Her brown haired was slightly curled as it bounced around her face, framing her features perfectly. Those chocolate colored eyes that were brimming with emotion and joy at this very moment. Her bright red lips, courtesy of her most favorite brand of lipstick. The slight blush to her cheeks, thanks to the small dose of alcohol that was running through her veins.
That small dose of alcohol that you couldn't help but despise.
She wasn't the type of person to usually be at this kind of place, in the kind of state that she was in. No, she was one of the good ones. One of the ones who obeyed the rules and got good grades. Not the type to be found dancing in a darkened basement with people she didn't know and music blaring at levels that could shatter glass. Not the type of person who should have any form of alcohol in their system, or even think about alcohol at all. She was the embodiment of good.
A person entirely opposite from you.
Yet you had dragged her here, even when she didn't want to. When she knew that all it would lead to was trouble. And she had been right. It had turned into trouble. She had taken a drink with alcohol on accident, and by the time you found her again and was able to tell, she was too far gone to care. Not completely wasted, but definitely loosened up. And you hated it. Had it been anyone else, you wouldn't have cared. But it was her. And it was your fault.
So now you watch, at the corner of the room, keeping an eye on her at all times, yet giving her space. You want her to have some fun, but you don't want her to go overboard. She hadn't drunken anything else. Hadn't gotten too close to anyone. Not yet. But you know it was inevitable. With someone looking like she did, it wouldn't take long.
Bingo.
"Hey there, pretty girl." Despite the loud music, you can hear them perfectly clear, and its making your blood boil. "Care to dance?" He looks like a slimeball, and you know he's a slimeball. Jefree Anderson; the local bad-boy of the town. Dates girls left and right and cheats on all of them. Girls are like candy to him, and boy does he have a sweet tooth.
And he's talking to her.
You watch her giggle as she pushes a stray strand of brown hair back behind her ear, her blush growing, no longer from just the alcohol. You don't even realize that your hands are balled up in fists next to your side as you watch the two.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing all by her lonesome?" He moves closer to her and your eyes instantly narrow into slits. "How about you come with me."
That's when you step in.
You glide effortlessly through out the crowd, getting between them in an instant. Putting a hand on his chest, you push him back a little ways, a dangerous smile playing on your lips. "Sorry pal, I have to get her home on time." And with that, your already tugging her behind you as you weave your way through the crowd, heading towards the door.
"What did ya do that for?" She manages to string her words together to form a question.
You simply shake your head, glad that your finally outside, breathing in a large breath of fresh air. "Trust me, you'll thank me for this tomorrow when you wake up." Is all you have to say to her.
She sighs in irritation at you, unsure if what your saying is true or not. Probably too tired to care one way or the other.
"Now, how about I get you home. Spencer's long asleep by now." That much was true. It was a little past one in the morning and Spencer slept like a rock. Thank god. She didn't want to know what would happen if she brought her home like she was now, reaking of alcohol.
Once more you grabbed her slender hand, leading her to your small and crappy subcompact car. "Lets get you home and cleaned up."
