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Chapter 11
"I have a drink for you," Drake said, grinning that flirty grin he had when she was fourteen and he was eighteen.
He pulled Melanie through the thick crowd of bodies wet with sweat. Nothing but black lights lit up the house. In the far corner of the house she saw Lydia on the couch, a drink in her hand as she made out with Aiden. Ethan and Danny were in the other room playing beer pong with a few frat brothers or so she guessed from the glowing Greek letters on their opponents' shirts. By the looks of it, Danny and Ethan were winning. That was probably because Ethan couldn't get drunk.
"Better not be roofied," she called over the music non-jokingly.
Drake turned around with a red solo cup in each hand. He towered over her, a smirk playing on his lips as they were shoved against each other again. The whites of their eyes glowed brightly and she saw the hazy laziness in his so clearly. She knew what he wanted and knowing made her want it too. She was making him feel this way. She liked making him like this.
"I would never do that to you. I know better," he said, leaning in close to her ear. He breathed on her neck causing her to shiver.
Reaching up, she grabbed for the drink in his hand. He pulled it just out of reach. She pressed herself closer to him, one of her legs moving between his and reached out for it again. She took it and draped the arm around his neck. She took the drink into her other hand then took a sip. Rum. The song changed to something of the same hip hop genre, but slower and more sexually driven. The heat of the crowd changed.
"I never thought I'd see you again," he said, pressing his forehead to hers. His empty hand came up and rested on the side of her neck. His thumb moved along her jawline. She smiled, enjoying the sensations that vibrated over her skin from the touch. The need for more crawled to the ends of her body.
"I know," she said.
Melanie tipped her head to one side, pausing. The pause before the kiss was her favorite part. The heat between them was burning hot. Her lips parted and her eyes were half lidded. Drake's hold at the small of her back tightened and her lower stomach twisted tighter from the touch. It was one of her spots and he pressed it like pressing all of the buttons in an elevator. She pressed her lips to his.
She didn't expect to see him again, but when she saw him in town he looked as shocked as she did to see him. He'd changed so much since she'd last seen him. He'd gotten a tattoo on his arm, tribal thorns. She wondered if he had others. He'd given her the same compliments with much approval and lingering eyes.
The more Melanie drank, the more the ache in her ribs turned to dullness, and the more she wanted Drake to rip her clothes apart and make her feel wanted. Even if it was only for a drunken night, she didn't care. It would help her forget what she really wanted, what her gut and other parts wanted anyway. She knew he was watching her and was glad. She pressed herself harder against Drake, her breath hitching here and there as he kissed her neck.
Isaac held Allison around the waist as the two danced among the other bodies. Another guy faced Allison while another girl was behind him, clinging to both of them. Isaac could smell nothing but sex. The whole place was like one large orgy, driving his senses to extremes.
Melanie was certainly taking advantage of the sensual thrill of the music with Drake. He watched as Drake moved his hands down over her taut body. Allison grinded back into him causing a guttural groan to purge him of the little restraint he had left. How could Melanie let him touch her like that? How did she even know this guy?
He dug his fingers into Allison's flesh as she continued to taunt him with her whims. The one behind him wasn't helping either. He kissed Allison's neck, nipping it unable to stop his imagination from pretending that it was somebody else.
Allison inhaled sharply, smiling as she laid her head back on her shoulder. Her eyes closed from the delicious caresses he put across her ivory skin. He stared at Melanie as she let Drake dance with her…touch her. His pulse quickened. The beast inside was trying to come to the surface. It wanted to kill him…he wanted to kill him. Spinning Allison to face him, he kissed her hard. She whimpered under the rough pressure. The beast retreated, satiated for the moment. The indescribable burning in his chest didn't. It only increased and left him confused. There was no reason to feel this way over that girl.
Melanie's squeal was silent under the bass of the music as Drake grabbed her buttocks and pulled her forward and pressed her front to his. The height difference between the two caused her back to arch into him. She took a drink from her cup and gripped a tuft full of his hair as he kissed down her neck to her collarbone. Sweat trickled down along her spine. The drink fell from her fingertips. Her head swirled and she wanted more than this. More meant flesh on flesh and she craved it, ached for it.
"Come on," Drake said in her ear. He took her hand and guided her through the crowd. The party was over capacity. People gyrated on the alcohol floor though. Tonight there were no cares.
She licked her lips. Looking back at the crowd lit up by the blacklights, she saw Lydia wrapped within Aiden's arms. By the stairway, Danny and Ethan were making out. Seeing the twins enacted a semi-sober feeling in her. Drake gave her a little pull. She grinned and followed.
