Chapter 12: T W E L V E
M I L O
I heard the girls coming down the stairs while I finished telling the DJ where to set up. Hearing the boys whistle, I whipped around to see the most enchanting sight I've ever laid my eyes on. Indie looked beyond fucking gorgeous, this was the second time I had seen her dolled up. And let me tell you, it had me very excited.
Don't get me wrong, I'm fascinated by her natural beauty but she looked like a damn goddess standing here in front of me. And there was no doubt in my mind that I was drooling right now.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when I saw her biting her bottom lip in nervousness, her cheeks painted a rosy pink. I hastily made my way to her, laying my hand out to her. She placed her soft little hand in mine and I made her twirl so I could get a better look at her attire.
"You're not allowed to leave my side tonight, mi belleza," I stated before crashing my lips to hers. I heard her groan in satisfaction, making me want to just take her back upstairs. But knowing I couldn't do that, I decided to embrace the moment by licking her bottom lip begging for an entrance. When she denied me, I took her ass in my hands and gave it a squeeze. This caused her to gasp, giving me a chance to slip my tongue in. I began to explore her entire mouth, fighting for dominance, which she willingly gave me. After a couple of minutes, I pulled back, allowing her to catch her breath. I looked down to see her face burning red, and her lips swollen. She looked so fucking beautiful.
I N D I G O
After we pulled away from our heated make out session, and I evened out my breathing, I took in what he was wearing. His costume was Danny Zuko from Grease, which I had told him was my favorite movie. He wore a white v-neck, his chest tattoos on display, with a black leather jacket to compliment it. His shirt was tucked into some denim jeans that were paired with blacked out slip on vans. I melted on the inside seeing that we were wearing matching shoes.
"Nice costume," I said after I was finished ogling over him. He shot me his signature smirk.
At this point, I realized everyone else had already retreated to the back yard where the music was playing. Milo took my hand and led me to the kitchen to get our drinks.
I thought to the night I had my first alcoholic beverage. It was only three wine coolers and I remember feeling a bit tingly but nothing too intense. With that in mind, I asked Milo if I could try something different this time.
"Only because I'm here to take care of you," he said while handing me a red solo cup. The drink was red and tasted like Fruit Punch with a kick to it. And by kick, I mean a burning sensation. I started to cough from the sudden interaction, earning a chuckle from Milo.
"Yeah, it's an acquired taste," he said while trying to control his laughter.
I nodded my head in agreement before taking another sip; the second one going down better than the first.
"Lets go find the gang," he said while taking my hand and leading me to the back door.
I spotted the girls in the middle of the dance floor but continued walking with Milo. We finally found the guys after searching for about five more minutes. All of them were wearing the same outfit as Milo, and I realized he had them dressing like the rest of the Grease cast, making the butterflies return.
Oh my God. He is amazing...
"Alright, Casanova. You definitely earned brownie points tonight," I stated cooly while gesturing to the dope ass costume choices.
His eyes sparkled in fascination. "That's what I was going for princess," he said seductively, making me tingle inside.
"Get a room!," Tanner yelled out.
"Yeah, we already had to witness you two sucking face earlier," Jake replied with his nose scrunched up.
My face heated up as I remembered the make out session at the end of the stairs. I had forgotten they were even there to witness that!
Tyler bursted out with laughter, the other two joining in on behalf of my embarrassment.
"Shut up," I groaned while burying my face into my hands.
"Awe," they all cooed in unison.
"What'd you guys do now?," Em asked while her and Vera approached us.
"They're being ass hats," I mumbled through my hands.
Everyone was laughing now, including myself.
I drank a couple more solo cups before the fuzzy feeling started to flow through my head. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive.
I started to dance with the girls, mimicking the hip movements they were doing, feeling the beat of the music vibrating under my shoes. I felt hands wrap around my waist softly, the pain numbed by alcohol. I looked back to see Milo smirking, moving my body with his in a rhythmic fashion. If he hadn't been holding me in place, my knees would have buckled right then and there.
The things this boy does to me.
After a few songs, the guys had gone to refill their cups while the girls and I continued on with our dancing.
Shortly after the next song started to play, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist tightly, I winced feeling the pressure. And knowing Milo has never been this rough with me, I flung my head around to see a dark brown haired guy with shit colored eyes staring down at me, licking his lips. I tried to push myself away from him, but this only made him grip harder on my waist, making me cry out in pain.
