|Will The Drama Ever End?
Author: ecstatic-craze PM
You know what sucks? I had to move in with my aunt who lives in this snobby rich town. Then I met the notorious, infuriating, playboy, Ethan. I hate his guts! Then there's my best friend I had made a promise to and this guy who stole my chocolate? That's weird...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 12 - Words: 42,188 - Reviews: 61 - Favs: 39 - Follows: 45 - Updated: 12-01-12 - Published: 08-29-10 - id: 2842753
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Chapter Twelve: Sex-crazed morons.
It was the weekend, on a Saturday. I was upstairs in my room and also avoiding going downstairs to where the boys were. Apparently they were planning to throw a huge party, I heard this on my way to the bathroom. I wasn't snooping or anything, I just really needed the bathroom, and my bathroom is…smaller? I was just passing by and coincidently heard their conversation. I'm not nosy and I could care less about their pathetic lives though.
An hour later I heard their loud music being turned on and then the door bell going off repeatedly. I stayed slumped down on my bed listening to some song.
That darn doorbell rang about a million times... there were just that many people. Why would someone want to see all those annoying snobby rich assholes at home on a weekend when they are already forced to see them every day?
After an hour I finally got hungry. It was now 10 p.m. and the last time I ate was morning breakfast. The cook had been out today and Thomas had made breakfast. Just remembering that thing he made makes me nauseous. I think it was moving. No offense to Thomas but he can't cook.
I was so hungry and I knew that I could easily sneak into the kitchen unnoticed, I just didn't feel like seeing anyone. I put on a large hoodie over my head, no one would notice me unless they looked at me straight in the face.
It was going to be quite the mission seeing as my only way to the kitchen was to walk down the grand stairs. Which is right in center of the ballroom, where the party is obviously going on. I mean they wouldn't have it in the bathroom, right?
I quickly snuck out of my room and down the hall to the grand stairs. I practically hugged the railing as I walked down to the ballroom. There were people everywhere, passed out on the stairs, grinding to the music, drunkenly talking to themselves, you know the usual.
They might be rich but they partied the exact same way people did in my old town. Like alcoholic sex-crazed morons.
I kept my face hidden, I didn't want anyone to recognize me or even try to interact with me. I might not have blended in with all the people there but there were so many of them, I'm sure no one even noticed me. I squeezed myself past all the moving bodies.
I turned to the hallway on the right of the stairs heading to the kitchen. Avoiding looking at the couples making out in the hallway, I noticed the elevator.
And I had wasted my time trying to get down those stairs, when there was a perfectly good elevator across the kitchen.
I sighed and went into the kitchen only to hide my face again. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw them. Of all people I didn't feel like seeing.
There were a group of people standing around the island table drinking beer. Ugh. Ethan and Jason were there. Both boys stood there as a couple of desperate girls threw themselves at them. Ethan had a big fat lazy smirk on his face as he watched the clinging girl.
I put my head down facing the floor so my hair fell over my face and made my way to the fridge.
I opened it hoping to take the leftover chocolate cake to my room. There it was all chocolaty and delicious. Right in the middle on its silver plate begging me to come and eat it. My stomach grumbled.
I jumped at the voice and hit my head on the roof of the refrigerator.
"Fuck…" I groaned rubbing my head hoping the hit wouldn't affect my insanity.
"Did I scare you?" Ethan murmured.
I looked up at him scowling, then to where he was before with the girls and Jason.
Jason was still with the girls not even noticing Ethan's absence. I think he was somewhat drunk.
I looked back at Ethan. He had a lazy smirk on his face. His eyes were not like usual, serious and hard sapphire emotionless eyes. They were warm and his emotions were everywhere, written all over his eyes. Odd.
"You drunk idiot!" I shrieked at Ethan pushing him away.
He had been to close for comfort and the strong smell of alcohol was reeking off his clothes.
"Yet you throw yourself all over Damien right?" He spat.
My mouth hung open. He almost sounded jealous. Or he's calling me a slut… Maybe he didn't mean both, I mean, come on, the boy is drunk!
I pushed Ethan away and scowled. Why'd he have to bring that up.
"I'm not a slut. Fuck you." I snapped then walked out of the kitchen forgetting the chocolate cake I had wanted. I heard Ethan mutter something but ignored it and kept walking to the ballroom.
Right before I was about to walk up the grand stairs I heard Emma call my name.
