Barely able to focus on the game she was playing with the other teenagers around, Emily shoved her friend whose lips were at the back of her neck off of her and back onto the couch she sat on. "Let me focus," she sighed, rolling her eyes as the girl to her left threw a chip into the bowl.
The other teenager glared at the back of the beautiful girl's head as he lounged back against the couch, waiting for her to finish her game.
"Aumentare." Raise. Emily's eyes flickered up as she threw a chip into the pile that had grown in the center of the table, watching closely to the expressions passing over the other players faces as the bets started around once more. When she saw the boy across from her hesitate, Emily quickly picked up another chip, ready to throw it in.
When the three to her left folded, the ambassador's daughter raised the pot.
John grinned, sitting straight as the brunette before him collected her winnings. "Nice," he laughed, leaning in and kissing her neck. "Let's go buy some beer."
"I'd rather vodka," Emily said to no one in particular, focusing on the money she had in her hands instead of the boy behind her.
"Fine. Get up and we'll get out of here."
Brown eyes blinking quickly as she shoved the cash into her jacket pocket, she glanced across the room to see Matthew trying his best to flirt with one of the girls he'd had a crush on for the last two parties. "Come on," she grunted, pulling John up from the couch and dragging him over toward the bedroom that was always open to whoever wanted time alone.
She laughed despite herself as John bumped his arm against the door, and she let him sit her down at the foot of the bed, her fingers at his belt loops and tugging him forward. "You get five minutes," she whispered, her hand behind his head to bring him down for a kiss.
They weren't a couple, John knew that wasn't what Emily wanted. What Emily wanted was not to feel, and for a few minutes every once in a while John was able to give that to her.
At first they had slept together just once, Emily wanting to prove to him and the others she called her friends that she wasn't who they thought she was. The ambassador's daughter always had to be pristine and proper and the perfect daughter for other girls to look up to, and when she was out of the spotlight she wanted to do everything she could to shed that image. She wasn't the mirror image of her mother like everyone wanted her to be, and because of that she lost her virginity at fifteen and was almost sent to rehab for her drinking and marijuana use just months before this exact party.
Feeling the older boy's lips trail down her neck and in between the swells of her breasts, Emily's eyes fluttered open and she sat up, pushing John off of her.
"That was barely five minutes," the other teen complained, diving back in.
Emily put a hand to his chest and shook her head. "Five minutes." She licked at the corner of her mouth and stood from the bed, letting the teenager kiss her cheek. "Let's get Mattie and go home."
John pulled her back when she went for the door and let is hand cup her ass, not able to see her eyes hardening from his spot behind her. "We can't go home alone?"
"No," she said strongly, pushing the teen off of her and leaving him in the bedroom by himself. She had her moments of falling into the other teens arms and letting him have his way with her, but she made it a point to put her foot down whenever she had the confidence to.
Seeing his friends emerge from the only bedroom in the flat they were loitering in Matthew ran his way over to them, taking Emily by the arm. "Come on," he ushered, moving them all toward the door. "Let's go."
Emily looked to her friend with concerned eyes as she let him lead her out toward the cabs, almost tripping over her own feet. "What's wrong?" Stopping her best friend from forcing her into the cab, she pushed him back against the apartment building's front door. "Stop," she ordered. "Look at me."
The teenager batted his friend's hands away.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing a commotion from the open window above them, Matthew pushed his friend against the cab and away from where the phones and bottles were falling from.
Emily watched as the glass crashed against the cobblestone, her eyes shooting up to see the dark skinned boy she'd seen at the creamery earlier that day getting pushed up against the open window.
"Come on," Matthew rushed out, shoving both of his friends in the cab and throwing money at the driver. "Tu guidi!" he yelled, ignoring Emily staring up at the boy through the cab's closed window. "Guidare!" Drive!