Okay this is a kind of trial... third person point of view. This takes place at the party after Erin and Seth leave. I only own Erin and Jordan.
Third Person Point of View
Jordan Davis made her way through the crowd, giggling. Erin split away from her to go to her boyfriend, Seth, and without her, Jordan changed course. She moved backward to the table, to that cute boy.
As she moved, she caught a glimpse of Embry across the room watching her. Suddenly, every part of her wanted to move back towards him. She ignored the feeling that had been haunting her since she'd first set eyes on the other teenager, carrying onward to the other boy. The harmless boy.
The pull toward Embry frightened Jordan, it was a constant tugging in her gut, a feeling of electric sparks whenever they touched, something so hard to ignore that she often forgot to. Embry was like some foreign extreme, being around him felt a bit like drowning in fire. Feelings that intense were dangerous, Jordan knew that much.
"Hi," She said, reaching the boy by the table and smiling. "Like the show?"
The boy chuckled and shrugged, "It was alright. I'd love to see more, though. I'm Kyle."
Jordan giggled, leaning in closer and shaking the boy's hand, "Jordan."
"Want to go somewhere and talk, Jordan?" Kyle asked, eyebrows raising suggestively.
Laughing at the obviousness of the statement's double meaning, Jordan shrugged, "I don't know, I'm kind of thirsty."
"Well, you're also kind of hot, so please?" This boy was not so smooth, his flirting blunt and lackluster. Jordan's mind flickered for a moment to another flirting session, pleasantly filled with inexperience and a dorky smile. Blinking, Jordan's smile dropped, her head turning to scan the room. She could no longer find Embry and she was grateful.
Turning back to Kyle, she forced the sexy smile back, "Fine, but only because you asked so nicely."
Kyle grinned and Jordan waited for the feeling she normally got with boys like this, the feeling of excitement and the thrill of attention. It didn't come, yet she still allowed Kyle to take her hand and lead her up the stairs and down a hallway filled with kissing couples and drunk teens.
Finding an empty room, Kyle pulled Jordan in, kissing her hard on the lips. Laughing without any real emotion, Jordan pushed him away, "Calm down, buddy, we got awhile." It was true. No one at home would worry be worried, even if she was days past curfew, and her friends would probably figure she got a ride from someone.
Kyle closed the door, clicking the lock. Jordan's stomach turned uneasily as he turned and approached her, backing her up till her legs hit the edge of the bed. "I hate foreplay." His lips found her neck, kissing her hard on the smooth skin, "I like to just do it."
"How romantic." Jordan muttered, rolling her eyes.
"Shut up." Kyle snipped, shoving her shoulders, causing her to fall back on the mattress.
Then he was on top of her, kissing and sucking. Jordan closed her eyes and waited again for that feeling, some shred of any emotion besides the sick one rolling in her stomach currently. Nothing changed but the feeling of being dirtied. Every touch, kiss and look from Kyle just made the dirty feeling grow to the point that she couldn't take it.
"Okay, stop it." She muttered, opening her eyes. Kyle ignored her, putting his hand up her tight tank top, causing it to ride up. His hands were disgusting against her skin, sweaty and cold. Jordan sighed and pushed his hand away, "Get off, I have to go."
"It won't take long." He whispered, trying to calm her down, make her stay. The statement just made Jordan feel worse, cheap in someway.
"I don't care, get off!" She snapped, pushing him back hard. Her heart was beating faster, beginning to feel trapped under his weight.
"What-" She didn't let him finish, just shoved him again hard. He was sent back from the blow, crashing off the bed. Jumping up, Jordan ran to the door, head down in shame. She unlocked the door and walked briskly down the hall. She just wanted to be gone, to go away.
Halfway down the stairs, Kyle caught up to her, yelling from the top step, for everyone to hear, "Psycho slut! Get out, you bitch!"
Glaring down the stairs, Jordan thought about turning around and taking Kyle down couple pegs in front of all his friend but instead, she just left. She just wanted out.
The cool night air filled her lungs, cleaning them, the breeze sweeping over her skin, taking the disgusted feeling with it. She felt better, but only a bit. Tucking her hands in her jean shorts, she shivered, kicking the gravel of the driveway.
"Jordan?" The voice sent a shock wave down she spine, causing her to turn sharply and see the person who'd called her. Embry ran toward her, stoping when he was within touching distance. "Are you okay? He souldn't have said that! What an dick! I'll kick his ass, I swear to-"
"Embry, calm down. His ego was just hurt because a girl said no to him. Besides, I'm fine. Why should I care what a dick like him thinks of me?" Jordan asked, tucking some hair behind her ear and meeting the boy's eyes.
Embry relaxed instantly at Jordan's command, watching her carefully for a moment before speaking again, "You look beautiful, you know. Just thought someone should tell you."
Jordan looked into his eyes, warmth and bliss filling her up for just a moment before she shook her head and blinked, looking away, "Shut up."
"What? I'm just saying." Embry shrugged, watching her again.
Jordan bit her lip, keeping her eyes on the moon, "Nothing can happen between us, Embry. Stop trying to kid yourself by thinking you can win me over. It's not going to happen. You're sweet but it wouldn't work."
Embry cringed, swallowing hard. He'd thought the same things himself. Jordan was too good for him and aware of it, she was just to nice to say so, "Come on, I'll drive you home."
"Embry, what did I just-" Jordan started.
"We can still be friends, right? I just want you to get home safe, why is that so bad?" He asked, eyebrows coming together.
Jordan sighed and turned to look at him, thinking it over. She sighed, "Fine."
They both got into Jordan's car and she handed her keys over to Embry. It was silent beside from Jordan's directions. The whole ride, Embry wanted nothing more than to reach over and take her hand, but friends don't do that and he couldn't loss her completely. So he would follow her rules.
At Jordan's house, Embry got out, shutting the door behind him loudly. Across the hood of the car Jordan cringed, turning to the house and shhing him. "What?" He asked.
Jordan's eyes scanned across the house, her body tense. Worry began to spread throughout Embry's system, "Jordan, what's wrong?"
She relaxed, turning to him, "Noth-"
"I see little Miss. Bitch fit is home!" A voice called from the porch. A light flickered on and a tall man stood there, arms crossed. "It's past twelve."
"Since when do you care?" Jordan asked, walking over and taking her keys from Embry.
"Shut up and get your ass inside, Jordan." The man, Jordan's father, Embry figured, said. "Your mother would roll over in her grave if she could see what a tramp you look like right now."
"Fuck you, Brian." She hissed before turning on the porch stairs to say goodbye to Embry. Only he was gone, completely vanished. She shrugged and than she went inside, followed by her glaring father.