Chapter 13 - Super sexy!
Samantha was giving me weird, creepy smiles just before we entered the warehouse. Every time I would catch her glancing my way, she would swiftly turn the other direction, pretending to look at herself in the window reflection.
What is she up too? Was the first thought that popped up into my head.
I narrowed my eyes, suspiciously.
Chad was taking awfully long just to get his keys out to open the door. I rolled my eyes when he faintly moaned from the so-called-pain he was having. I got annoyed watching a crippled trying to open a door. So I snatched the keys out of his hands and shoved him to the side to open the door. When it opened I throw Chad a smirk, which he returned with a 'don't give me that look' face.
I zoomed to the kitchen and happily plunked myself onto the phony marble counter, and waited eagerly for Chad.
Again he took his time walking to the kitchen, even though it was literally ten feet away from the front door! He seriously reminded me of an old aged man by the way he was crouching his back and holding his stomach like a girl with cramps.
I let out a giggle, and immediately placing my hand to my mouth before more came out, and trust me, I had very unkind comments to throw at Chad.
I bit my tongue, trying very hard not to laugh.
"Chad you look constipated" Samantha suddenly said.
That's when I exploded and laughed a full-on belly laugh with Samantha.
"Come on girls, give Chad a tampon" Clayton joked, playfully punching Chad in the shoulder.
Chad scowled and frowned at me. Yes, me! Why? I have no idea!
"What?" I asked innocently. I pointed to Clayton "He's the one that said it" I shrugged and bit my lips, trying really hard to hide my smile.
"I know, but you were thinking it" Clayton made his voice into a girly voice and pouted playfully.
"Isn't that line from the movie, white chicks?" Samantha asked, sitting on the edge of the couch.
Clayton playfully frowned. "Oh no girl, don't make me have a BF!" he threatened. His tone was serious, along with his face until he smiled and we all started to giggle.
"Guys you're not helping!" Chad moaned, deepening his frown.
Suddenly he pulled out a white box that was the size of a hand, out of his back pocket and pull out a slim paper stick that had a light beige color at the tips.
I gasped.
"Dude, is that a cigarette?" I pointed to his hand that was holding a cigarette.
He was in too much pain to reply, so he rolled his eyes and slide down the nearby wall. He took out a lighter and lite the cigarette. Inhaling it with pleasure from the look he was giving, to no one in particular.
I watched as his adam apple bobbed up and down each time he inhaled and exhaled. Oh how he looked friken' hot as a smoker!
A small cocky grin appeared at his lips, before covering it up with another drag of the cigarette. "Thanks for the nice complement" he smugly said.
I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. "Stop reading my thoughts, Chad. If I were you I would shut off the mind reading before I shut it off for you" I angrily threatened.
We locked eyes.
His greenish-blue eyes staring deep into mine. Giving me a warm blissful feeling.
"How would you intend to shut off my mind reading?" he asked in a bored tone.
Still frowning I said "I'll make you get so sick of reading my mind that you would beg me to stop" I matched his bored tone, with a smirk.
He swiftly got up, without looking like he was in pain, and in a blink of an eye he was gone. I looked around and heard some shuffling behind me. I turned in my spot on the counter top and saw Chad scratch into one of the kitchen draws. He then took out the same cleaver as last time he cut off his arm with, and stood next to me. In one swift movement, without hesitation, he sliced off his arm.
Blood spattered everywhere.
The intoxicating smell hit me.
I felt my eyes start to burn up.
My teeth started to poke my bottom lip.
I looked at the arm with lustful eyes.
My gaze moved to Chad that was just staring at his arm, like it was the most important thing in this world.
His gaze met mine and we locked eyes.
He looked at me as if he was trying to find something inside of me. That or he just liked the view!
I wasn't quite certain how it happened that one moment he was about five feet way and now an inch away from me, taking his finger and wiping a little bit of his blood off my lips. His touch gave me shivers that I hid. His deep gaze was now heating me up inside. His face was so close to mine that if I just move slightly I would have his soft, full lips together on mine. But what was not helping my self-control was the fact that his flesh and blood was filling my nostrils with a sweet, honey smell that made my eyes burn ever more.
I mentally snapped out of my trance when Chad suddenly moved away and started to stare at his arm again.
