Chapter 1-3

** I can safely say this party SUCKED! Well, it sucked for me, but in everyone else’s eyes the party was a complete hit. The music was loud, the alcohol was flowing and there were plenty males and females for everyone to pair up, hook up and be happy. That is until the alcohol wears off and they see who they wake up next to. People were dancing in the middle of Dylan’s living room, laughing and having a pretty cracking time. So why did this party suck for me you wonder? Because all night I have had to witness the man I wanted being grinded up against his girlfriend. Seriously it was ridiculous. Normally I would see them together in small doses, but tonight it seemed like that whatever room I would escape to, they would shortly be in there holding hands, kissing and smiling at each other in a way that made me want to vomit all over the walls. Chelsea and Dylan were mildly drunk, but still sober enough to keep everyone in check and make sure that Dylan’s house is not completely destroyed or set alight by the dozens of drunken teenagers stumbling around. Holly was on the sofa, drunk out of her skull giggling as this guy whispered things in her ears that were obviously very dirty. I had been here for about 3 hours now, and realising that the night was not going to get any better, decided to make my move and escape before I caught another glimpse of the ‘happy couple’ sucking faces. I slipped out through the front door, wrapping the hoodie I had on a little tighter around my waist from the chilly night air. It was pretty dark right now, and I suddenly dreaded the 20 minute walk home I had in front of me. I sighed, realising I was going to have to face it one way or another, and began walking. I barely made it 5 steps when I felt someone put their hand over my mouth muffling my screams, and pick me up by the waist, dragging me to the side of the house which was enclosed in bushes and trees. Oh god, I’m going to die... I had my eyes firmly closed from fear as I was placed back on the ground, and pushed up against what I’m assuming is the side of the house. “Where do you think you’re going Faith?” Jace asks me, and my eyes shoot open to see him in front of me with a very amused smile on his face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, I thought you were a murderer!” I yelled at him, my heart beginning to calm down from the frantic beating it was doing a minute ago when I thought I was being abducted. “You know, you’re kinda hot when you’re scared.” He comments, and steps forward so his hands are either side of my head, and he is literally inches away from me. I find my heart starts to beat frantically again, but not from fear this time. He brings his face forward and kisses my neck sexually; causing me to close my eyes from the pleasure that one tiny kiss gave me. “I was going home Jace” I breathe, while he continues to kiss my neck. “This party sort of reached its peak for me.” “Were you not having a good time?” He asks, his voice muffled as his lips are still on my skin. I feel him nibble my neck slightly, and I let out a moan. “I am now...” I mumble, closing my eyes and tangling my hands through his hair. I feel him smirk against my neck. “Where’s Gina the teenage bitch?” He chuckles slightly and brings his head up, looking at me in the eyes. “She’s in there somewhere. I gave her the slip once I saw you head out the door, I feel like I haven’t seen you all night.” I scoff “That’s because you haven’t. You’ve been too busy swapping spit with her.” He smirks at my clear jealousy. “Well, I’m here now. How about we make up for lost time?” I bite my bottom lip, not being able to help the smile that is creeping up. He is clearly happy with my reaction, because before I know it, he was once against cheating on his girlfriend with me up against the side of his best friend’s house. *** “Well, I can safely say the party ended with a bang.” I comment, while pulling my legging back up. Jace laughs and puts the shirt back over his head. “I’m glad I could salvage your night.” Once we were both fully dressed again, I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, planting my lips onto his. He immediately responds and cups my cheek, deepening the kiss. His lips moved against mine, and as I nibbled his bottom lip slightly, I heard him let out a moan at the back of his throat. His hand trails from my cheek down to my waist, and pulls me closer to him. He pulls away suddenly, and his expression is a little stiffer than it was before. I fur my brows at him in confusion as to why he stopped.