Chapter 15

"Okay so Nick is the one who runs with the ball." Rach said crossing her brows in confusion

The corner of my mouth tipped upwards. You'd think after almost four years of watching Nick's games she'd know that he is the running back.

"Is that him?!" she shouted pointing to any player in the school uniform

"No."

Rach crossed her arms over her mid drift leather jacket. Under it she wore a blue cocktail dress that reached inches below her thighs,with black pumps. Her golden hair tousled neatly into a ponytail.

"Just remember Nick is number 7." I shouted over the roaring crowd

It was packed with students from the opposing team and ours. Some idiots were painted in their teams colors screaming like hoolagans. I shivered rubbing my arms.

I was wearing a plum purple sleeved dress that barely covered my butt, paired with my own black pumps. With a touch of purple eye shadow, a touch of blush and some gloss. My dark brown hair flowed freely down my shoulders.

Yeah I admit I look good but I'm freezing my ass off! Rachel didn't let me bring a coat claiming it would ruin my look.

Everyone stood shouting when Nick ran through the clump of players protecting him. I found myself standing yelling for Nick to go. One of the players on the other team lunged at Nick knocking him face first into the grass.

Rachel gasped grabbing my arm her nails digging into my cold, bare wrist.

"That is leaving a mark."

Seating beside me Ashton shook his head wincing.I hadn't realized he was here. Since our agreement two days ago I haven't seen him. I think he has avoid me after Jake's behaviour.

"Haven't seen you in a while?"

Ashton smiled his eyes still set on the feild. Nick was up and running again.

Rachel let go , settling into her seat.

"Your bodyguards can be a little intimadating." he said turning to me

"So are we still on?" I ask hoping that's why he's here

Ashton chuckled his blue eyes sparkling mischeiviously. "Backing out already?"

"No, I stick to my word."

"You like football?" he asked fully facing me

"Something about a bunch of guys ramming into each other intreges me." I said shrugging

"So you understand the game?" he said raising an eyebrow

"Because I'm a girl I don't know sports. That is sexis, you know.For your information I am not a girly girl." I said placing my hands on my hips

His eyes dropped to my outfit as a light blush covered my cheeks. Guess I do look girly. Ashton's eyes lingered on my legs a little longer than they should have. I cleared my throat grabbing his attention.

"I'll take it your going to the after party." he said his eyes roaming my body

"We sure are." Rachel answered poking her head out to be seen

He waved politely his eyes returning to me almost immediately. Subconciously I pulled my dress down lower for it to ruffle up higher.

"Who are you again?"

Ashton introduced himself and those two hit it off talking about who knows what. I tuned them out at the intro my attention fully on the game.

In the end we won, by a touchdown which Nick made at the last minute. Literally! Quickly filling Rachel in on the highlights of the night she was off to congratulate him. I rode with them to the party, Nick and I going over the game. He was upset when I mentioned what he could have done to improve his game. Regular talk after a game.

When we arrived at the whoever was hosting this party I could see it was in full swing. People were scattered around the front yard holding red plastic cups in their hands with music blasting loudly behind them. Stepping out Nick told us to be careful and call him if we need him.

We entered the large rusty colored house to be greeted by the foul smell of alcohol and what I can describe as sweat. A tall shaggy haired guy greeted us, doing the weird fist thing with Nick before pulling him away.

"Lets dance." I shouted pulling Rachel to the crowd of rubbing people

Rachel wrapped an arm around my neck swaying her hips against mine with a smirk at people who were staring at us. I laughed and did the same, might as well add lesbain to the rumors. In the middle of our dance a guy asked Rachel to dance and she nearly fainted.

Laughing I declined for her claiming I am her very possesive girlfriend. The guy only smiled eyeing us closely before leaving.

"I'm going to get a drink." Rachel shouted in my ear before disappearing to where the kitchen was

Shrugging I continued to dance alone not minding. I love to dance. The song changed to a low slow song where you'd be dancing close to your partner.

A large rough hand rested on my waist pulling me into a hard toned chest.

"Dance with me." a gruff voice demanded

"It helps when you ask nicely."

Danny chuckled in my ear. "Please."

Relcultly I began to swish my hips to the slow beat with Danny mimicking my moves. He asked and it is a party. Besides what could one dance do?

Danny's hands tightened on my waist pulling me flat against him as I swayed my hips lower.

"You look good." he said huskily into my ear

Turning to face him I was going to tell him the same, I gasped instead. There was a large purple bruise from his cheek down to his perfectly squared jaw. His nose had a long tan bandage covering a deep cut that peeked out the edges a little.The dim colorful lights hid most of his face but his black it was still noticable.

"What happened to you?"

A smirk spread across his face as his hands loosened around me. He grabbed my wrist tugging me foward.

"Let's get a drink."

