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A/N: So far so good? I hope I am adding better things and I'm hoping you guys like that it's a little longer. So far, I have reaching my goal of each chapter 2,000 or more words. Please let me know if there are any mistakes.
The party was already in full swing by the time I pulled up to the house. I was glad there was already so many people here because then I could just blend right in and not have to worry too much about small talk or anything. I also wasn't keen on listening to girl's jabber on about nonsense or deal with guys trying to hit on me with ridiculous come on lines. Plus, this was my first party, I did not want to have random people following me all night trying to drink until I passed out from alcohol poisoning.
I parked the car on the lawn behind a dark blue car or I think it's blue, it needed a good wash. There were dozens of cars that I couldn't tell where the actual driveway was anymore. 2 guys wearing bright orange coats stood by a statue collecting keys and taking names. I assumed they got valet parking or designated drivers to assure no one went driving home drunk. I gave the guy my name, my keys, and my license plate number as they asked me for those things.
They were cracking jokes with each other and having a good tie while drinking a bottle of water. 2 girls stood with them, flirting with them. I made my way inside and searched for Elena or Stephen, either one would do since they were really the only 2 people I knew besides Damon, but I was not looking forward to talking with him again.
Whenever I thought of him, my brain turned to mush, and I couldn't think straight. I also didn't want to deal with his attitude, he reminded me of Rosalie so much and that was 1 vampire that did not like me. I found Elena dancing with a group of other people, they were all laughing and having fun. Jeremy was even with them, he was dancing with some darker girl with short hair. They looked so happy and I wished some of that would rub off on me, I needed some happy in my life.
I look around and noticed some guys were handing out drinks from a Keg, so I walked over and got one. I never had beer before, but this was someone I had to cross of my bucket list. I downed the cup as fast as possible, it tasted disgusting and the after taste was even worse. I would not be drinking beer again and hoped there was something better to drink around here, even if it was water. The guy who was giving it out quirked an eyebrow and gave me a half smile.
He was cute in a boyish way with dark blue eyes with flecks of gold. His smile brought me in and if I wasn't too shy I probably would have struck up a conversation with him. I smiled back and gave him my cup to refill, even though I didn't really want another. Maybe just holding it would make me seem cooler and make me fit in since 90 percent of the people in here had a red cup. He poured me another beer from the keg and continued talking to the guy next to him, so I made my way through the crowd. I looked around for Damon, but I couldn't see him anywhere.
I just needed someone to talk to and at this point I was willing to talk to anyone. I walked into the kitchen and saw the different bottle of boos on the island. I tossed my drink down the sink and rinsed out my cup with some water from the sink and I grabbed a bottle of something cold and clear, pouring some into my cup with the orange juice I found in the fridge. I tried it and thought it tasted way better than the beer.
I headed up the stairs, barely paying attention to all the bodies down below. I paused once to see if anyone saw me or was following me ad when I saw the coast was clear, I continued my journey. Once at the top I took another look around the floor before heading into the first room I found. I wanted some alone time while I sipped my drink and collected my thoughts. Plus, I needed the booze to kick in to help boost my courage and get rid of the nerves racking my body.
No one came after me, so I shut the door behind me and sat on the giant king-sized poster bed. It was funny how even at a house filled with people I still felt alone, more alone than just me in a room. I don't know how it happens but maybe I was just destined to never find love or yet, love find me. Maybe my 1 chance at a happy life was this Edward and now that he was gone, there was no one else out there for me.
As I took another sip of my drink, I noticed this time that it burned my throat. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling or anything, but I knew in the morning I will probably regret drink this and chugging that beer.
I looked around the room taking in the very pristine way it was clean and organized. You could just see that it was a man's room despite how well maintained it was. The walls were a dark blood red which almost seemed black and matched the cherry wood of the bed, the night stands, and the dresser. The carpet was black, which matched the soft comforter set. There was a large flat screen tv on the wall across from the bed and in the cherry red cabinet bellow it, I could just make out a good-looking DVD collection.
There was also a DVD player, an Xbox with 2 controllers, and candles all over the room. They were half used and in various colors. There wasn't a picture in site but there was a grand bookshelf filled with books against the wall next to the bed. I quickly scanned over some of the names and was surprised that I had read a lot of them but not 1 edition ones like he had. This person must be super rich if he could afford so many first editions.
