Okay, so I'm glad you guys were few but quick to respond to the last chapter and all your responses really made me happy. So here, enjoy the party chapter! I can't say it's the happiest one, but...um.. Yeah, here! lol


{Chapter Nine}

As promised, the party was…

Insane.

Lights were streaking across the room, drinks were in the hands of every teen in need and bodies were rocking and grinding and sweating so deliciously, Ino couldn't stop smiling with pride.

She scanned the room, standing on her toes, checking out everyone who was there. She saw Naruto with Hinata, dancing to their own beat by the drinks, her friend Chouji making a move on Kankuro's sister, and Sakura standing… against the wall with a cup in her hand…

And Sasuke.

He had dropped off the happy couple and the load of alcohol promptly at nine and then ran (stormed) out again, muttering something about an errand. He was back now, though. He walked in casually with a flask he was slipping into his back pocket.

She strutted through the crowd, pushing a bit, and stopped him with a finger to his chest.

"Sasu sweetie, thank you again for the favor." She smiled, gesturing to the table of booze.

"Hn." He grunted, disinterested.

Her smile faded.

"Are you here to just fuck with her?" She cut to the chase, suddenly a little protective.

"Who?" He bit out.

"You know who, Sasuke. Look," she pulled him over to the wall closest to them where a small torn love seat was. She yanked him down and sat on his thigh. "She isn't the type to mess with like that. I'm pretty sure she'll cry."

He exhaled slowly, not wanting to have this conversation with Ino at all. "I know that."

"So what are you doing?" She growled.

"I'm doing what I do, okay? I'm the one who pulled her out of the stairwell, if you've forgotten already."

Ino sighed and rested her head in the crook of his neck. They stayed like that for a minute.

"If you hurt her, Sasuke, I'll rip your balls out with a staple remover."

"I'd like to see you try."

She hit his chest (which hurt her more than him) and stood up, fixing her dress.

"She's by the corner over there," she gestured across the room.

The blonde felt him smack her ass playfully before he started to squeeze his way through. She smiled to herself, already imagining the gloating that she would be doing, being one who set them up.

"Nice party," A voice complimented from behind.

"Thanks," She turned around and saw a guy sitting in the seat she was in just seconds ago. "Do I know you?"

"I'd be surprised if you did. I sit behind you in the classes we have together." He grinned.

He was pretty cute, whoever he was.

"Let's dance, then. I can get to know you that way," she offered, her flirting mode engaged and ready to go.

"Eh, sounds troublesome. I'm fine here," He shrugged.

She couldn't believe it. Was he really turning her down?

"Sit. We can get to know each other the old fashioned way."

So she sat.

He spotted her exactly where Ino said she'd be.

In the corner.

She was leaning against the wall next to the sofa. Her body was hunched slightly as she tried really hard to ignore the pair on the sofa laying on each other with wildly roaming hands and lips.

Watching her squirm was so addicting, he realized.

He could only imagine how amazing she'd look squirming under him in his room… He popped in a mint from his pocket and snuck up next to her as she stared down into her cup.

"Pretty intense, aren't they?" He whispered in her ear.

She immediately jumped let go of her cup, the contents spilling on the concrete floor.

"Sasuke," she breathed, "you scared me."

"Hn." He smirked and leaned his shoulder on the wall.

She felt her mind shut down as she took in his sinfully beautiful features. He really had a nice face…

And nice body, which she was appreciating quietly. He was wearing a form fitting black shirt with a small pocket on his notable pec and some equally flattering jeans. When she looked back up to his face, he had an amused expression complete with a raised eyebrow.

"You look really good, too." He smirked again, eyeing her dress and flexed legs in those heels.

"Thanks," she blushed.

"Come," he commanded, pulling her away from the dark corner.

He brought her into the crowd and held her close so she wouldn't get yanked in another direction. As if everything was playing in his favor, the music switched to a familiar sizzling song he knew by some Latin singer. He didn't have time to think of his name because he had to talk his way into getting Sakura to loosen up and grind.

She looked a little panicky when she saw every girl push their ass into the crotch of whomever they were dancing with and rub it in roughly. Hands were placed low and close to certain places she didn't want to be touched and her mind was yelling at her to walk back to her corner and fast.