After a long blissful silents--note the sarcasm, I spoke "Why do you always cut off your arm? Why not a leg or finger? And also, why do I have to eat it? Can't you just cut off your arm then dispose it?" I curiously asked. "The poison would still be gone out of your system, either way" my tone was husky and low, probably because I was dying to get my teeth into his arm. And because I really was curious to get answers out, so I could understand better. And... Because I still could feel his gentle touch on my lips, slowly fading away.
He exhaled a frustrated breath and sighed.
"Everything you need to know is on--"Â he paused and quickly glanced my way. "Never mind" he muttered to himself. "Look, just eat and enjoy ok" was what all he said before giving his arm a frown and then zooming out the house.
I lifted my eyebrow up with confusion.
Damn! I cursed. I was this close to the answer, yet he has to make it seem so darn obvious that his hiding something from me!
A sudden thought popped into my head.
Maybe if I get him drunk at the party tonight, he will tell me everything that I really need to know!
I smiled evilly and rubbed my hands together, silently laughing an evil witch laugh inside my head, to myself.
Only after a few far distant thoughts about pony's and rainbows, I snapped out of my master plan and weird day dreaming and scanned the lounge area to find it empty. No one was in it. Samantha and Clayton must be upstairs doing what I can only predicted was what they always did.
I frowned and felt a tab bit of jealously building up inside of me.
To get my mind off Clayton, I turned back to Chad's arm and felt that burning sensation arise. Boiling my insides; making my throat tingle and water with hunger.
In one swift motion I snatched the arm and sank my teeth into it, feeling the warm, soft, yummy texture slide down my throat. I licked my fingers after I was sadly was done with my feast. Waiting for two day without something you desperately need and want, was definitely worth waiting for!
The thought of Chad popped into my head again.
Why was he so--so, strange? Like one moment he would be sweet to me, then the next he would be so close to me, almost like he was going to kiss me, then he would suddenly distance himself and run away!
"Hey there" someone suddenly said.
There, in-front of my gaze stood Samantha, with smudged blood all over her face and hands.
I smiled wryly. "Hey Samantha, what's up" I casually asked.
She held up her hands to show me Clayton's blood. "You enjoy yours?" she referred to Chad. IÂ nodded. "Don't you think that that was like the best fucking meal you've ever eaten?" she didn't give me a change to reply as she made her way to where I sat, on the counter, and sat next to me. "Like better than pizza, or salad, or McDonalds" she listed on her bloody fingers.
I chuckled. "Better than Ben & Jerry's, better than smoothies, better than chocolate" I started to list on my bloody fingers. If someone had to walk in her they would think we murdered someone from the spattered blood all over the kitchen and all over Samantha's and my hands and face.
"Mmm definitely! Although, I kinda do miss tasting coffee, but I will not give it up if I had to choose between Clayton or coffee" she nodded in agreement to herself.
I chuckled. "Definitely" I muttered. Hell yes I would choose Clayton over coffee! Oh, wait was I supposed to be thinking of Chad's offering than Clayton's?
"So..." Samantha reached for her ponytail and played with it, making blood smudge onto her blonde hair. "You wanna shower first or should I? I mean we can't go to Mernie's looking like road kill" she laughed.
I nodded.
"You go shower first, I insist" yeah, she probably takes like five hours in the shower from how her hair is always so soft and shiny.
She gave me a smile and jumped of the counter.
"You know, if I knew you before I would have been best friends with you. You're really nice" she shrugged and turned her heel towards the passage.
I watched her blonde hair swish out of sight as she took a corner. I was confused to why she would suddenly act so nice to me. Normally I would get harass by one of her minions in the bathroom with permanent marker. But now, since I become someone different to whom I used to be; now people are looking at me with respect.
Have I finally become something I always wanted, always dreamed about, always envied?
I'm I--popular?
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"Are you sure we can't go someplace else?" I begged Samantha.
Samantha turned in her seat and gave me a weird look. "Why?" she asked curiously.
I frowned and shrugged. "Just because I'll rather like to go someplace else" ok, that was the worst excuse ever, but I had to say something! And that's the only thing I could come up with.
"Right..." she sarcastically said. Her eyes went slightly big and she turned to look at me again. "You're not... afraid to go to public places are you? I mean, I've never once seen you go anywhere were normal people go. Not that I'm saying you're not normal it's just--just you know"
I sighed. "A loner-loser" I said flatly, turning my gaze back to the road.