I laid back against the fluffy pillows on the bed and drank some more. I giggled when I saw a mirror on the ceiling and figured whoever owned the room was a big freak. He must either like looking at himself or liked watching when he had sex. My body felt warmer than before and I could hear a buzzing sound in my ear. There were spots behind my eyes and I knew I was almost drunk, I never experienced this feeling before but I kind of liked the feelings it gave me. I would call a cab later to bring me home because I was in no way able to drive home, plus I never talked to Elena about staying with her.
The door opened and when I looked up I saw blue eyes leaning against the door. He cocked an eye at me and I sat up. How was he even hotter than before, I mean I just saw him about 5 hours ago. I patted the side of the bed next to me and he slowly came over and sat down. This was a great time to use my hidden powers, I could always blame whatever I do on the alcohol. I couldn't stop the smile that formed on my face, but I knew I was way past my limit of alcohol but I as having a good time, I flopped myself back down on the pillows.
"So why aren't you downstairs?" He asked leaning back against the pillows. I watched as his shirt grew taunt against his muscles. I licked my lips and forced myself to look back up at his face.
"Every...one looked like they were having fun. I... I didn't want to bother any...one. Besides this is fun too." I shook the bottle at him while I waved my other hand around the room. He took the bottle away from me and a pouted sprung to my lips.
"I think you've had enough." He smirked as he took a long swing from my cup, pretty sure he finished the rest. "Why don't you spend the night. I'll show you one of the guest rooms when your tired." I got a surge of female prowess and knew this was my moment, wasn't it? I felt sexy and wild and I felt like I could do whatever I wanted. Surely if I made a move he would make one back, wouldn't he?
I crawled and straddled his hips. His hands went to my hips to hold me still since I couldn't stop wiggling on top of him. I have never been in this position, so I wasn't sure what to do, all I knew was that moving made him react. I saw him stare at me with wide eyes and I knew I had stunned him. I kissed the spot just below his right ear and felt him shiver. I pulled back and looked him in the eyes, using my best flirty voice.
"And what happens if I don't get tired? Will you stay up with me or leave me to be with someone else. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be hard to find someone..." He flipped us, so he was on top. He was laying half on me and half on the bed which confused me. Did he not find me attractive?
He brought his lips close to mine and for a second, I thought he would kiss me. I could feel the warmth from his mouth and it sent chills down my spine. He hadn't even kissed me yet and I was already panting and needing him.
"I would love to stay with you, but not only would Elena kill me, but so would Stephen. And you intrigue me, I don't want to lose that." The sting of rejection came quick. How could he not want me? All I heard about him was how he was such a rule breaker and did what he wanted.
This rejection was different though. It wasn't cool and collected like Edwards. Heck part of me was always glad when Edward told me no and took things slow with me. With Jake I never got a rejected because he was always willing to do anything with me. When we kissed, it could last for hours at a time and when we just explored each other it was always comfortable. I never felt out of place or scared. Of course, he did tell me no that one time I asked him from sex. He said he wasn't ready and he needed time, he also wanted me to make sure it was what I really wanted. Now I am glad he told me no because he dumped me a couple weeks after that.
I slipped out from beneath Damon and stood. I could feel the tears and before anything else could be said I ran out of the room and down the stairs. I could hear him following me and it made me run harder. The fact that he was following me, trying to get me to talk to him gave me hope that he felt bad about what he did. I was sobered up now and I wasn't too worried about driving my car. I ran past everyone still no one came after me. I guess I was still alone, even if I had friends and family here too.
I talked to the guys about getting my keys and they refused to give them to me until I took a breathalyzer test. I thought I would fail it hard core and would have no choice but to walk or have one of these idiots drive me home, but to my surprised I passed. Shorty with the bad dyed job rudely gave me my keys back and as I walked to the car, I could feel his eyes on me.
I got home safely and rushed to my room, glad that Charlie was asleep. I made sure my window and door were locked. I knew my phone had a couple missed calls because I kept hearing it buzz as I drove home. Now it was blinking, alerting me to messages. I shut off my phone and slipped into a t-shirt, hoping that the simple night shirt could make me beautiful and wanted in my dreams. I cleaned off all the make-up I had on and let my hair hang loose. I thought I heard tapping at the window but ignored it as I climbed into bed and fell asleep.