"Relax," Sasuke instructed, stepping behind her.

He gently rested his hands on her high waist and brought his groin closer to rub up against her tempting ass. He rocked his body side to side and pulled her with him as the music throbbed through their bodies. His hands reached for hers and moved them to her hips. He let go to pull her hair back and move it over one shoulder so he could rest his chin on the other.

"See? It's not that bad," His voice was deep enough to send chills down her spine.

She let her breath go and closed her eyes. She could feel him rubbing against her and…felt really weird. There was a bulge subtly protruding, but she wasn't sure if he was aroused or if it was always like that. He pulled her hips side to side sensually and let his breath tickle her neck.

He felt her start to move on her own, though attempting to create some space between her butt and his crotch. "What's wrong?" He asked, his lips grazing her ear. He pushed himself into her and groaned quietly as he felt her ass melt onto him.

She pulled herself out of his grip and whipped around to face him. Her mouth opened to say something, but she then just pushed through the crowd to get away. His expression soured and he silently scolded himself for doing that. She had limits and he had to respect them.

Or at least not be so eager to push them.

She filled herself another cup of soda and chugged it. If anything, she'd have to pee soon and would have a reason to go to the now-nasty little bathroom. It didn't take long for Sasuke to find her, though. She glared at him before turning back to the table. Instead of grabbing for the coke bottle, she reached for the vodka.

"Hey," he grabbed her shoulder to turn her around, but she quickly shoved his hand off.

"Don't touch me." She growled.

He glared darkly at her. This new attitude was something he hadn't prepared for and was already annoyed by it. Instead of saying something he knew he shouldn't, he just turned around and walked outside.

Kiba watched as she tilted her head back to blink away the water in her eyes. He approached her carefully and put on a small smile.

"I don't know what happened, but you don't look happy about it." She smiled up him and wiped away the one tear that fell over.

"Yeah, whatever though." She sniffled back any other bodily fluids that threatened to emerge and swished around her cup.

'Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry,'

"What are you drinking?" He asked curiously.

"I haven't yet, but it's vodka." She continued to stare at the clear liquid and could smell it. Rubbing alcohol was the only thing she could think of.

"Dude, you gotta mix it. That's the cheap stuff." He grabbed the bottle of orange juice and filled up the rest of her cup. "Now try it."

She slowly brought it to her lips and when she took a sip-

-she spit it right back out.

Kiba began laughing hysterically and grabbed a beer out of the cooler for himself. "Like I said, cheap stuff."

He cracked the can open and chugged half of it down before offering her some. She didn't know what had come over her, but she grabbed the can right away and took a hard sip.

"Still kind of gross." She wrinkled her nose and handed him back the can.

"It grows on you," He shrugged.

He trudged over to his car and lifted himself onto the trunk. He lit up a joint and leaned back against the car. His mind felt like it was full of helium and was slipping out of his ears.

"She'll come around," He mumbled, taking a sip from his flask.

Something cold tapped his nose and when he looked up, his eyes widened slightly. Tiny white flakes were beginning their first descent of the season. Slowly he lowered his lids and focused on his breathing. It had been a while since he had felt so calm and he wasn't about to ruin it.

But of course, he did.

Or she did, rather.

He looked over to the warehouse past the few teens hanging outside. His mind was coming up with lists of scenarios of things that she was doing right now. When he had walked out, she was filling a cup with straight vodka, enough to knock out.

His teeth ground together in aggravation. He didn't want to worry about her. He wanted to just sit and smoke himself out and drink his liquor peacefully.

Slowly, he came to the conclusion that to have this peace and fully enjoy it, he'd have to have a talk with that annoying girl. He hopped off the car and finished his joint, flicking the remains into the almost invisible sheet of flakes.

He wanted her so bad.

He wanted to just take her and bang her hard.

But when he saw her wrapped in Kiba's arms, her face hidden in his shoulder… That changed.

He wanted to be the one holding her that close with her gripping at his shirt.

He wanted to smell her shampoo and kiss her head gently.

His feet automatically brought him closer and for a few seconds, he just stood there next to them. Neither had noticed his presence and he had no idea how to interrupt.

