Song Above: Say Cheese - KiDi

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I was drunk.

Cross-eyed, head spinning, hips grinding drunk.

I'd somehow found myself in the middle of the dance floor. As if a moth to light. The music flowed throughout the room causing my body to react in a way I was all too familiar with.

I freely threw my hands in the air, swaying my hips seductively. I closed my eyes as I consumed myself with the beat and brushed away the hair clinging to my sticky forehead. I was dancing with a girl I didn't even know which caused a couple of wolf whistles from a few guys.

The girl placed her hands on my shoulder and leant forward to half-whisper in my ear, "You are such a good dancer girl."

I smiled lazily, "Thanks. I used to take lessons,"

"I can tell," She slurred, "All the guys here can't take your eyes off you,"

I drunkenly stroked her face, well more like face-palmed her and carried on dancing. I moved my hips in time to the beat and didn't stop until I felt a pressure behind me, placing their hands on my waist and I could feel their chest against my back.

"Hey Poison," A husky voice I recognised breathed against my neck and I felt my body shiver at the contact.  My lips curled up into smirk at the familiar nickname a certain boy had given me since childhood and I spun round to face a dishevelled looking Brody, lazily smiling at me, his eyes glazed.

He was so close I could smell the mixed scent of alcohol and peppermint on his breath.

Gone was the hostility from earlier and in its place was excitement and an intense look in his eyes as he stared into mine.

"What's up?" I said loudly over the music, ignoring the sensation his hands still placed on my waist caused. He had to step closer in order to hear me and my lips were close enough to brush against his neck.

"Just thought I'd enjoy the show," He flashed a devilish crooked smile, his eyes glistening in the dim lighting of the room.

My cheeks flushed realising he was talking about my dancing and I froze as he unexpectedly lifted a hand and stroked my cheek with his fingers. His fingers danced across my skin and I let out a harsh breath when he moved his hand away placing it back onto my waist.

I was so wasted my brain didn't register that this action was strange. This whole situation was strange. The proximity of us was abnormal especially the circumstances. Brody only invaded my personal space if he was trying to intimidate me or annoy me. Not so he could caress my face.

A cloud of awkwardness washed over us and he cleared his throat as he backed away, leaving a patch of heat radiating on my skin from his touch.

"I didn't think you'd come," He shouted over the music.

"Why?"

He shrugged "I didn't think this was your scene,"

"And what would be my scene?" I raised a brow and waited patiently for his response. Half expecting an insult of some kind.

"Some sort of movie marathon I guess, or tv shows like that wolf diary you keep going on about,"

"You mean the vampire diaries?"

"Yeah something like that, they're all the same,"

They really weren't the same.

"I guess it's nice seeing you outside of school," Brody said so casually, I thought for a second I might have misheard him.

"Huh?"

As if he realised he had said his thoughts out loud he quickly added "I mean because I always thought you were some weird-ass robot who didn't know how to socialise,"

"Fuck you,"

"You wish,"

We were silent. The bodies dancing around us suddenly becoming more noticeable than before. I could barely move without coming into contact with another. I glanced at Brody, who seemed to be staring off into space, his expression blank.

Vibrant colour on his neck and exposed collarbone caught my attention and I raised a brow in amusement at the lipstick stains.

That explained his appearance.

"Having fun?" I gestured to his neck and his head snapped back to me, his eyes widening as he glanced down at the stain and quickly tried to erase it with his beefy hands.

"Your best friend is one horny girl," He groaned, failing at getting rid of the stain. The more he rubbed at it the more it spread across his neck.

"Rose?" My eyes widened, "Did she flash you her ass?"

He stopped wiping at his neck and looked at me. His eyebrows furrowed and his head cocked to the side, "Flash her ass? What are you talking about?"

I felt my cheeks redden at my mistake, "It doesn't matter."

"I wished she didn't wear red lipstick. It's going to take forever to get out of this shirt," He groaned. He then licked his finger. I don't know why but in mind it was in slow motion and it made my stomach flutter in a way I never wanted to admit. He brought his finger to his neck and began to rub at the stained patch of skin.

I couldn't help but gape at him.

Feeling my stare, he looked at me and frowned, "You okay?"

I gulped and regained myself, "Yeah I'm fine. So you and Rose made out huh?"

"You could say that," He muttered. His words registered in my drunken mind and I felt my shoulders restrict and my mouth form into a hard line.

I didn't know why my body reacted in such away. I knew that Rose's overall objective for the party was to bed Brody, she hoarded condoms in her purse for Peter sake. It was just that a tiny part of me inside wished she hadn't.

I'm still unable to understand the reasoning for that small part.

"So you slept with my best friend?" I said through tight lips. I scolded myself for the abruptness in my tone. It sounded like I was jealous.