"Yeah, exactly".
After a few moments of silents she said "Why did you hide yourself away from everyone?"
"Because everyone seemed to ignore me so I decided to hell with you all, I'm going to finish up my time at high school and move to LA to go to college there" I shrugged. Clearly I did care that everyone just ignored me. But I'm kinda used to it now-- kinda.
"That's because you made yourself an easy target Sasha. You just let other people walk over you. You just gave up and not stand your ground to take a fight"
I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah well that was before. Now people look at me with respect, for once" I muttered.
Samantha nodded. "True, you are the biggest talk of school. For now" she winked and laughed.
We pulled up in-front of the bar/restaurant of Mernie's and parked under a big shaded tree. She had already got out of the car, were I was still sitting in my seat, nervously trying to look inside for one particular person. Suddenly my door was opened and Samantha put both her hands on her hips, with a playful frown on her pretty face.
"Get out" she smiled.
I hesitated.
She pulled at my arm, yanking it, making my stumble out the car.
I groaned.
I dusted myself off, stalling sometime that I knew would only cause Samantha to get more impatient and force me through the front doors.
She pulled me to an empty table that was situated in the middle of the room.
"Great" I murmured to myself as all eyes were on us.
I sat down and immediately looked around.
The place hasn't change once from over a year, since I last worked here.
I know from working here and all that this place wasn't just what everyone would assume, that it was a grumpy, old, miserable bar that old men came too because they did not have any other place to go. Well, yes there are one or two old people here at the bar, but the rest was teenagers. Teenagers that went mostly to my high school or two others, and maybe if youâre lucky you would see some college guys and girls. Small town!
The reason why teenagers always hanged out here at Mernie's was because, for one; they had a surround system that bleared latest music. For two; you did not need an ID or drivers license to buy alcohol, limit was limitless. For third; beer was five dollars for two mugs.
So yeah, if you weren't here at Mernie's than you were a loser.
People started walking up to our table and grabbing some chairs to join us. I lifted my eyebrow at Samantha but she was just smiling and saying "Hey guys" to everyone. Obviously used to this kind of attention!
"Sup Sam, sup Sasha" people started to say, probably like five hundred times. I lost count after I took my cell phone out and pretended someone was phoning me.
To my surprise, someone was trying to phone me. My phone flashed up saying that I had eighty three missed calls and a hundred and seventy one messages.
I shook my head and blinked a couple of times. Re-reading what flashed on my screen.
"Someone has a possessive boy toy" Samantha said, peering over her seat to look at what I was doing. "A hundred and seventy one messages! Jeesh" she whistled.
I looked up and everyone at our table was all looking at me, smiling like idiots.
I mentally rolled my eyes.
"So Sasha, what are you ganna have to drink?" Samantha's minion asked.
It was like everyone was dying to know what I was going to drink because everyone moved there head's closer to me to hear what I was going to say.
I cleared my throat "Er--mayyybeee..." I hesitated and turned to Samantha. My eyes begging her for help. I didn't know jack-shit about alcohol, and if I said that I wanted a soda then I would probably get laughed at.
She smiled and nodded. "Two double mixed vodka and redbull's please, and four shot glasses of fusion"
The waiter that I knew a little from working here smiled and wrote down the order before saying "Anything else you would like to order?"
Some random jockey guy said "Yeah would like the same, but add on two beers and a batch of brownies and a double rib burger and fries" he turned to everyone else "Ok that was for me, what you guys getting?"
Everyone laughed, some high fiving him, and others--well were still laughing, even though that wasn't really funny. The buff jockey was clearly a pig! Was pig popular?
After everyone ordered what they wanted, the jockey guy took out a thick, white long stick that looked like a cigarette, just with no brown filter.
He lite it up and blow the smoke in my face and smiled.
Rude!
Although I could not smell the cigarette or taste it in my lungs I knew that it was not a cigarette but a weed-joint. Ok, I'll admit that the guy next to him said "Is that a cheese joint?"
Samantha took the joint and inhaled it.
I don't think she knows that we can't even get drunk. Not after the twentieth drink that is. So smoking a joint wouldn't hurt, like Chad said yesterday.
I took the joint from Samantha and copied exactly what she did when she inhaled it. It felt like I was inhaling soft air. No taste, no feeling, no anything! Big surprise! --note the sarcasm.