Shaking off what was an attempt at minding his manners, he reached over to put his hand on her shoulder.

"I don't know what to do!" She sobbed, both still oblivious.

The stoned teen took a step back and could only listen. He had to concentrate, though, the music being as loud as it was.

"I flipped out on him and yelled and, and…" Kiba rubbed her back and walked their joined bodies to the finally empty couch.

As they sat down, her crying finally stopped. She pulled away and both Kiba and Sasuke winced slightly at her streaks of mascara and red eyes.

"Do I look terrible?" She asked Kiba with a sniff.

"Nah. And with a few more beers in me, you'll be the hottest chick in here!" He joked as she hit his arm.

"Sakura," Sasuke spoke, stepping in. "let's go talk."

"I think she's fine right here." Kiba spoke, meeting Sasuke's eyes with tipsy confidence.

"She can speak for herself, last time I checked." Sasuke turned his gaze to the girl in question.

"I…uh," She fidgeted and pulled at her dress.

"Look, you've done enough tonight, asshole. Go fuck your bong or something." Kiba spat.

Sasuke didn't even flinch. Instead, he grabbed the bushy haired boy's collar and pulled him up to his feet. "Say that again. I'm a little stoned and didn't catch it the first time." He slowly told him.

"I said go fuck your bong, asshole." Kiba repeated, grabbing for Sasuke's collar.

"What the hell, guys!" Naruto yelled, gently pushing Hinata to the side. He had been dancing with her until he spotted Sasuke and Kiba grabbing each other.

Sasuke kept his glare on Kiba while Naruto stomped over and ripped them apart.

"Great, another druggie. Guess you won't need that bong anymore," Kiba was about to start laughing, but Sasuke prevented that with a fist to his face.

He fell back on the sofa with no grace at all and clutched his cheek with both hands. "YOU FUCKING RETARD!" He yelled, "I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" He jumped up to lunge at Sasuke, but Naruto ran into him and pushed him back down.

"Cut it out, Kiba!" He yelled in his face.

Sakura pushed off of the sofa and trapped herself against the wall with her hands over her nose and mouth. Sasuke watched as tears gathered in her eyes again and didn't see Kiba lunge once more at him. This time, Naruto was pushed out of the way and Sasuke went crashing down, Kiba sitting on his chest, punching his face.

A few girls screamed and a circle formed around the two. Naruto ran over to pull Kiba off, but couldn't. He was about to punch Kiba, but someone punched him first.

Sakura recognized him immediately.

It was the guy from the stairwell.

He and a few other guys pulled Naruto away as Hinata screamed at them. They ignored her and dropped Naruto outside of the circle and kicked him in the stomach. She ran over to him and frantically tried to lift him upright.

The group of stairwell guys gathered around Sasuke who was still on the floor and began kicking him as well. Sakura kept crying, tears rushing down her face as she sat there frozen.

Kiba had backed off and saw her there. He rushed to her and pulled her up. "Let's go, you don't need to see this,"

"SASUKE!" She screamed, suddenly trying to reach out to him.

Kiba grabbed her roughly and began pulling her to the door. The back of the party finally caught on to what was happening and the music shut off. The lights were flicked on and Kankuro, Shikamaru and Ino ran to the circle.

"BACK THE FUCK OFF!" Ino screamed at the men.

They ignored her.

Kankuro walked up to one and punched his oblivious face in, sending him back on top of the guy next to him. "She said back off." He yelled.

Chouji and Shikamaru stood next to him and approached the remaining two guys. They gave one last good kick to the guy who ruined their fun with the pink-haired tramp before turning to the three of them… and the rest of the people there.

And then ran off.

Sakura finally freed herself and ran over to Sasuke. He was completely beat up with bruises already forming and thick cuts from their shoes. He was barely conscious.

"Sasuke, oh my God," she sobbed, too afraid to touch him. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm fine," He muttered, struggling to turn his head.

The sirens from an ambulance and a few police cars grew closer.

"Fuck! The booze!" Someone screamed.

The crowd immediately dispersed, including Kiba. Ino, Hinata, Chouji and Shikamaru remained by the knocked out boys and the panicked Sakura.

Ino began walking to the door to greet the police. "Next time, I'm hiring security."


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