Which I wasn't.

Noticing my tone Brody glanced at me, his eyebrows furrowing as he scanned my face.

"Me and her-"

"Truth or dare anyone?" A girl in a bright blue skater dress yelled loudly over the music and the mention of the game instantly caught my attention.

Without thinking twice about it I waved my hand in her direction "I'm so in"

She caught my gesture and smiled widely "We will be playing it in the basement"

I nodded in response and followed her retreating frame, ignoring Brody's questionable stares boring into the side of my face.

If he could have fun, why couldn't I?

*•*•*

The bottle landed on me and I did all I could not pee myself.

Firstly, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I agreed to play this game. As far I could remember it involved innocent dares such as being forced to eat a pickle or to lick someone's armpits.

Well, I tell you I was completely wrong.

These sex-crazed monsters ruined the sweet game you'd play at a sleepover and replaced it with soft porn.

I've seen more flesh here than in my seventeen years of life.

Okay just got a flash of a males penis.

Look away, I repeat look away eyes.

Maybe I was being too kind by comparing it to soft porn?

A shaggy blonde-haired boy, who I assumed was the initiator of the game locked his stare on my petrified face with a borderline demonic look in his eye.

I gulped.

"Truth or dare Ivy?" I tried to ignore the panic overwhelming me at his usage of my name. 

How the hell did he know me?

By the sight of his eyes soaking in my appearance, I wondered whether he was a peeping Tom. Then I panicked more at the thought of him squishing his face up against my window watching me get dressed or doing my famous naked dances.

"We haven't got all day, we all know you are going to pick truth," I shot a dirty look at Brody, who was sat across the circle from me.

He had a bored look plastered on his face as he stared at me with his arms crossed over his broad chest.  He'd gone back to being a dickhead, which I preferred. I didn't know how to respond to him being nice.

I didn't expect him to join in on the game either, but then again the guy thrived on opportunities to spring at half-naked girls.

Especially my best friend.

Who by the way had disappeared? I hoped he hadn't buried her in a ditch or killed her by penetration.

Oh me and my active imagination.

I felt annoyance burn in my chest, I didn't like that he was insinuating that I was boring, I will show you who's a boring jerk face.

With one last glare in his direction,  I shifted my body to focus my attention on the perverted boy and smiled, knowing what my answer will be.

"Dare," I said confidently and saw out of the corner of my eye Brody's jaw drop. It was very hard to contain the satisfaction that sight caused.

The boy's eyes sparkled with a satanic look and I suddenly regretted my decision. 

"I dare you to make out with Brody,"

Simultaneously both Brody and I blurted out a colourful list of curse words. 

I could not kiss him. It would go against all my beliefs.

"No way," Brody shook his head rapidly and I felt a tinge of hurt but covered it up with a hardened expression.

He wasn't supposed to object to kissing me, it was supposed to be the other way round.

"I will catch something," I exclaimed.

"More like I'll catch something seeing as you probably kiss your own arse,"

"It's not possible to kiss your own arse dickhead,"

"Well, then how do you manage to do it?"

"You tell me twatface,"

"Ooo nice come back there Jones, what book did you get that from?"

"You chose dare you have to," The boy said through gritted teeth irritated by our bickering.

Why don't you fuck a duck bowl head?

The boy was a psychopath, who knows where his lips had been. For all, I know he could kiss the corpses of his victims.

"Fine," Brody growled jumping up onto his feet and marching towards me. Before I could react he yanked me up by my elbows and I stumbled into his chest from the abruptness. We were now facing each other only a few inches apart and the silence floated around us, frozen in mid-air.

"I won't enjoy this," He said loud enough for only me to hear. His warm breath fanned my face.

I rolled my eyes at his immature comment "Neither will I dick,"

He sucked in a harsh breath and titled his head, placing a hand on the small of my back.

Surprisingly the simple touch sent sparks up my spine. His lips met mine slowly and hesitantly, and I felt heat rush to my head.

Consumed by the feeling of the kiss, he began to press his soft lips harder onto mine and I reacted by moving my lips against his, roughly demanding more. He used the hand on my back to push me further into him and I felt our chests crash together. I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, moaning as I felt his tongue slide across my parted lips. I opened my mouth more allowing him entrance and his minty tongue roamed around my mouth tangling with my own.

I forgot who he was and who we were, all I cared about was the tiny jolts of electricity his kisses caused within me. I knew he felt the same as his kisses got hungrier by the second.

"Get a room guy," A voice echoed throughout the room and broke the spell.

I instantly jerked backwards, my lips were swollen and my body radiating the heat that Brody had coursed through me. I glanced up at my enemy wide-eyed and found him mimicking my action his cheeks slightly red and his appearance flustered.

All that went through my head was that I had kissed the bad boy and I had liked it.

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