Without waiting for a reply he pulled me through the dark, stuffy crowd of dancers into the bright kitchen. Danny went into the fridge pulling out a beer. I shook my head. The kitchen looked newly remodeled. All silver appliances with a island in the middle and a few stools.

Danny gulped down half the bottle. "Still a goodie two shoes."

I sat on one of the stools keeping a large distance between us. "Are you going to tell me who did that?"

With proper light I could see the bruises clearer. At the edges they were slightly yellow which means they aren't new. Danny walked foward until he was inches from me. A dark look crossed his face as he swallowed a large gulp of his beer.

"That would be your personal guard doggie." he said reaching for another bottle

I took that as a chance to get closer to the exit in case he went crazy on me I could bolt. Danny snapped the cap off and did the same as before. He saw my confused face and laughed.

"You know Andrew." he slurred

Ethan? Danny took a drunk step foward causing to take two back.

"Why would he do that to you?" I asked

I examined Danny's face again. I knew Ethan could take anybody on but did he have to do that! Danny looked like an eight wheel truck ran over his face. I never seen what Ethan's victims actually look like after.

Danny waved the bottle in the air shaking his head. "Someone told him about our conversation under the bleechers. He came up to me in the hallway. Blah, blah."

I stared at him like he has gone insane. Conversation! He tried forcing himself on me! If I hadn't hit him in the family jewels it would have ended differently. I shuddered at the thought.

"Well hope you feel better." I said and darted out into the crowded room

Elbowing my way through the crowd to no where specific. Ethan beat Danny up for the bleecher incident, he wasn't even there! I took care of myself pretty fine although Danny probably needed a little talk about not forcing himself on anyone. A talk not a beating.

From my left I heard cheering. I followed the sound to find myself in the middle of a beer pong competition. I walked closer to see both guys swaying with a ping pong ball in their hands. One through the ball and missed. The crowd chanted chug and so the idiot tried. He got maybe a mouth full before he puked.

Everyone screamed in disgust, I walked out before I barf. My mouth felt dry, I wanted a drink. Surely Danny isn't still there. Peeking my head in I saw no one thankfully.

I poured myself a cup of water into those huge red cups. Might as well look like I am drinking. I raised the cup to my mouth when someone snatched it out of my hands.

"What the hell do you think your doing drinking!" Jake yelled

What is doing here? He doesn't come to these partys. Than Annabelle's words replayed in my head, we'll keep an eye on her. Jake is their eye.Slowly recovering from my mild heart attack I spoke.

"Its water!"

Jake sniffed the cup a light blush covering his cheeks. "Oh I thought..."

He thought I was drinking after what I told him about my mom's addiction. Jake hasn't even apologized for wrongly accussing me of 'sleeping around'.

"Save it." I spat and stormed out into the room full of dancing people

Is he serious! After all the things I've shared with him, my fears, the nightmare of becoming like her! Here everyone is accussing me of things I would never do. Where did they get these ideas from?

They want to think of me as some drunkin slut I'll live up to their expectations. Someone draped a hand on my shoulder, they smelled like alcohol. The familair smell brought back bad memories of my mom.

"Hey why so mad its a party!" Ashton said in my ear

His hair was messy like he'd been playing with it or someone else. In his hand was a red plastic cup which reaked of alcohol. Ashton!

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tippy toes. "Dance with me." I whispered into his ear

His free hand went to my waist pulling me close. He wasn't as big as Danny but just as toned. I knitted my fingers in his hair feeling the softness of it. I swayed my hips our bodies brushing together more than I would usually allow. Pressing our bodies closer I slowly dipped and came back up purposely letting my stomach brush his manhood.

Ashton groaned and bit his lip. "Shit Lily don't do that." he whispered huskily

"Isn't the deal still on?" I whispered making sure my lips brushed against his earlobe

He groaned again, I felt him stir against me. It took all my willpower to stay pressed against him. Tracing my fingers across his jaw I bit my lip.

"Is it?"

"Yeah it is but Melissa isn't here."

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt pulling him down to me. He gulped nervously, I smiled finally feeling in control of something.

"People will spread the word and we'll pick up tommorow in front of her but tonight..." I placed a small kiss on his cheek

"I want to have fun. Can we have fun?" I asked fluttering my lashes up at him

Ashton surprised me by laughing. My whole sexy face fell, did I do something wrong? Ashton wrapped both arms around me trapping me in a bear hug with his cup dangling in my face.

"If I didn't already know you I'd swear to god I would have brought you upstairs to have my way with you."

His chest rumbled against my ear as he laughed again. Upstairs!! I pushed against his chest. "Whoaa there I just want to pretend to be a wild teen."

"Rebellious tonight, aren't we." he said raising a brow at me

"Are you going to help me or do I have to beg another guy?"

"I don't think another guy won't take advantage of you. Besides if any guy is going to fake be with you its me."

