Blake and I danced slowly, our bodies pressed against each other. I was on my third drink and was feeling a bit tipsy, but I tried my best to focus on Blake. I saw Jessica and Connor in my peripheral vision, who was arguing about something. Connor kept looking at Blake and me. He did not look happy.
Oh well, I don't need to worry about them. I've got a hot guy in my arms.
"Wanna go see what's upstairs?" Blake whispered in my ears.
"Sure thing," I said.
Blake took my arm and led me upstairs. We went inside someone's bedroom. Someone obsessed with the color pink.
"Wow! This room looks like Barbie threw up in it!" I commented.
Blake laughed. He sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him, motioning me to sit down. And like a good girl, I did what he told me. I'm usually not this compliant, but the alcohol was messing with my judgment.
"So, here we are," Blake smirked.
"Here we are," I repeated what he said.
Blake leaned over and kissed me. His breath smelled like beer, but I didn't mind since mine was probably the same. I leaned forward and kissed him back. His hands explored my top half, then trailed down to my thighs. He started to slide his hands inside my skirt, but I grabbed his hand and moved it away.
"Do you want to?" he said in a hoarse whisper.
"Do I want to what?" I asked. Completely oblivious to what he could be insinuating.
"Do you want to have sex? I borrowed a condom from my brother before I came here," Blake said.
Oh, so he knew he was going to get laid? What a slut!
"Um...no thanks? I haven't done it with anyone yet, and I'd like to be sober when I do," I said and inched away from him.
"Oh, come on! You aren't the type who likes to save themselves for the right person or something, are you? That's just romance novel bullshit!" Blake exclaimed.
Yes. I was exactly the type of person who believed in romance novel bullshit, and there was no way I was going to lose my precious virginity at some high school party.
"I think we should stop," I said. I hope he doesn't try to force himself on me. My eyelids were starting to feel heavy. I was in no condition to fight back.
"Alright, we don't have to do it if you don't want to," Blake smiled.
"Thank you for not being a jerk," I said.
"But we can continue to make out, right?" Blake looked at me with hopeful eyes.
"Yes, we can," I giggled drunkenly and pressed my lips on his. He put his arms around me and kissed me deeply. Suddenly, the door opened, and Connor barged in. His face was red like he was angry.
"Get away from her!" he shouted at Blake. What the hell?
"Who the fuck are you?" Blake said irritably and looked at Connor with confusion.
"That's not important. Don't fucking touch her!" Connor roared.
Huh? What the hell was going on? Why was Connor acting like my possessive boyfriend? Where was Jessica? I was all kind of confused.
I tried to stand up, but my legs felt wobbly, so I sat back down. Connor extended his hand toward me. "Come with me, Anya," he said.
"What? No. I'm having fun with Blake," I said. My voice sounded drunk and foreign in my own ears.
"Fun's over. I am taking you home," Connor said.
"She said she doesn't want to go home. Now beat it," Blake commented.
"Yeah, beat it, loser!" I cried.
Connor came closer and grabbed me by the waist, and pulled me closer to him. "What am I gonna do with you?" he mumbled.
"Nothing. Get your hands off of me, asshole? Where is Jessica? Your GIRLFRIEND? Did you ditch her to come hit on her best friend? I always knew you were a cheating whore!" I declared.
Connor looked annoyed. "I am not hitting on you. I am trying to get you out of here," he said.
"Well, I wanna stay with Blake," I said and wrapped my arms around Blake's neck.
Connor tried to grab me again, but Blake pushed me toward the bed, making me fall on top of it. I didn't have the energy to get up again, so I just lay there and observe the scuffle between Connor and Blake. What is this, the battle of alphas?
"What is going on here?" Jessica cried as she walked in. "Anya, are you okay?" she leaned over and asked.
"Why are you asking me that? I'm fine! I was having a great time with Blake until your jerk boyfriend came in and ruined everything," I complained.