They stopped in a hallway and he pressed her up against the wall. The music only dulled a little. A few people passed behind Drake, pushing him into her. His hand splayed against the faded orange paint of the wall. His other hand rested at the nape of her neck, rubbing the tender spot behind her ear.
"I remember this spot," he whispered into her ear.
Her whole body quivered from sensual kiss there. Little shocks shot down through her body. She sighed airily, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and pulling him toward her.
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Scott scanned the room. Lydia, Aiden, Danny, Ethan, Isaac, Allison; his eyes stayed on her. Her body was pressed against Isaac's. The two nearly formed one person they were so close.
"Hey," a voice called over the music.
Scott looked away. He wasn't sure how much longer he could watch her with him and how she was acting. A girl in a tiny black dress that had blue zigzags smiled at him and leaned against the wall next to him. With how strongly she smelled like alcohol, it was probably to help her stand up straight. Her sleek black hair shimmered from the blacklight.
"Hey," he said back.
"Why aren't you dancing?" she slurred.
"I—don't know," he replied.
"Come dance with me then," she said.
Before he could decline, she took his hand and bumbled through the crowd until they were being pressed against each other from all directions. She put his hand around her waist. He watched her, unsure of what to do. A new song started playing and the whole groove of the party shifted again to fit it. The girl pressed herself into him. His hands twitched and held her there. He would've given anything to be able to get as drunk as this girl right now. He wouldn't feel so out of place that's for sure.
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Melanie sighed, her lips raw from how hard he was kissing and biting her lips.
"Let's go upstairs," he breathed.
"This is how you seduce me?" she giggled drunkly.
"You need to be seduced?" he laughed.
"Ouch, that hurt," she frowned.
"If you want to be seduced, I can seduce you. All you have to do is ask. I'm all for foreplay," he growled provocatively.
A grin spread across her face. This was a challenge. A delicious challenge. The air thrummed with vibrations and their hearts were in near perfect sync. Her alcoholic breath mingled with his. Her head swirled, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was drunk or because she was under his spell.
"Melanie,"
Melanie turned at the sound of her name then suddenly shoved Drake back frightened. Isaac stood at the end of the hall, his head hung low. Melanie held her arm in front of Drake protectively. He didn't take much notice. He was too focused on the illuminated yellow glow of Isaac's eyes.
"Dude, your eyes," he slurred.
"That happens when I get pissed off. Can you tell why I'm pissed?" Isaac snarled.
Melanie licked her suddenly parched lips and glanced at Drake.
"You should go," she told Drake urgently.
"What? But I thought—" Drake hugged her around the waist. A low growl traveled down the hall to them from Isaac.
"I know. I just need to talk to my friend. He's not looking too hot," she replied, pecking him on the lips.
"Okay," he mumbled and walked off. His body swayed trying to find balance.
Melanie met Isaac at the end of the hall and pulled him into the kitchen. The fluorescent lights were blinding causing her to squint as she looked up at him. His eyes had reverted back to their natural state though he kept his stiff hunched over stance.
"What the hell is wrong with you and don't say you're drunk. I know better," she snapped.
He huffed. How could he say it?
"What's wrong with me? Nothing, but you certainly don't have a problem slutting it up," he snarled.
No that wasn't it, but it came before he could stop himself. Melanie pulled back a tight fist and punched him across the jaw. A loud crack resounded through the kitchen from the hit and he stumbled back a step.
"My sex life is none of your business. I brought you here because you're my friend and you told me you wanted to come to a college party. This is what it is! You don't like it, you can leave. As a matter of fact, I'm leaving. You've beyond pissed me off and I want to murder you," she spoke harshly, holding her hand. Her hand throbbed and burned from the punch. What was his face made of? Stone?
Her body shook, but it wasn't from anticipation and longing anymore. It was all rage.
"You've been drinking. You're not driving," he stated, reaching for her pocket to grab her keys.
"Don't touch me you dick!" she screamed. She shoved him backwards. Her ankle twisted as she did and sent sharp stabbing pains up her leg.
Turning on her heel, she stormed from the room. Isaac followed after her, determined to not let her go. It wasn't because of the driving. Drake was all over her. Drake didn't know her. Not like he did. Not like he wanted to. She was a good screw to that Drake guy and that was it. Why didn't she see it?
"Mel, give me your keys," Isaac said, reaching out for her.
She ignored him, trotting down the porch steps and across the street to the parking lot. Goosebumps covered her arms instantly from the nipping cold. She pulled her car keys from her pocket and pressed the unlock button on the key pad. Reaching the car, she opened the door to get in. Isaac snatched the keys from her hands before she could.
"Isaac! Give me my keys!" she yelled.
People from the porch slowly descended the stairs to the sidewalk, witnessing the argument.
"You are not driving drunk!" he said.
"If you do not give me my keys I will lay you out." she warned.