Ashton flashed me smile, I returned the smile. If he didn't like Melissa so much I would go out with him. He is sweet, funny and pretty good looking. Maybe if it doesn't work out with them.

I grabbed his cup and swallowed a mouth full. It tasted awful and I winced.

"Maybe you should take smaller sips." he said taking the cup from my hands

I shook my head taking hold of his hands "I'm fine. Now let's dance as dirty as we can."

Ashton sure can follow directions. Everyone stared as I grinded faced foward with Ashton's hands inches below my butt. For a touch he buried his face in my neck with my hair sheilding us from view. To on lookers it seems like a make out but he would whisper jokes in my ear. I drank a three cups of that nasty beer to flush the memories of my mom doing exactly what I am doing.

Who the hell am I to judge her! After a while I felt light headed and had to sit down. Ashton helped me into the kitchen stools. There were a few couples making out but they seemed too busy to notice us.

I swayed almost toppling over when Ashton steadied me. My face was buried in his chest with my hands in his hair. I twirled his hair around my finger. My body felt bubbly and light and I knew I was tipsy.

"Your hair is pretty." I giggled

Ashton laughed. Letting him go I stared him in the eye. His blue eyes sparkled in the well light room. He has pretty sapphire eyes, like gems. Melissa has no idea what she is passing up.

"Hey Ashton if Melissa and you don't work out could we give it a try?" I asked while twisting his hair with my fingers

He licked his lips, his eyes running over my body. Lust flashed through his eyes and I knew I was treading on dangerous ground. Ashton nodded his eyes slowly rose up to mine.

Curious at what exactly he keeps staring at I looked down at my body. My legs were sprawled lazily out in front of me with Ashton in between them. My dress was now hitched revealing my thighs.

"You look sexy as hell." he whispered

Trampy was more like it. Pushing at his chest I stood up to pull my dress lower. I never should have worn this short thing! Ashton grabbed my hands as I furiously tugged on my dress.

His eyes were glittering with amusement as I huffed in frustration. "Stop before you rip it." he warned raising a suggestive eyebrow

"Oh you'd love that." I slurred pushing him away

Stumbling to the fridge I heard him chuckle. Steading myself against the door I wobbled from side to side looking for a drink. Alcohol makes you thristy. Deciding on a untouched bottle without a label. I opened the bottle and took a long swing.

As soon as the clear liquid touched my tongue I reconized it. Relucticly I forced it down remembering when it was forced down my throat long ago.

I closed my eyes as I tears threatened to fall.

*******Flashback*************

"Swallow it you fucking cow!"

Momma held me by the back of the head forcing the quarter full bottle down my throat. With all the strength I had I pulled back gasping for breath. Momma's hand slipped causing the vodka to spill down my chest and onto my cut thigh.

I screamed in agony as the alcohol stung my new injury. Momma's mouth curled upward in an evil smirk. She grabbed the blood stained knife from the ground. With a quick sweep of her wrist she cut the front of my new floral sundress down the middle.

"Momma no, please momma!" I pleaded when the front of my body was exposed to the dry summer day

With an evil smirk and cold eyes she thrust the knife into my torso. A ear shattering shreik shook our small apartment. Momma slowly dragged the knife down until it connected with the cut on my thigh. My throat went dry as my screams died in my throat.

Momma pressed the cool bottle of vodka to my untouched sweaty side. It felt nice and cool almost making me forget the pain of my new scar. Just as the pain began to fade she tipped the bottle so it flowed slowly down the deep gash. I whimpered unable to find my voice.

"Now are you ever gonna touch my men!" she hissed nodding towards the dead man beside me

Momma caught him touching me. She called me a whore than attacked him. Hot thick tears blurred my vision. He is one of those nobodies who gets high with her but still a person despite where his hands were moments ago. I shook my head feeling woozy from the drink.

With a victorious smile she stood tossing the knife aside. She wiped our blood on the back of man's shirt.

"Good 'cause next time that will be you." she pointed to the lifeless body beside me before walking back to her room

*****End of Flashback**********

Ashton snatched the bottle out of my hands as a dark look crossed his face.

"This isn't beer, its strong shit that you shouldn't touch." he said sternly

I blinked in confusion as I came back to the present. But the memories of the past lurked close by, too close. I shook my head and put a hand to my temple.

"Sorry I didn't know. Can you get me an aspirin? My head is going to explode." I said smiling weakly

Ashton's face softened as he nodded. He put the vodka back in the fridge and went upstairs for aspirin. When he was out of sight I took out the vodka. I bent my head back and took another long swing. Again it burned my throat but I didn't care, I took another swing.

I lied to Ashton so I could get the bottle. Sure I felt bad for tricking him but I needed something to keep my past at bay.

I sat back on the stool nursing the bottle of vodka as I pushed my pain in a dark, deep spot inside like always.

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