Jessica looked at Connor. "What are you doing, Connor? Why are you bothering them?"
"I need him to get away from Anya," Connor said.
"Why?" Jessica and I asked at the same time.
"Because Blake is a fucking asshole. You don't understand," Connor said grimly.
"Fuck off, dude!" Blake shouted.
"Yeah...fu...you..." I mumbled. I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep in the middle of chaos.
I didn't wake up until the sunlight hit my face. I rolled to my side. I was sleeping in my own bed. How did I get here? Last night's memory flashed before my eyes, and I jolted awake. What happened?
I decided to call Jessica. I remember her being there at some point. She picked up the phone after one ring.
"Oh my god, Anya, are you okay!" she screamed in my ears.
"Jesus! Could you keep it down? I have a terrible headache," I said.
"Sorry. But you are okay?" Jessica asked again.
"Yes, I am fine. What happened last night," I asked.
"Well, I tried to get Connor away from Blake, but he punched him and carried you out of the room. And he wouldn't tell me why," Jessica said.
"Excuse me? What do you mean he carried me out?" I demanded to know.
"I mean, he picked you up, threw you on his shoulder, and walked right out the door and drove off," Jessica said.
"And you LET him!" I was flabbergasted.
"I thought something was going on between you two, so I didn't want to interrupt. Besides, Connor looked really scary," Jessica said.
What kind of effed up situation is this?
"Isn't he your boyfriend? Are you in some kind of open relationship I don't know about?" I asked.
Jessica went silent for a second. "So, about that...we broke up last night," she said after a moment.
I forgot about my situation for a minute and got curious. "Why?"
"Well...Ansel got drunk and professed his love to me and I well...I feel the same way," she said quietly.
"Oh, wow! That's great!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, so I thought maybe Connor got angry at me and decided to take it out on you or something?" Jessica offered.
"You thought that and still let him carry me away like that? What if he raped me?" I screamed.
"He would never do that," Jessica said. "Besides, he called Ansel right away and told him he left you in bed."
None of this made sense, and Jessica was apparently too dumb to comprehend this also.
The next morning I saw Blake and approached him."Hey Blake, about the other night..." I paused as Blake look at me with a terrified expression on his face. He had a ginormous black eye on his face. It must be Connor's handiwork."Oh my god, Blake, what happened?" I asked.
"Thank you for having me, Mr. and Mrs. Adams, this will save me a lot of time and money," Connor said to my parents."It is our pleasure, sweetheart. Everyone here loves having you around," mom said."Not everyone," he looked at me and winked. Jerk.
What?Why were there Angelfishes delivered to me? I bet it was Connor. It must be one of his pranks. But giving me gifts wasn't a very good prank. Maybe he thought it'd annoy me, which it kind of did, but it felt nice at the same time.I found him standing in the garden later in the day.
"So you do remember me?" the intruder asked.I had no idea..."Nope. I don't know who you are. How did you get inside the house?" I demanded to know.
I grabbed my clothes and went to the bathroom to change before the police saw me. Soon, I was ready to report my stalker. I was still shaken up from my traumatic experience with the stalker man, so the police briefly questioned me then took him away."You can't tell everyone about this," I told Connor.
The wedding day.Everything was going perfectly. The venue was ready for us to arrive, the sky was clear to have the outdoor ceremony. I put on my dress. I tied my hair in a loose bun with braids and put on some makeup."Wow honey, this dress looks amazing on you!" mom exclaimed.
Well, fuckiddy fuck fuck.I guess I am going out with Connor now. All thanks to my big fat mouth. But whoever thought he'll jump on the Anya train so fast? I thought he was into Jessica?"What do you mean you will date me now?" I asked again.
"Wait, Connor! Where are you taking me?" I said frantically as he dragged me somewhere."Patience cupcake," he chuckled."I can't run in these shoes! My feet hurt!" I complained. I was more of a sneakers and boots gal, you see?