She didn't have that much to drink, but knew it was still a bad idea to drive. It meant getting away from Isaac though. Walking wouldn't do any good. He was a dog and dogs followed people around.
"No, you won't."
She scoffed taken aback. No? I'll show you no, she thought.
Isaac saw her fist clenched and knew he could catch it. What he didn't see was her leg coming up. It connected with his face, knocking him to the ground. His head whirred with a slight ache. The keys flew from his hand and skidded across the asphalt. Melanie kicked him again and again in the stomach. After a fifth kick she grabbed her keys. Isaac coughed up blood. He could feel the cracks in his ribs dealt by her heels heal slowly.
She climbed into her car and buckled before pulling out and speeding off. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to lay him out. His neck had been punctured from an attempt to get up. She'd stepped down on his throat mercilessly.
Isaac remained on the ground for a moment longer and held his throat. Overhead, the moon was almost full.
Scott and Allison came out onto the porch. Her hand brushed his. Isaac came from across the street, rubbing his throat. Dark spots were sprinkled around his collar. People backed away from him.
"What happened?" Scott asked.
Isaac looked around. Whispers circled him. They were all saying multiple things.
Wow, he got his ass kicked. What is wrong with him? I guess he didn't get the hint. Is that blood on his shirt?
"Melanie decided to head home," Isaac replied.
"Drunk? What's the matter with you?" Scott exclaimed.
"I was trying to keep her from driving and got my ass kicked. She wasn't kidding when she said she knew how to fight," Isaac said.
"We should go after her and make sure she makes it home safe," Allison suggested. She could see the look in Isaac's eyes. How hurt he was though he masked it with aggravation. It was Melanie. It wasn't just him not wanting her to drive drunk.
"I'll go find the others," Scott said.
Melanie ignored her phone as it rang continuously. First Isaac then Scott and Allison followed by another call from Isaac. She was tempted to throw it out the window. Not having insurance on it was the only thing that kept her from doing so. She put it on silent instead.
Her head swirled, making her dizzy, but she wasn't doing too badly on the road. It wasn't populated and she was thankful for that. She didn't go home. That would be the first place Isaac would look. Derek's loft would follow that. So she drove through town. It was her drunk mind that had her so wound up. She knew she was overreacting to everything right now, but it was Isaac's fault. If he didn't act like a douche she wouldn't have act like that.
She drove through town to its edge where the cemetery lied. The car slid to a stop on the gravel. She slipped off her shoes before getting out. A tingling sensation moved down through her toes at being released from their confines. She tossed the shoes to the back seat. Opening the car door, she got out and leaned back against the car, waiting for the world to stop spinning. Maybe I did have a little too much to drink, she thought, looking around.
The air sparkled in a golden glow. This wasn't the alcohol. Melanie's head tilted to the side. She walked towards the floating glow. The grass was damp with dew on the pads of her feet. The wind chilled her, sobering her up some. Her body still tilted in the direction her head did. She held herself as she took a closer look.
"Strange," she mumbled. "Fireflies."
She reached out and caught one. It crawled along her index finger to the very tip then flew away. Its butt glowed with its own symphony.
Walking into the cemetery, she made her way towards the back near the tree line. A few dim lights kept the place lit. It was quite eerie actually. She sighed heavily. The tiredness part of being drunk was starting to sink in. She yawned then blinked a few times. I hope Drake isn't pissed at me, she thought.
"Ahhh!" she exclaimed, tripping over a tombstone imbedded in the ground that stuck out. Sharp pains shot up her twisted ankle "Ow."
She rolled over and looked up at the starry sky. The branches of the tree nearby swayed in the air. The night played over again in her head. And, as nice as it would've been to just pass out right there in the grass, she sat up. The spot was surprisingly comfortable. Not as comfortable as her bed, but good enough for her to sleep off the alcohol.
Standing, she continued to make her way towards the back where Laura was.
"Tonight was supposed to be fun," she pouted and kicked at a dandelion. "Stupid idiot Isaac. What's your deal? What's everyone's deal? Can I not have a life? I get Stiles and I even get Lydia; she doesn't like that I'm the new bitch…"
Melanie laughed and snorted, throwing her arms up. Her skin shimmered under the moon from the light layer of sweat.
"New bitch. That's funny. You know, I can blame Derek for that. He's made me so spiteful. Arrogant jerk. I really hope he chokes on his own bl-"
A tight grip around her waist and over her mouth silenced her rant to the dead. Whoever it was behind her, was strong, abnormally strong. Stomping back on his foot did no good. She elbowed him, causing her glasses to fall off of her face. His bulging arms tightened around her, crushing her ribs. Agonizing stabbing pains shot through her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the moon being the last thing she saw.
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