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Then I was outcast as the black sheep, the girl no one wanted anything to do with in fear that it would affect theirreputation.
That’s the day I learned I was alone in the world and always would be.
Drake steps in closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into him. I inhale sharply, the scent of his cologne making something inside of me flutter and tingle in a way I’ve never experienced in his presence before. He leans in closer, his mouth coming to my ear as he licks his lips, his wet, hot tongue grazing me.
“Well, you're in luck sweet Stella, because I’m pretty damn amazing. They’re only still standing because I have yet to have my turn, and I’m kind of in need of a partner? What do you say, sweetheart?” My heart skips a beat, my body reacting to the way his voice is so husky and deep, sending a shiver of goosebumps across my skin. I blame the little white pill I took prior to coming out here for this newfound willingness to act out in spite. I’m never myself when it runs through my veins, which lately has been more often than not.
What the hell is happening to me?
“She said no,” Kai groans, and immediately my body relaxes. Staring down at the ground, I smile softly. I can’t help feeling hopeful that Kai's angry, because Drake is standing so close to me right now. It’s no secret he can be someone possessive and jealous, even though he acts as if he doesn’t care. “She doesn’t know how. Let’s try not to embarrass the poor girl,” he adds, and suddenly my frown is back in place.
So much for caring. He’s just trying to save me from making a complete fool of myself. Well, too late for that.
I hear Casey and Leigh giggling and snickering as I look up at them. Everyone in the room is staring at me with taunting and teasing smirks, laughing at the pathetic loser.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but the words that slip out of my mouth are the complete opposite of what I want to say. “Actually,” I murmur, stepping toward Drake and taking his hand in mine. I look toward Kai, who whisks forward, his hazel eyes now black as night. “I guess if I’m going to learn, it has to be from the best.” I flick my hair over my shoulder and follow Drake to the table.
“Pick your poison, Silver,” Drake says, showing me all the bottles of alcohol and juices to mix. I shouldn’t be drinking tonight. The plan was to stay sober. I already took my meds, which means adding alcohol will fuck up my plan to find out what the hell is going on with Jade. Not to mention I’m already so distracted by Kai and his sudden show of affection for Casey.
“Um, I guess tequila and orange juice,” I mumble to Drake, though I’m confused why he’s not just handing me a beer. I mean, this is beer pong, right? “Isn’t beer pong supposed to be played with beer?” I blurt out, instantly regretting it as the crowd that’s formed around us erupts in hysterical laughter.
“Not in this house, Dollface,” Kai mocks, calling me by the nickname he’s been adamant in using, while taking a swig of the bottle of tequila in his hand. Casey wiggles under his arm, turning to face him with her mouth wide open. He leans over and spits the tequila he has yet to swallow into her mouth.
Tears threaten to break free at the sight of him being so close to her, of acting like he’s more than just hanging out with her, making me sick. He lifts his head, his eyes practically closed, proving just how drunk he is and looks straight at me. “The big kids drink hard liquor, princess. Still think you can hang?”
Everyone around us laughs even louder at his comment, and I’m just about ready to run out of here, crying like the pathetic little girl everyone thinks I am, when Drake comes to my rescue. He hands me the drink he’s poured me and leans in, placing a tender kiss on the outer corner of my mouth. I freeze just as his mouth touches mine, unable to breathe, to think.
“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he whispers, making me shiver, “This big guy is gonna take care of you.” Suddenly, I don’t know why or how, but I relax, believing every word he says.
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The next morning I wake up feeling exactly like I do every time I drink too much the night before. Perfectly fine. I know to everyone I’m a lightweight, a girl who can’t handle her liquor, but what they don’t know is that I’ve gotten so used to the way it feels, to the taste, the euphoria it brings, it’s become my favorite thing to tune out the grief and pain that's stricken me down my whole life.
Therefore, I’ve become numb to it.
I know my friends don’t see it, and I don’t blame them for it. They see what I want to show them, a girl who’s been through hell and continues to keep a positive attitude and is there for others when they need her the most, minimizing my own problems and trauma to ensure they don’t see past the disguise I wear like an invisible cloak. Sad to say, it’s all a facade, one that, thanks to my senile uncle, has been perfected.
At first it was fear. Fear of what would happen to me, fear of what would happen to those around me if I ever confessed what he did to me. Then it became anger. Anger that no one around me gave a shit or cared enough to notice what was so blatantly obvious: the bruises, the cuts, and busted lips. Finally, it turned into nonchalance. I hid in the shadows, faded into the background, and for once, I didn’t give a damn what happened to me.
Now, however, it’s come down to acceptance. Accepting that this is my destined fate. To be unhappy and alone, while everyone around me moves on with their lives, I’m stuck in my never-ending nightmare, destined to live out this wretched fairytale at the beck and call of the villain in my tale. His wish is my command and obey I must. Or else.
I woke up in an empty bed, but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Jade woke up in the middle of the night and ran into the attached restroom to hurl all the junk food she consumed last night into the toilet. At first I was scared. I wanted to run to her to make sure she was okay, but then I started putting all the pieces together. The lack of alcohol consumption, the crazy moods she’s been in, down to the ridiculous amounts of food she’s been consuming.
Jade’s pregnant. She’s having Sebastian’s baby. That’s the only explanation.
I have no idea the things that must be going through her head, however, I won’t push her on it. When and if she’s ready, I know she will come to me, and I’ll be here for her in every way I can be.
I step out of the restroom, dressed in a dark blue pleated skirt and a light brown sweater, debating what it is I’m going to do with the news I’ve just discovered. It’s not my place, but then again, as Sebastian is my family.
“Every day I wonder how Scar and Jade found someone like you.” Startled by the deep masculine voice in the room, I look up and find Drake sitting on the edge of the bed, his bed. He doesn't look as put together as I do. Clearly, last night's festivities affected him more than they did me.
His eyes are low and hooded as they watch me, trailing along the outfit I’m wearing until they come back up to meet mine. I look down at my feet, nervously twirling a strand of my hair between my fingers.
“What do you mean?” My voice is nothing more than a whisper. I don’t know why being around him has made me so nervous lately. I’m not attracted to Drake. I mean, of course I’m physically attracted to him. I have eyes, but not in the same way I want Kai.
With Drake, it’s more of a curiosity. I’m curious to know why I've suddenly spoken to Damon Drake more in twenty-four hours than in the six months I’ve known him.
“Look at you Silver, you’re wearing something they’d never be caught dead in. You bleed class and elegance, while those two are rebels without a cause.”