I past it back to the jockey-pig were he just smiled and said "You're a natural. Was that the first time you smoked a joint?"
I grinned and moved closer to him, seeing as he was right next to me "To tell you the truth, yes that was my first, but there's always a first for everything right?" I whispered seductively in his ear.
He literally shivered and when I looked to his face he was as red as a tomato.
"Are you blushing?" I asked with amusement. I love love love LOVE teasing people!
As if his cheeks couldn't go any redder.
Everyone laughed.
I forgot that everyone was watching my every move, like I was a celebrity. Which I clearly wasn't! Thanks but I'm just Sasha that was born here, raised by a witch and dyed three days ago and came back as a beauty.
Shortly after Samantha insisted on paying for the drinks, which was clearly a waste of money really, everyone left Mernie's to get ready for the party at Steven's house. So the cute looking blonde guy was named Steven? Not bad!
It was weird that I would be drinking with Samantha and her clique, then going shopping with her for party clothes, then drive to the party with her. It was like we've known each other since children.
Although I did hate her when I was still friends with Emily, were we used to talk bad about her and her friends, saying that they're fake and phony. Don't have really breasts. Don't have really long hair, or they don't have real straight, perfect noses. But truth be told, they were really nice! I know that it's common that once you become popular everyone will look at you different and treat you like a royal, but the poplars' were actually done to earth kind of people. Kinda stuck up when it came to named brand clothes but really, they were too nice to people that wanted to have a chat to them.
We dressed in the changing rooms of one of the clothing stores at the famous Mall.
Samantha chose to wear a sleek, black mini, boob-cube cocktail dress that had three slits in the front that showed off a lot of skin from the front and back. Her hair was straight, as always, and she wore glittery, silver high heels and a matching clutch bag.
She looked stunning.
It was my turn to get dresses so I chose a purple, mini cocktail dress that shaped my curves perfectly. The front showed a lot of cleavage--and I was complaining! I wore a bikers, slim, half jacket that had fake diamond studs on the collars, which matched my black, biker high heels.
I looked HOT!
We first had to pick up some of Samantha's minion's, then we all drove to Steven's party feeling anticipated from the loud music that Samantha was playing.
I was mainly more excited than the rest of Samantha's minion's because truthfully I have never been to a real party before. Hell, the closes thing I've experienced to a party was the outside of it and the blearing music! You can thank Chad for that!
Now I was going to go to a real party. Experiencing a normal teenager's life. Drinking with people you don't know. Dancing without pants on. Laughing and falling around on everyone you walk passed.
I always wanted to be like in the movies.
I always wanted to be the popular, pretty hot girl that kissed random guys and getting random numbers.
Drinking anything in your line of site.
Now, now I can finally have all of that. And I'm never going to give it up. EVER!
Samantha's music was getting mixed with the loud music booming from Steven's house. His house was average. Not to rich like Clayton's and not to poor like a hobo's. Crowds of teenagers, I have never seen before, all walking or standing around, talking to each other. Some were dancing to the music, others were passed out on the lawn.
As if I couldn't wait any longer, I opened up the car, impatiently waiting for Samantha's car to stop. Once stopped I swiftly jumped out and slammed the door shut before making my way, passed everyone, to the door that was wide open.
If I had a heart, it would be beating wickedly at this moment as this moment was the first, but not the last, time I stepped into a energetic party.
The phase 'Making an entrance' was definitely on my side, as I stepped into the lounge, the song changed to Who's that chick - Rihanna.
Feel the adrenaline
Moving under my skin
It's an addiction
such an eruption
Sound is my remedy
Feeding me energy
Music is all I need
Baby I just wanna dance
I don't really care
I just wanna dance
I don't really care.. care.. care
(You can feel it in the air... yeah)
She's been a crazy dita
Disco fever and you wonder
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? Who's that chick? (3x)
I didn't care who was watching me, even though ever last person seemed to stop and look at me, and made me way to the dance floor and started dancing like I've never danced before.
Back on the dance floor better not to take me home
Bass kicking so hard blazing through my beating heart
French kissing on the floor, heart is beating hardcore
Heard everybody is getting a little tipsy off the crazy juice
This will end up on the news
Baby I just wanna dance
I don't really care
I just wanna dance
I don't really care.. care.. care
(You can feel it in the air.. yeah)
She's been a crazy dita
Disco fever and you wonder
Who's that chick? who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?