"Destiny! I thought you would never come down." She giggled and then grabbed my hand pulling me in some other direction. Away from the stairs and my good old room. Damn I should've taken the elevator. I just had to be the one to want to make a more rushed and dramatic exit. If I stomped away and stood at the elevator... it would have looked all wrong.
The place was too full and the lights were too dimmed to see where I was being pulled. Before I knew it I was sitting in the living room sofa next to Emma surrounded by dancing people. The people extended from the ballroom to the living room, yet they skipped the hallways. Those are filled with lovers…
She asked me why I was locked upstairs and that her and Kyle had been looking for me so that we could've all gotten stoned together. Then she began cheering about how I was finally out of my room. Her behavior reminded me of Kyle.
"Where is the fool anyway?" I asked her.
"Off somewhere dancing, he met some pretty lady." Emma winked and giggled dancing in her seat.
The girl kept giggling, she was so bubbly I questioned if she was already high. I studied her for awhile. She was twitchy too… is that like one of her special behaviors?
"Dude! Dude! Hey. Guess what! Guess what! This is awesome. Come. Come. Come. Come!" Kyle then came jumping around uncontrollably. He pulled at us desperately.
"Are you high?" I asked. "Did you get Emma high?" I narrowed my eyes.
The boy stopped in place, "No, haven't drank nor gotten stoned…yet." He smiled wickedly.
I stared at him for a moment. He was dead serious.
"Then how is Emma fucking stoned. Look at her!"
We both turned to watch Emma. The blonde was grinning with her eyes closed swaying in her seat and singing 'Pocketful of Sunshine.'
Kyle cringed then put his hands up in surrender. "I didn't do that to her."
We continued to watch her for a second then Kyle began jumping and pulling at my hand again. "Either way! Who Cares! You have to some watch! Come, Come, Come, Come!"
I sighed and let him pull me to wherever he wanted to take me.
I noticed many people were heading in that same direction, but what caught my attention was the fact that there was a large crowd around the kitchen.
I leave for one second and something interesting happens.
Kyle somehow got us right past the all those people and into the kitchen. Well technically the people moved aside and made a path for Kyle and me. (I include me there to make myself seem more special) They are seriously obsessed with these boys. Maybe that's the reason for the crowd, to watch Ethan and Jason take off their shirts? It has to do something with them, since the last time I was in the kitchen both boys were in there and they're like magnets to these people.
Once in front of everybody it became very obvious why everyone had flocked around the kitchen.
In the scene was Rosemary, Savannah, Jason and Ethan.
Jason was in the corner of the room backing away from the girls. Ethan stood on the side in a drunken state. And in the middle of it all was Ethan's girlfriend, Rosemary, and Savannah. The two were violently kicking, punching, scratching and pulling at each other's hair.
I had never seen anything so violent. It was like watching the animal channel.
I had an urge to "wooohooo!" and cheer them on.
Savannah's nose was bleeding, her makeup smudged (Crying maybe?), and her golden blonde hair in Rosemary's fist.
Rosemary was in a worse condition. Savannah had both her fists wrapped around Rosemary's brown hair. Rosemary had a back eye, her makeup smudged (also crying maybe?) and her lip was bleeding. Four red scratch lines ran down her right cheek.
There were numerous cat calls an wolf-whistles thrown at the vicious girls. Okay I get the whole thing about boys being perverted when girls have cat fights, but this is not even a cat fight anymore. It more of killing and murdering. How is that hot or sexy, whatever those boys are thinking. they're bleeding for god's sakes!
Ethan, who was drunk, seemed confused, he was as clueless as he was when sober. Idiot.
I felt useless just standing there not doing anything to stop them. But I knew that if I even interfered Savannah would beat the hell out of me.
Then out of nowhere Amy and Stephanie came to the rescue.
"Get out! All of you! Now!" Amy growled at the crowd. She was so sweet and innocent-like most of the time. Angry Amy is just frightening.
In a matter of seconds everyone left the kitchen. Amy forcefully grabbed a weaker Rosemary and pulled her away towards the bathroom. The brunette was crying and almost her whole face was swollen and red. Eh…also frightening?
Stephanie grabbed Savannah who shoved her right off and walked to the kitchen sink. The rest of us watched her warily as if she would explode any minute. She just washed her face calmly. Then leaned against the counter with her eyes closed.
Both girls had been in horrible condition, and that left me curious about what had happened.
Next to me Kyle stood quietly opposite of us on the other side of the room stood Ethan next to Jason. Stephanie was at the entrance watching Savannah.
