nah. Just stings a little." He answers and I'm glad he can give me a proper one, because my nerves are short and I don't have the strength to bicker with him.
I nod and place my hand on his forehead, gently moving his hair away. The cut above his eyebrow seems to be the worst and it looks like it's still bleeding. In that moemnt I realise I've lied when I said blood doesn't look good on him. His eyes flutter and close as I take a gauze pad and carefully dab around the wound.
"So what happened?" I simply ask, taking a couple bandaids from the box. I am not an expert in this and this is definitely my first time dealing with such wounds so I'm doing what I've heard and seen. I start opening the first bandaid when Wes speaks up.
"None of your business."
I stop opening the bandaid for a second, pulling myself together so I don't blow up at him. I have no reason to, which is why I continue doing what I was doing, not even meeting his eye. I place the bandaid so it brings his skin closer and from the corner of my eye I can see him looking to his right, focused on nothing in particular. That's when his eyes transfer to mine and he sighs.
"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He says and despite being stunned by the fact that he actually apologised, I take a second bandaid from the box.
"Katherine." He mutters and I look away from him, focusing on the bandaid.
"You're actually right." I speak in a nonchalant tone, being completely honest. I place the second one and move to a third one. Three should be enough, I think. "I was just being too curious."
"No, well, yes." He stops and smiles. "But I shouldn't have said it like that." He says just as I stick the last one on.
"I'll get you some ice for your hands." I stand up.
After putting the kit back where it belongs and grabbing some ice, I go back to the living room. I hand Wes the ice and use a soaked cloth to wash away the blood from his busted knuckles. He flinches a little, but lets me finish. He looks exhausted with the way he's holding his head bowed down.
"You should go and sleep." I tell him and he looks up at me before standing up. I have to raise my chin the moment he passes my height, now looking down at me.
"I won't be able to sleep with this headache." He says, a sigh escaping his lips.
"Do you guys have anything for it?" I point to the kitchen, but he immediately shakes his head.
"We ran out of it."
"Maybe we have -"
"Just, come here." He mutters, breaking my sentence, and grabs my wrist while turning to walk towards his room. I panic for a second and it increases when we enter and I remember the one time I spent a night in here.
Wes swiftly pulls his shirt over his head and now most of his tattoos are visible to me. The eagle on his left shoulder, an outline of Australia on the left side of his chest, a clock showing six o'clock on his hand, as well as his new life tattoo above it. And what I notice are the two small lightnings just above the waistline of his jeans. I look up at him and he smirks when he catches me staring. I don't even care, as I walk over to him and place my finger against the new found tattoo.
"For Sophia and me." He explains, his voice low only for me to hear.
"Why the lightnings?"
"We're both very aggressive, but we hit rarely." He says and I look up at him with a scoff escaping. He only smirks at the sound, his eyes lazily raking down my body. It makes me nervous so I take a small step back.
"How is she?" I ask, trying to ease the tension that has formed.
"Fine, I guess. She found her true love after all, right?" He opens the closet and grabs a pair of shorts. In a second he pulls his pants down and my eyes go wide. I knew he was well built, but I never saw all of it. The fact that I see him in boxers now does not help my situation.
"She's just under stress and keeps calling me every day. I don't know why she needs my approval for fucking everything because she is clearly handling it on her own." He says, pulling his shorts on. I am sort of relieved, but also, a little disappointed.
"How's the groom?" I sit down on the bed, not even knowing what to do. I hear a small scoff from Wes before he starts placing his clothes back in the closet.
"Honestly, I didn't think they would come this far. She could've found someone less of a pussy." He mutters and I chuckle.
"He's probably treating her right." I say.
"He better be." Wes says and crawls on the bed next to me. He lays down while I keep on sitting, currently feeling like my skin is on fire.
"Otherwise he'd be ten feet under."
I spin around to face him and see that he's already looking my way. His eyes look tired, but I see the small spark in them. The same spark that I've been seeing for a couple days now. The moment he moves to sit up, my breathing becomes shallow and my chest starts booming. He leans in and uses his hands to pull me closer. I am paralyzed and can barely do anything, and I gasp when he grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me in his lap, each of my legs on his sides. His messy hair once again falls over his forehead and his blue eyes pierce into mine, sending more than enough electricity through them.
My mouth opens slightly when I feel his hand move under my shirt, teasingly flowing over my skin. He moves them up and down, so slowly, and I place my hands on his chest, unable to keep myself steady. Then, ever so carefully, he brings them towards my loose shorts and pulls a hand down inside them, grabbing my butt and squeezing gently. My breathing has quickened and I bite my lips. The entire time he's holding eye contact with me, which makes me see dots by how hypnotized I get.
His lips part and in that moment I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest. Without waiting, he crashes his lips on mine, so hungrily and aggressively I instantly pull my hands in his soft hair. His hands roam over my body as he grabs my behind just before moving the the hook of my bra. I feel my heart starting to fasten when a small sound is heard as he unclasps the hook.
I slip my toungue and he makes a sound in the back of his throat. He then runs his hands over the hem of my shirt and easily pulls it over my head, breaking the kiss. We both stare at each other for a couple seconds, probably just then realizing the situation that we are in. My mind swirls with questions and doubts and I know he notices, because he tries to distract me by taking one of my straps and with a smirk, he pulls it down, now leaving me half naked. Unfortunately, it works, because I feel myself wishing for more. He examines me for a while, which makes me feel uncomfortable, which is why I move away from his lap and pull on his shorts.
He doesn't say anything, but he looks satisfied as he grabs me again, quickly removing my own shorts as well. Now in nothing but panties, I start to feel awkward despite my current desires. He probably realises how I feel because he starts to kiss my neck and my chin and I can't help but sigh everytime his lips leave a mark on me.
Interrupting the calmness, he spins us over so fast my head hits the pillow harshly. He leans over me to the side and pulls out a wrapper fron the nightstand. I keep telling myself to leave, stop what I'm doing, but the moment he pulls my panties down, I forget about everything. As he throws his own boxers on the bedroom floor, he places the condom on and hovers over me, his eyes full of lust.
"I. Want. This." He says, making sure every word is emphasized. His tone is seductive and low, making my body shiver. "The question is, do you?"
There I am, laying under my sworn enemy, completely naked with eagerness filling my mind. I don't think about how I got here, how this happened, but only about what's about to happen.
"Yes." I breathe out, my voice barely audible. Wes's eyes sparkle so wickedly I almost get scared, before he enters me slowly.
I moan as he starts to fasten the pace, making me hold onto his biceps. I hear him groan, moving even faster and I bite my lips hard. He looks at me and his eyes focus on my lips, quickly leaning down and biting them himself. He releases and places his head in my neck, his fast breaths so close to my ear.
It's something I never thought would happen, but now I wrap my legs around him and close my eyes in pleasure.