I'll try to set you up, the night has got me love
sprung
I won't stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum
Oh, oh oh, oh woah, oh oh
I'll try to set you up, the night has got me love
sprung
I won't stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum
Beating like a disco drum
Beating like a disco drum
Beating like a disco drum
She's been a crazy dita
Disco fever and you wonder
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? Who's that chick?
When the song finished another song played. I've never heard it before but that did not stop me from dancing more wildly from the bass that was booming through the house and into my ears.
I loved it!
I loved everything about parties!
No one can keep me away, even if I have to kill them!
The cat finally came out from its hiding place, ready to explore. And boy, let me tell you, I'm ready to explore!
The music was filling my up with so much adrenaline that when I opened my eyes, I was dancing in the middle with everyone facing me, dancing and copying my moves.
OMG I got killer moves!
Did dying come along with a hot, smoking' body, super speed and killer moves???
I was getting squeezed by a group of guys that were all dance-humping me. I liked it, it was new to me and all, but I kinda was getting boxed in. Plus when I looked passed one cute looking guy, my eye caught a familiar face in the crowd, looking directly at me. He was leaning against the wall, looking super sexy as always, but with a usual frown on his handsome face.
Why was Chad always frowning? Was my question that frustrated me at this point.
I pushed my way away from the horny, drooling guys and thought; to hell what I do at a party! Everyone's doing their own thing so why can't I?
I walked and took off my jacket and though it in the air. It surprised me that people started to run and grab for it as if it was a million dollar jacket worn by bill gates!
Then I jumped up onto the small, mini, round stage that was in the middle of the dance floor--the lounge area, and start to dance around the gold, solid pole. I've seen in movies that this was what pretty girls did to get money from guys at a strip club. I wasn't doing it for the money but for the fun of it!
It came naturally to me that I somehow new all the moves how to dance on a strip pole.
All the guys were all surrounding me and shouting "Take it off!" and "Yeah baby, show us what you got!" and "Why don't you give my pole a ride"
I just smiled and continued to swing and slide on the pole as if I've been doing this for a career. Which was a lie. But no one needs to know that!
I really was having fun, up until someone rudely placed two hands on my waist and pull me off the pole and into someone's arms.
I already knew who it was, from his addictive honey scent, so I didn't need to look up at his face.
My predictions were that he was frowning and scowling at me! Me, yes me. Why? I have no idea, really, what goes inside of his head.
He carried me to the kitchen were there were a few people in there, having a nice chat, up until Chad walked in and had to be the party popper, he is, and rudely tell them to "GET OUT!"
When the kitchen was deserted, he placed me on top of the kitchen counter.
"Why the hell would you pull me away from my dancing? I was having fun!" I angrily asked him, crossing my arms over my chest with a frown.
He frowned, but never answered.
I sighed.
After a few moments I got bored of him just frowning at me so I made an attempt to get off the counter to get back to the party, but Chad quickly razed his hands and pushed me back down on the counter top.
I groaned.
"Chad, what is up with you? And why are you always frowning at me? What did I do to cause you to frown at me?" I asked, wanting answers and NOW!
"You think I enjoy having to hear from my close friends and some random people I hardly know that 'Oh have you seen that redhead chick? I've done her twice in the bathroom' and 'I did that wild redhead on the roof of the principals house'. So you see, do you think I enjoy hearing that?" he asked, still with that remaining frown on his handsome face.
God it was hard not to want to hug him for his cuteness!
I laughed.
That only caused him to deepen his frown.
"Why should you care? Just ignore your loser friends" I said heartlessly. And I meant what I said. He shouldn't care because it's just rumors! Silly old, immature rumors that only despite boys would come up with.
He moved closer to me.
"What if I don't want to ignore them?" his gaze fell to my lips before meeting my eyes again.
I shrugged.
I moved slightly closer. "Well then too bad for you" I replied and moved back.
We stared at each other for a long moment. Neither one of us blinking.
The vibe between us was not awkward, but frustrating.
Me, dying to know what he was thinking.
Him, well, I don't know what's frustrating him so I guess it's just me that's getting frustrated.
"I don't want anyone talking bad about you Sasha. You don't deserve to be treated like a... slut" his expression softening, yet his tone was dead on serious.
My lips pulled into a cocky grin. "What are you ganna do about it? Or shall I go and kill them?" I joked.