Savannah then abruptly spun on her feet, she flipped Ethan off and stalked out of the room. Ethan seemed both offended and shocked.
Next to me Kyle shrugged it off. "She'll get over it by tomorrow."
"Is this a usual thing?" I asked.
"With every girlfriend or slut Ethan has." Kyle answered. He then gave me a knowing look. "Or girls that have interest in him." He winked. I gave him a dirty look. "Just kidding." He squeaked.
"What happened here anyway." Stephanie questioned. I wonder if Stephanie heard Kyle.
"Same old, same old. Rosemary was being clingy. Savannah just came and attacked her. It was Savannah's usual jealousy. I"m used to it." Ethan said rubbing his temple as if he had a headache. Or his head was fuzzy with all that drinking.
What happened to him being clueless? He just admitted that Rosemary is clingy and that Savannah is jealous.
Wait he doesn't seem drunk...DID HE NOTICE KYLE'S WINK AND HIS JUST KIDDING!?
"And I missed the action!" Kyle groaned.
I raised an eyebrow at him while inside panicking.
Not like that! Action as in the drama. Not the. He-he. Other stuff." Kyle giggled in a high shrill voice.
"Did you just giggle?" I asked.
"I have a feminine side."
"You sure you're not gay?" I inquired.
"I get laid almost every day! And I'm pretty sure I enjoy it."
My face scrunched up in disgust. "That's not something to be proud of. In fact I'm pretty sure you have an STD."
Kyle huffed and stuck up his nose away from me. "I'm going to check how distorted Rosemary's face must be." and he left the kitchen.
Ethan, Jason and I just stared at the kitchen's entrance as he pranced away. One second later he came back running. "Savannah is one vicious creature." He blurted then turned to the Ethan, "You might want to break up with her now, she looks uuuugly." then Kyle left again.
I turned to look at Ethan and Jason. Ethan was staring of into space lost in deep thought. Jason was turning green and could barely stand up. You could tell by the way he was gripping the counter.
I turned and left the kitchen deciding to look for Emma, who knows the trouble that the girl can get into when high. I left the two boys and went to the ballroom where everyone was dancing. Or should I say humping. Technically that's what they're doing. With all that touching they might as well be having sex on the dance floor.
I looked around for awhile. Almost every part of the dance floor. "Where is she." I mumbled to myself.
There were so many bodies, I doubted it was only people from our school.
Bodies were so knitted closely together that almost everyone was touching. I felt too many people's body parts it was finally annoying and I gave up on finding Emma.
Wouldn't you leave if you felt an ass rub against you? No? Then you're a pervert too.
As I made my way out of the crowd I felt a hand grasp my wrist. I stopped in my tracks and turned around to see who it was.
It was Damien. AKA Chocolate-napper. The random cute guy who stole my chocolate. Who I recently found out his name and that he's a senior and plays soccer. Oh and girls. He plays girls. But Im sure he isn't as man-whore-y as Ethan but this one switches from girlfriends faster than I change my underwear. And I obviously do that every day.
I stared at him questioningly then pointedly at his hand that was still holding my wrist. He just smiled charmingly. I raised an eyebrow. He grinned then opened his mouth to speak.
"Wanna dance?" He asked. What now he wants to play with me too. Oh hell no.
"Uh. Not really." I answered.
"Oh come on. Is it because you can't dance." He smirked playfully.
"Pfft! I bet I dance better than you!" I scoffed.
"Yeah right. Prove it." He challenged. Oooh, he knew my weakness.
I couldn't turn down a challenge. I'm Destiny! I had to just prove him wrong. I have way to much pride.
He still hadn't let go of my wrist and pulled me to the middle of the dance floor. I let him lead the way.
Then after an exact one second of dancing, the song changed to a slower one. I had kept a foot away from him before but as soon as the next song began and everyone grabbed a partner, Damien grabbed me. He put his arm around my waist and pulled me up against him.
Why do I always find myself too close to this guy?
I put both my hands on his chest to push him away but he wouldn't let go. I caught the smirk on his face. Fucking chocolate-napper was enjoying this! What does he expect me to fall into his player arms.
Then he leaned in closer to my ear. "Stop struggling or I'll hold you for two more songs." He muttered.
I stopped moving and angrily just danced with him. I pretty much just stomped around but I let my hands rest on his chest. I heard a soft chuckle emit from his throat. Glad he's amused.
