It happened a little too fast. I was dancing. I was dancing well, judging from the looks I was getting. It's been months since I last danced in front of people, except Sam. Sam loved to see me dance, but I refused to in front of people anymore because he got in a lot more fights with people not wanting to keep there grimy hands off of me!

But I had to admit, I really missed dancing and people missed me. I was doing my thing, when Demetri started grinding all over me from behind. I kind of shrugged it off and moved away from him. That is until he grabbed me by my waist, forced one of my arms behind his neck and kissed me, still swaying our bodies to the music.

My body froze and my heart... I swear I heard it shatter. Who did this man think he was and why did he think he could just kiss me? In my town, that shows ownership over a girl. I'm not owned by him! I still belong to Sam! So I did what any other teenage girl would do... I did 'the face'. If you don't know what the face is, broaden your inner youtube: How to avoid people you don't want to talk to- Jenna Marbles.

So anyway, next thing I know, I see a flash and Demetri is on the ground with Paul on top of him. Paul got one punch in before Demetri was somehow on top of Paul and punched him in the face. Then Demetri stood up and brushed himself off. Paul stood up and glared at him.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Demetri growled.

Paul said nothing. He just looked me over, scanning over my body to make sure I wasn't physically hurt. The emotional stuff he'd deal with later. My eyes were watering involuntarily and Paul's gaze snapped back to Demetri with a glare.

"Oh no! This is hysterical," Demetri laughed." You're not actually in love with her are you?"

Everyone's eyes were on us. I blushed a nice beautiful scarlet red and Paul's glare hardened.

"Really dude, you had to be all up on this one?" Paul growled.

"Why not? She's hot" Demetri smirked.

"Yeah!" a crowd of guys said.

They all laughed, as Paul just stood there pissed off. I hated to see their smug faces. I hated that Demetri somehow got everyone wrapped around his finger. So I did the only thing I could think of.

I bent down, took my high heels off, stood up slowly and threw them at Demetri. He caught them with one hand. Too bad. He looked down at them and then looked down at me and my bare feet.

"I think you dropped these." he smirked

"No, I threw them, wanting to cause damage." I said menacingly.

A couple people actually stepped back, trying to avoid getting hit from any other flying objects I may throw. But Demetri, didn't look even half as bothered. In fact, he just smirked at me.

Bt I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of giving him more attention, so I walked away, leaving my shoes with Demetri. The music started up again, something I didn't notice is that it actually stopped during our little encounter. I heard footsteps behind me and I spun around defensively.

"It's me. Are you ok?" Paul asked

Instead of answering, I picked up a beer and chugged it down.

"Be my designated driver?" I asked.

"Isabella, I think you've had enough for tonight." Paul warned.

"Sto...Sto... Oh the floor." I giggle as I fell over. "Stop being such a party pooper."

" Come on, Bells. Let's get you home." he said taking me by my arm.

"No! I don't want to leave yet!" I yank my arm from his grasp, but he glares at me and yanks it back harder. I throw myself on the ground and cross my arms like a toddler.

"Come on, Isabella!" Paul said trying to lift me, but not succeeding.

"Hey man, what's up with her?" A voice asked. It sounded familiar, but at the moment I could care less if it belonged to Santa Claus. The only thing that mattered was my continuous presence at this party.

"Go away, Demetri." Paul growled.

Dememtri? Just the person I wanted to see.

"Hey!" I yelled.

"Hey." he responded in shocked amusement, then turned to Paul "Is she drunk?"

"Yeah and I'm trying to get her home, now excuse me."

"I got her. I'll drive her home. You get Jessica." Demetri said, picking me up.

"No put her down! You've done enough helping." Paul said, but he seemed to be fading as Demetri walked away. And that's when my brain started to catch up and remember my shoes.

"I want my shoes!" I screamed, kicking and thrashing.

"I got your shoes." Demetri responded not affected." Now stop squirming before you make yourself sick"

Too late. I moved to the side but not quick enough, before I puked my guts up, all over his nice shoes. I smiled at that thought.

"I... I puked on your shoes." I giggled.

"Yeah I know!" he snapped, "Now chill out."

I remained silent for a moment realizing he was upset, but that was it. One measly moment of silence was all he got. Apparently when I'm drunk, I become Chatty Cathy.

"You got to admit, you kind of deserved it." I said bluntly. What is wrong with me?

"Is that so?" He asked, sounding slightly amused.

"Yep! Kissing on unstable girls. You should be ashamed." I said. Shut up!

"I didn't kiss anyone unstable." he said, staring into my eyes.

"Uh huh, you kissed me." I responded, pointing to myself.

"How are you..." he started.

"Put her down, I'll take her from here!" Paul came out of nowhere and out of breath with a drunk Jessica in tow.

"Jessie!" I called happily, struggling to get down to go to her.

"Belly!" Jessica smiled hugely and struggled against her own prison guard to get to me.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Demetri snapped in an authoritive tone that made both of us still and look at him. He sighed exasperatedly, before turning to Paul, "No, you have your hands full with that one."

" Give her to me! She'll be passed out in two seconds anyway." Paul said.

"All the more reason for me to take her. You can't carry her." Demetri stated matter of fact.

"Hey, I'm not f...fat!" I whine.

Demetri looked at me " No one said you were, baby. Calm down!"

"But you just said..." I started

"I never said anything about your weight, Princess. You're actually a feather. It's Paul's strength that's the problem." he interrupted.

I nodded satisfied and quieted down.

"I've got a compromise. I'll go with you to drop off the girls and sit in the back with Iz here." Demetri proposed.

"Isabella!" I growled really low, that I thought no one heard.

"Pardon me. I meant Isabella." Demetri corrected himself.

"Fine!" Paul growled and we all piled into his truck.

"I'll drop your car off later." Demetri whispered to me.

"Don't steal anything." I mumbled in response.

Demetri chuckled, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Speaking of dreams, I fell asleep on his shoulder and didn't wake, until I felt cold hands lift me. Before I knew it I was in my bed and Demetri was kissing my forehead.

"Sweet dreams, Isabella." He whispered, before I blissfully fell asleep again.