His eyes went big with surprise as if he believed my words were spoken truthfully, until I laughed at his expression and then he relaxed.
"Don't do that Sasha, I thought you were serious for a moment" he slightly smiled.
"Oh I was serious. Don't worry though, no one will find their bodies for at least two years, depending on how well they search" I shrugged, watching Chad's face dropped and go pale. I loved teasing!
I bursted out laughing, pointing my finger in his face, loving the face expression he gave me. Fricken priceless!
He went back to frowning again.
I stopped laughing and moved closer to his face, feeling the adrenaline still pumping in my body, yet something else was arising. Something familiar. "I think youâre really handsome, Chad" I looked down at his lips, wanting to kiss it. Of course I was only teasing him at that moment. I wouldn't ever think of saying he was handsome in a million years.
His adam apple bobbed up and down from nervousness.
Ha! I made Chad nervous! Wait, if I'm thinking all this now, how come he can't hear my thoughts? Hello? Chad? Can you hear me, hello? No? Ok...
"I want to--" I got cut off from someone suddenly enter the kitchen.
I looked over Chad's tall form to see the Chad 'mini me' look back at me with wide eyes.
"Oh hey Sasha, didn't know you were here" Roman nervously said, looking from me to Chad's head that was facing him, then back to me again.
Without looking, Chad groaned, eyes still locked on mine.
I slide of the counter, this time Chad didn't attempt to stop me, and happily run to Roman. I gave him a big, laughing hug "Nice to see a familiar face here, other than Chad's" I pulled away and grinned up at Roman's tall form, just like Chad's.
He scratched the back of his neck and smirked down at me.
"Hope I can make your time here worth it now" he said loud enough for Chad to hear.
I just laughed.
Typical brothers! So cocky at some times.
"Well lets find out" I replied with a wink.
He waved his hand back to the lounge behind him, "Shall we?"
"We shall" I entwined my arm in his and we left the kitchen.
We made it back to the crowded dance floor and started to work our way to the middle. I started dancing with random people I did not know, and then I found Roman and pulled him to the center. He grinded up against me and I moved my body closer to his. I shook my hair uncontrollably with the beat and laughed while doing it. Roman then took my hand and pulled me out from the dance area, to the couch's that was quite full with teenagers that were making out. He sat down on the only empty spot on the small couch and smiled up at me.
I folded my arms over my chest, playfully.
"Looks like your ganna have to sit on my lap babe" he smugly said with a cocky grin.
Who knew he could be more cocky than Chad!
I rolled my eyes and sat down on his lap.
He pulled my closer to him, were I was now inches away from his face. My hands both on his chest. My legs over his.
He moved to the side of my face and whispered into my ear "You look so beautiful" his tone was low, yet I managed to hear it over the loud music.
I smiled.
"Is this the line you use just to get a kiss from a girl?" I teased into his ear.
"No, just the few girls that I really like" he smirked.
"So you sure you don't want that kiss?" I asked in a low, seductive tone. One that always sent tingles and shivers to all the guys I've send it to.
He shivered, which pleased me.
At that moment the music dyed and a microphone was being tested.
Oh god, I hope it's not a karaoke contest!
I smiled at that memory of when Chad took me to a random person's wedding and I had to start singing in-front of everyone.
"Hey guys, thanks' for coming out to my birthday party--"
"--yeah, whaoo!" some random guys cheered from the crowd.
Steven smiled and raised his bottle of beer into the air. "So to give thanks to everyone that came, a special thanks to a girl that I really like, this party wouldn't be the same without her" cute Steven turned to scan the crowd. A few hands went up, along with more "Whaoo's" then his eyes stopped on mine. Yes, mine!
He suddenly smiled. "And this special someone better get her sexy butt up here, come on up Sasha!" he motioned for me, yes I'll repeat, me to come up on stage, well the mini strip pole stage.
I was froze, still sitting on Roman's lap. If I didn't get up right now then I would seem rude. Plus what motivated me to get up was that everyone was looking at me and smiling.
The crowd moved as I walked thought the crowd to the mini stage, were I got lifted up by jockey-grinning guys.
I awkwardly looked at all the people looking at me, then to cute Steven that was looking at me with hopeful eyes. I hope he was drunk so that he won't remember this tomorrow!