After awhile I got tired of being angry and just danced normally. Like a human being not anymore like a horse or hippo, whatever I had looked like. It actually felt nice to dance with him, shockingly I enjoyed it.
It was calming in a way, since most of the time I was either angry, or plainly stressed. I'm never just calm.
Plus the fact guys are normally too afraid to be close to me. No one would dare to do what he just did.
Suddenly someone grabbed my forearm harshly and forcefully pulled me away from Damien and the dance floor. I was being pulled so fast, the last thing I saw was Damien's curious and surprised face. I looked at my kidnapper.
It was Ethan.
I shoved him off and scowled. He had no right to man-handle me. "What the fuck. What gives you the right to-"
He just grabbed me arm again and began pulling me all over again.
"Hey! Who the fuck do you think you are!" I growled trying but failing at pulling my arm away.
"Emma and Kyle were looking for you. They're in the Kitchen." Ethan said finally letting go of my arm and turning to look at me. He had managed to drag me completely away from the ballroom and to the hallway next to the kitchen, and I wasn't even a challenge.
I hated being man-handled. Especially by Ethan. Mostly because where he grabbed me left a tingling sensation on my arm. I sound so stupid...
Since Ethan wasn't so sober his emotions were displayed for the world to see. I saw a mixture of confusion, anger, tiredness, frustration and sadness in his sapphire eyes. It was the most I had ever seen. I knew him for about two weeks and his eyes were so emotionless. Get him drunk and his eyes almost spill everything. I wonder what he's like after he drinks even more. Would he trust me with all his darkest secrets?
For a second I felt sympathy for him. He always seemed like a troubled guy. There's always a reason guys like him are that way.
I realized my arm was lifting up to touch his face but I pulled it back down.
I tried to remember all the bad things about Ethan.
He's mean to me.
I hate him... because I like him. And saying that makes me hate him even more.
I despise him. He's those cliche troubled guys that probably use it to get to girls like me. And even the girl they actually like they end up hurting. I won't let myself be hurt by anyone. I don't like getting attached. People never stick around.
I glared. "Why couldn't you just tap me on the shoulder and tell me?"
He shrugged carelessly and walked away getting lost in the crowd of people.
The fuck. Bastard. I hate him. So much hate….
I stood there fuming about how much I hated Ethan until Kyle and Emma interrupted me.
"Let's go get high." Kyle cheered.
I sucked in a breath of air to calm myself down and turned to them.
"Isn't Emma already totally high off her fucking mind?" I looked at my blonde friend. She had a grin on her face as she swayed in her spot staring dreamily into space.
"Oh yeah. I wonder who did this." Kyle said.
Suddenly a thought came to my head. "Maybe whoever did this did it to take advantage of her."
Kyle's eyes widened "You think?"
"I don't know."
"Well She would be with said person right now but she's not. She's here right now. Safe and sound with us." Kyle shrugged after thinking about it for a moment.
"What if she got raped."
"I don't think anyone around here would do that. Never happened before."
"Well I don't think anyone would know that, people usually don't go bragging about it. Rape could happen anywhere."
"What do you want us to do about it," Kyle retorted "We can only wait till Monday, maybe she'll remember something." He paused. "Now let's get high Destiny!"
Emma had fallen asleep after awhile so Kyle and I left her in my bedroom.
Then we went to the kitchen and got drunk…
I know, I'm stupid for getting drunk again! Last time I did I went all mean girl on Ethan instead of apologizing.
I'd probably do something stupid, and who would take care of me! Kyle? Who apparently is now stoned. And stoned to an extreme too.
Next to me Kyle was laughing hysterically. Well not exactly next to me. He was laying on the hard floor making snow angels.
I began giggling.
"Kyle get up moron, it's not snowing!" I kept giggling.
Since when did I giggle?
"Then why Is the floor white! And fluffy!"
I had no idea how it was fluffy but it was marble white floor.
"It must be snow." I whispered to myself.
Kyle was humming some song and tuning out of the world completely.
I left him in the kitchen and went to the ballroom, I just felt like dancing!
In one hand I carried a half-emptied bottle of beer as I stumbled into the ballroom.
Then some person bumped right into me. I almost fell but did some unusual moves to gain my balance again.
My anger flared up too quickly, my emotions were everywhere, I was moodier than ever.
I did what any drunk person would do. I pushed the girl back.
She stumbled into another person, almost falling to the floor but regained her composure and spun around to glare at me.
"What the hell." She screeched,
She eyed me up and down with attitude.
