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The Object Of Ridicule.

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(RORY’S POV)

My sister, Rosalie’s voice was the first thing that popped up in my head.

This fabric is perfect for the weather.

I guess she did not expect me to practically get drenched in punch. Because now, i am thinking, of how unfortunate I am to be wearing this!

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the intense gazes of everyone in the room and there’s no way to express how humiliated I feel right now.

My top felt plastered to my skin and looking down made me see how scandalous my boobs looked now in this drenched situation. Wine is still dripping from my hair down to my body and I feel very queasy all over a sudden.

I heard Todd mutter a string of profanities as he caught me and wrapped me swiftly with his large leather jacket.

“What the fuck, Leslie? How dare you!” He roared angrilly.

“Please don’t fight.” I manage to say but Todd had my face pressed to his chest.

He was protecting me from everything and everyone. A normal Todd thing to to.

In one moment, he had carried me in his arms and had now risen to his feet.

“How dare you!” He growled and I heard someone gasp.

Todd sounded very angry, I sneaked a peak and his veins were throbbing. I swallowed and stole a glance at Leslie. My guess is that she is the one who gasped because her eyes are widened at Todd in surprise at his reaction.

And then like a button was pushed, she snapped at him immediately .

“How dare she! How dare this damned geek kiss my own boyfriend! How dare she have her socially nonexistent lips on my own boyfriend’s lips! I don’t care if anyone had to walk naked!” She screeched angrilly .

There was a strong silence after her loud voice , then all eyes turned on Todd as if awaiting his reaction.

He was simmering in anger. I could practically feel the growl from his inner tummy.

I held on to his jacket tugging slightly to catch his attention.

“It’s okay, Todd. It’s okay.” I begged.

My voice was low and shaky but Todd seemed to have heard me clearly because his head snapped towards me immediately.

Something in hin seemed to soften immediately as he stared down at me and then he gave a glare at Leslie before spinning around with me.

I dared to look at the crowd watching us as he walked away but then I quickly closed my eyes.

Everyone had been watching like a movie was playing and they even had their phones held up at us.

The silence, made me realize, despite my alcohol infused state, that I had become the object of ridicule in this party.

Leslie had dumped a whole bottle of wine on me for kissing her boyfriend who also happened to be my best friend.

“Hey Todd, wait Up! You’re my ride!” I heard someone call from behind us accompanied by fast approaching footsteps

It was Laurel.

Todd said nothing. He just kept on moving in such fast strides that even though my eyes had been closed, it was no surprise when we got to the car quickly. Todd balanced me carefully as he opened the door to the backseat, then he placed me at the back laid down like a baby.

He lingered above my face, his beautiful blue, concerned eyes searching my face. It felt like I had lost the ability to speak. I just stared, tongue tied at his beautiful face so close to mine and the kiss replayed in my head.

Then he leaned forward and placed a kiss on my forehead. I was unable to stop myself from letting a gasp escape from my lips. There were a thousand butterflies in my tummy.

But Todd didn’t seem to hear me gasp, he was busy being too guilty.

“I’m so sorry, Candy. For everything tonight .” He murmured, his lips still hovering around my forehead.

I craved for his lips to go down, to my lips, or maybe my neck….I know I should be thinking of the fact that Leslie had humiliated me and sent me a pack full of eye daggers as Todd and I left the party.

But all I can think about is that Kiss! His tongue in mine, his lips against mine….

Todd withdrew and my stomach clenched in disappointment. Maybe I should have kissed him? But then I was reminded of why that was a bad idea……

“Is she passed out?” Laurel asked opening the door on the other end.

“No but she looks like she will soon be. I think she is shaken by everything.” He said and I could feel the sadness in his voice .

“Poor Rory.” I heard Laurel say.

I want to tell Todd not to worry about me but then something pulls me back. I feel lazy and too relaxed, My eyes begin to feel heavy.

I can hear Todd and Laurel conversing. Todd tells him to sit at the backseat and make sure nothing happens to me.

I want to tell Todd that I want him beside me, Not Laurel. I want him to hold me, to kiss me…. But I know a loss when I see one.

And I can tell that my body is about to give in, even though all I want to do is replay that kiss over and over and…………

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