● The Party ●

Blair

After an hour of listening to Dale fan-girl about his guy, I was finally done.

"Wow, Dale this is amazing." I said, smiling at my reflection.

I look completely different. My long, pin-straight hair now flowed down my back in soft curls.

My green eyes popped more with the smoky eye and my lips matched my dress. Champagne red.

I spun around and hugged him tightly, squeezing the life out of him.

"You're welcome, kid." He replied, patting my head and pulling away.

"Go get ready, I'll be downstairs." I said, walking over to the door.

"Okay. I have to look extra sexy for my man tonight." He replied winking at the end.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room and down the stairs.

Sitting on the couch, I turned on the TV and got lost in my thoughts.

Absentmindedly I started playing with the ring around my pinky finger.

I looked down at it and pulled it off, inspecting it closely.

When I looked on the inside, the initials Z.S were engraved in it.

Zayn Santiago.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts just as Dale walked down the stairs.

He wore a red flannel with two buttons undone, black distressed jeans paired with timberlands.

I swear you'd never know he was gay.

"Let's go see my man, bitch." He squealed, pulling me off of the couch.

Until he opened his mouth.

He dragged me out of the house and into his car. He started the car and drove off while I looked for songs.

We stayed in silence the entire time, both of us lost in thought.

Soon enough music could be heard pumping from around the corner of the street we were on.

When we turned the corner, the party was in full blast. There were at least thirty people outside.

Red solo cups littered the large lawn and the street was packed with cars.

We drove for a while until we found a parking spot. Hopping out, Dale locked the car and took my hand.

He dragged me straight into the house and my eyes widened.

This had to be the biggest party I have seen in ages.

The smell of alcohol was strong in the air as sweaty bodies danced to the pounding music.

"Want a drink?" Dale shouted over the music.

"Yes!" I shouted back and he again, dragged me through the sea of people.

We reached the kitchen and Dale told the person behind the counter what we wanted.

"Dale! Hey!" A masculine voice called from behind us.

We turned around and Dale embraced the guy. He was tall and muscular.

He had auburn hair and dark brown eyes, a rare combination.

"Mac! Hi." Dale greeted him, the slight tint on his cheeks giving everything away "This is Blair."

"Hello there, Blair." Mac said, extending his hand and flashing me a smile.

I rolled my eyes before staring at his hand.

Just before he pulled it away I grabbed it and pulled him into a hug.

"Handshakes are weird." I stated, earning chuckles from the both of them.

I released him and took my drink from off the counter. I lifted it to my lips and downed it quickly.

"Woah, slow down there, Chica." Dale said, eyeing me weirdly.

"What? You got me into this." I replied rolling my eyes and ordering another drink.

"Can I steal Dale for a little bit? I swear I'll bring him back." Mac said, winking at a flushed Dale.

"Sure." I said, giving him a smile and turning around to grab my drink.

They disappeared into the crowd while I sipped my drink, tapping my leg to the beat of the music.

"Hey." Someone said from on my left.

I looked over to find Princeton Matteo, the football Quaterback of our school.

We had a few assignments together. He never did any work, though

"Hey." I replied, giving him a little wave.

"I didn't expect to see you here. You look beautiful." He said, smiling at me.

"Thank you." I smiled, gulping down the rest of my drink.

"Dance with me?" He asked, already standing up.

"Sure." I replied, resting my cup on the counter and walking with him.

We pushed through the crowd until we found a spot.

He put his hands on my waist and immediately started grinding against me.

In discomfort, I stayed still. Praying that this ended quickly.

His friend down there rubbed against my stomach as he held my hips.

My anxiety rose as I tried to think about a possible escape.

Another hand snaked around my waist and I was pulled backwards into someone's chest.

"Matteo." His deep voice rang in my ears. The seriousness in it sent chills down my spine.

"Santiago." Princeton replied, a look of fear passing across his face.

"Leave." Zayn said, tightening his hold on my waist.

Princeton nodded, glancing at me one last time before walking away

I was spun around, meeting his piercing eyes.

He wore a white shirt under his signature leather jacket.

Black jeans with chains hanging on the sides and black shoes.

His hair was messy as always, only adding on to the Bad Boy look.

His eyes stared at me intensely, running from my face, all the way down my body, making my heart race.

His eyes never lingered on any place for too long though, not making me uncomfortable.

Pulling me closer, he leaned forward, his lips almost touching mine when he moved them to my ear.

"Beautiful." He whispered, his minty breath hitting my neck.

"T-thanks." I stuttered, mentally cursing myself.

His lips tugged at the ends slightly, before returning to it's usual state.

He nodded his head toward the door with a raised eyebrow.

"You don't look like you want to be here." He said.

"Trust me, I don't." I replied.

"Leave with me?" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"I came here with someone." I said, shaking my head.

"Who?" He questioned, his jaw tensing slightly.

"My friend, Dale." I replied, looking around. "Wait, there he is."

I pointed over to Dale who was dancing a few feet away.

I looked back at Zayn, who was still staring at Dale.

"I'll go tell him." I said, turning around and taking a step toward Dale before being pulled back.

"Let me." His tone left no room for disagreement.

"Okay." I said, watching as he walked through the crowd and approached Dale.

Dale's eyes widened as Zayn approached and started talking, his emotionless face never faltering.

They exchanged a few words before Dale looked over to me and nodded slowly.

Zayn said something and then he walked back over.

"What did he say?" I asked, looking up at him.

"He said that if I hurt you, he'll hurt me." He said, shaking his head.

"So I said I'd shoot him." He finished, making me choke.

"What?" I said in disbelief.

"Ready?" He asked, taking my hand.

"Uh-huh." I replied, still dumbfounded.