"You think you're better than me just because you're rich?" I scoffed. Well it didn't come out the way I meant it. I was slurring.
I was totally wasted.
She sneered and stepped forward. I noticed how much more taller she was than me. But I'd probably take her down, she seems like the type who would be preoccupied with damaging her pretty face.
I on the other hand like t get down and dirty.
I was just about to lunge at her when large arms wrapped around my waist and I was yet again dragged away.
I got pissed all over again.
I HATE BEING MAN HANDLED! GRRR! I turned around coming face to face with Ethan.
And apparently he was much more drunk than before.
I pushed him away and sniffed.
"Are you going to cry?" Ethan smirked standing a few feet in front of me. His smirk wasn't arrogant and asshole-y like usual it was lazy and careless. He was fucking wasted! Probably more than me!
"No." I mumbled.
My mood really is all over the place.
"You're just as wasted as I am." Then he started laughing wildly and walked away.
I have no clue why but I followed him.
He went all the way past the living room to the sliding doors that lead to the outside-backyard-pool-place-thingy.
I went right after him for some reason.
The reasonable side in me was telling me to leave him and go inside to my room and relax but I was way too wasted to even understand those words.
Instead I watched Ethan lean over the pool and study it as if planning to do something with it.
What did he want to drown? He can barely manage to stand and he wants to swim?
I began to giggle.
He turned around to look at me. "Did you follow me?" He was as beyond drunk as I was yet he didn't slur. His words came out perfectly.
"Yes." I wouldn't have admitted that if I wasn't drunk. "Why did you stop me from fighting. And the dancing with Damien?"
He just stared.
I saw so many emotions in his eyes. Why does he always look so miserable when he's drunk. "To be honest, I really don't know. I just did it." Then he took off his shoes and then his black tee.
He then jumped into the pool. He forgot to take off his pants. Now they're wet…hehe…
He didn't come up from the water for awhile and I actually wondered if he had drowned. I walked closer to the pool to check. It was such a pretty blue color, I had to take off my shoes, I had on shorts so I didn't need to roll those up. I sat at the edge of the pool and let my legs dangle in the water. It was bit cold at first but it felt relaxing.
Suddenly Ethan popped out of the water right in front of me.
I shrieked for my life.
My screaming died down slowly and we both began laughing uncontrollably.
Normally I would have smacked him or done something violent for scaring the shit out of me but as I said before I was extremely drunk.
Suddenly after our laughter stopped and his lips crashed onto mine. I had no clue who initiated it, might've been me or him.
His hands were on either side of me holding the edges of the pool. His torso in between my legs. I was leaning down and both my hands were in his hair holding his face closer. The kiss was hungry, fast, and full of want. Like I had needed it badly or something. I wanted him even closer if possible. I didn't notice I was slipping right of the edge.
The cold water suddenly hit my face as I fell in. If we weren't so wasted maybe I would've noticed or Ethan could've caught me.
"W-Water's c-cold." I stuttered.
"Yeah." Ethan grinned as he floated in the water. He was too drunk to even comment on the kiss. I probably was too.
I shivered and climbed right out. A towel was dangling right in front of my face as soon as I looked up.
And right behind the towel was Kyle. He had a smirk half grin on his face.
"Hey Kyle." I smiled taking the towel from him and wrapping it around myself. It was so hard and tiring to wrap it around me though.
"Oh my god Destiny, you're fucking wasted. Do you not realize what you just did?" He pointed behind me.
"Uhh. Yes? Sure?"
"Come on." He put and arm around me and helped me stumble back inside.
"What about Ethan?" I slurred.
Kyle chuckled and brought me up the grand stairs.
"I'll send Chris to get him. Chris is actually the only sober one right now."
"I thought you were all happy before, I left you in the kitchen making snow angels."
"It only lasted an hour. Then you were gone. And I found you making out with a certain somebody." He winked. We were finally in my room.
"He is a really good kisser. My lips are still tingling." I giggled.
Kyle snickered. "I can't wait to see your face tomorrow when you find out. You'll probably kill me if you find out I caught it on tape." He laid me on my bed.
"Look it's Emma." I screeched pointing a finger at Emma who was right next to me sleeping soundly.
"Yeah now go to sleep. It's going to be a horrible hangover tomorrow morning." He shut the lights off and closed the door.
The room grew dim until it was engulfed in darkness.
Ahh... I want to know who most of you like ... Ethan or Damien?