Luckily, this caught the attention of the girls, as I watched Em stealthily approach us, shoving him off of me. Vera held me up as I stumbled back from the man's hold. And due to his intoxication, he stumbled back as well and fell flat on his ass.
"Holt shit, Indie! Are you okay?!," Em yelled out.
"Y-Yeah... thank you so much...," I replied back.
"Where the fuck did he go?," Vera asked.
Em and I turned our direction to see that the unknown creep had already retreated into the crowd, out of sight.
"Shit," Em cursed angrily.
"Indie, if you see him again, spray this shit at him," Vera said while tossing me a tiny pink canister.
"It's pepper spray," she said.
"But don't spray it in an enclosed area, or your eyes are gonna burn like a bitch and it'll feel like you just inhaled a fuck ton of cinnamon," Em added.
I nodded and smiled warmly at them. They were like sisters to me... fighting off the bad guys...
The rest of our crew had returned, so I slipped the spray into my pocket. After a few more minutes of conversing, we all headed inside to see a crowd formed around the island.
There was a strategic drinking game taking place that involved ten solo cups that were designed in a pyramid-like formation on each side. During the first round, Milo explained to me the rules of what he called 'Beer Pong'. After the game was over, he gently pulled me to the front of the table while announcing that we were next.
It turns out, I'm a total hoss at this. We were ahead by seven cups when I decided to try the bouncing technique Milo told me about. This in turn would make the other team drink two cups, instead of the usual one. When my ball popped into the back left cup, everyone cheered loudly and I couldn't help but hop up and down in excitement.
"Nice shot, mi amor," Milo whispered in my ear. The heat rose to my cheeks instantly due to the alcohol taking an effect. Lord, help me.
Thanks to Milo's killer skills, we won on our next turn. Feeling a bit dizzy, I asked him if we could do something different. He smiled widely at me and took my hand, weaving us in and out of the random people in the hallways. We ended up in the game room, and we took a seat on the couch with some other kids sitting around playing Black Ops III.
"Ever play?," Milo asked while holding the controller out to me.
This was the one thing Jim allowed me to have. I wasn't ever given the Wi-Fi password in order to keep me from playing online, but I played the story mode and zombies.
I nodded vigorously with a grin spreading across my face, taking the controller from him and pressing 'x' to start the mission. I heard him chuckle from beside me while the guys on the ground all cheered me on. Five minutes into the game and the drinks were running right through me, making me have the sudden urge to pee.
I paused the game and handed the controller to the blonde haired boy who was sitting down next to my feet.
"Bathroom break!," I said, turning my attention to Milo.
"Hurry back, princess," he cooed.
I was in the bathroom washing my hands when the door opened.
Shit, I thought I locked that.
Thankful that I wasn't in the middle of taking a piss, I looked to see who had just walked in.
My face dropped and my heart beat quickened when I saw the same dark haired boy from the dance floor shutting the door, trapping us in the room.
I started to feel extreme panic when I realized we were in an enclosed space; Em's warning replaying in my mind. The fear consumed me, knowing I wasn't going to be able to use the spray in my back pocket.
I watched in horror as he stalked towards me, back handing me when he was within range.
My body tumbled over, which resulted in me smashing my head against the sink before crashing to the ground, black spots appearing in my vision.
"You thought your little friend could embarrass me like that and get away with it?!," he hollered out.
I was sobbing due to the painful pounding in my head, wanting to be in Milo's arms right now.
I felt him straddle my waist, unbuttoning my jeans in the process. I started to scream at the top of my lungs, fear rising in my chest when I realized the music was drowning me out. I started to flail my fists around, attempting to hit him as hard as I could. I managed to get a hit in on his left eye, but he barely took notice. Instead he held my wrists together with one hand while the other yanked my shirt up above bra, his sweaty coarse hand beginning to grope my breasts.
His lips trailed down my neck, making bile begin to bubble up in my throat. I screamed again, feeling my voice start to break, along with my hope.
Just as I was yelling out with what little voice I had left, the bathroom door swung open and the piece of shit on top of me was yanked off violently.
I watched as Milo threw punch after punch; his eyes were a dark abyss and his whole body was shaking in anger. Blood splattered on his white shirt and my heart broke when I saw that his nose was bleeding.
I cried out, as the black spots started to dance in my vision again.
This made Milo stop dead in his tracks, his head snapped up at me, the angry expression vanishing while worry and guilt replaced it.
"Mil--," before I could even finish saying his name, the darkness took over.
P L E A S E • V O T E
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