"To you Sasha" he raised his bottle of beer to me. Me realizing I don't have any drink on me, until someone put a bottle in my hand.
I smiled and raised my bottle with the rest of the party and gently swinged it, to connect with Steven's beer. But... I guess I did not swing it gently enough, as it broke as it connected with mine.
How embarrassing! Totally, totally stupid Sasha! S-T-U-P-I-D!
I innocently grinned at Steven, where he looking down to the glass at his feet, then to his empty hand, then to me.
A smile reached his lips and he laughed, along with the rest of the crowd of teens.
Ok, so I got away from this a little easily than I expected. I was hoping that he was going to give me a weird look and then--
Suddenly my mind went blank as soon as Steven smashed his lips onto mine.
One moment everyone was laughing from my little incident, the next people started to cheer and then the music came back on again.
I wasn't even trying to kiss him back because, well, it just didn't feel right. From him, he was trying to stick his tongue down my throat while pressing me closer to him. I have never kissed anyone--anyone with tongue before so if I sucked then you know why!
He broke off the kiss, but then started to kiss me again. I moved my head sideways so he could kiss my cheek instead. He didn't seemed to mind my obvious un-attraction towards him, he just continued to kiss me but on my neck. Nibbling.
It's not that he was ugly. He had a really cute face with scruffy blonde hair that lazily covered him right eye. He just wasn't for me. If that makes any sense?
I scanned the room to find someone in particular. Nope, he wasn't there! Damn! Well actually I'm glad because I didn't want him to see me kiss Steven!
Wait why would I not want Chad to see me kiss Steven? Why would I even think that? Chad's nothing to me but my food!
I mentally snapped out of my irritating thoughts of Chad and took Steven's hand. I jumped of stage which he also did, and followed me upstairs.
It was like my mind and my feet had its mind of its own. Caring me upstairs uncontrollably and leading me and Steven to the bathroom. What was I thinking, taking Steven to the bathroom! I don't need to use the toilet anymore since I died, so why I'm I taking us there?
His chest was moved closer to my shoulder, while with his free hand he stroked my loose hair. Probably he was thinking it was seductive. Not.
"Where's your bathroom?" I asked, even though my six senses was telling me, and luring me to the fourth door upstairs.
He started kissing my neck.
"That one" he pointed to the fourth door, which I just said was that bathroom.
I eagerly pulled him to the door and opened it. In their sat Chad.
He sat on the edge on the bath tub, with his hands crossed over his chest, looking at the now opened door.
He smiled at me, but it never reached his eyes.
"Close the door" he said, well, more like an order because I suddenly had no control over my body and shut the door behind Steven and I.
Steven looked at Chad then to me. "Let's go someplace else" he started to move back but Chad lifted his hand to somehow made him stop to a halt.
"Please, stay, I insist" he chuckled to himself.
He turned to me next. "Ok, this is you first training lesson and its going to be your last. Number one; you will get me a human. Two; you will find me wherever I am. Three; if I'm not happy with your choice of selection then you will have to get me another one. Four; you will leave me during time of feeding. Five; you will guard the door with your life. Number six; if you have questions then keep them to yourself. Ok that pretty much sums it up" he flatly listed on his fingers. He stood up and walked towards me, but not to close but at a few feet "Do you agree?"
"Shouldn't you be talking to me alone and not when your dinner is in the same room?" I stated.
"Look at me, I'm a fucking vampire Sasha. I can erase there memory" he arrogantly pointed to his head, giving me a stupid look.
I rolled my eyes. He didn't have to be so--
"--mean?" he finished off my sentence. I frowned, ready to argue about reading my thought's when he moved closer to me, closing the distance between us. "Well guess what? To fucking bad" he hissed and rudely shoved me out of the way.
If I had a heart that beat, it would have ache at this moment of pure arrogance and selfishness. Who was this Chad? Whoever it was, I clearly did not like him at ALL!
He weirdly sniffed Steven's neck. His eyes going blood shot red and his fangs extending out. They still looked pretty fake to me compared to Clayton's.
He turned to me and frowned. "Yet. Out. Now!" he angrily ordered though gritted teeth.
Yup, I definitely hated this Chad!
Without hesitation I opened the bathroom door and stepped out, slamming the door shut with so much force I thought it was going to break into a million pieces.
Yes, I was pissed at Chad! And NO, I'm not going to forgive him after this!
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