Taylor

The world is spinning or maybe, I'm spinning. Stumbling outside, I inhale the cool air which makes me feel dizzier.

"Hey gorgeous, are you alright?" A guy wraps his arm around my waist and props me up.

"I'm drunk." The words are heavy on my tongue. I could really go to sleep right now. First, I could cry.

I can't believe Miles tonight. He spent the entire night with Teresa wrapped around him like a snake then he had the nerve to tell me I'm acting like a slut and said he'd never forgive me if I cheated. Cheated? We'd have to be together for me to cheat. I do not want to be with him. Who calls their girlfriend a slut? All I did was have some fun. Yes, I get very cuddly and kissy but I don't cheat. Or I never have and I hope I wouldn't, you never know when you're drunk though. I guess, I have to make sure I only get drunk around my boyfriend. A boyfriend who doesn't think I'm boring, frigid and a slut. I'm still confused how I can be all three.

The guy who is still holding me up is looking down at me.  His hands are on my waist and his legs are on either side of mine. He smiles. "You're gorgeous."

"So are you." I lift my hand and drag it along his good looking face but it doesn't feel right. His jaw isn't smooth like Miles or rough like Ryders. Where did Ryder apear from? I was enjoying that dance with Miles's teammate. Admittedly, he was getting a little too hands on but I love dancing.

The guy holding my waist kisses me and his fingers run down my side to the hem of my dress. I frown unsure whether I like it or not. My mind is slow yet full of so many thoughts about tonight and what I've done. How many regrets am I going to have tomorrow? I feel like this may be one. I push him sightly and he leans back.

"What's the matter?" The guy asks.

"I don't know your name." I'm confused. Who is this guy? And why am I outside with him?

He laughs and I feel strange. There's a buzzing in the air, in my ears and in my blood. I don't feel so good.

"I'm Caleb." He dips back down to kiss me and I frown as his tongue tries to enter my mouth. This is kind of disgusting. Abruptly, his tongue and his body pressing against mine disappears. I close my eyes, sagging back against the cold brick wall and inhale deeply as relief washes over me.

A noise makes me look up and I slowly focus on the scene in front of me; Ryder is punching the guy who was trying to see how far he could get his tongue down my throat. Caleb. Is it the same Caleb Ariel mentioned in the cupboard at the party last week? What did she call him?

Ryder is still hitting Caleb. Shit, he's going to kill him.

"Ryder," I shout.

Stumbling forward, the ground tilts and I fall to my knees as my stomach lurches. Arms wrap around me and I'm lifted up to standing. My stomach churns and I close my eyes. "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Thanks for the warning," Ryder's voice makes my eyes flicker open. He's looking down at me and arches an eyebrow. "So much for staying unnoticed."

I groan. "It's the dress."

"That's some dress."

"At least I didn't ask you to join me and Caleb for a threesome, people take offense to that. Or they did at my old school, even if you were drunk when you did it."   

Ryder frowns and clears his throat. "Caleb was taking advantage of you."

"I didn't say no."

"You're wasted, he's not. He shouldn't have tried anything," Ryder growls. 

I sag against Ryder and my legs start to give way. Ryder lifts my legs and carries me. I close my eyes. The liquid in my stomach sloshes about making me feel queasy however Ryder smells good. Bad boys always do.

"How many tattoos have you got?" I mumble as I snuggle into his chest

"None."

"You're not living up to the cliche, Ryder."

"I'll make sure to get some done tomorrow, just for you," Ryder chuckles.

"Good. Make sure they accentuate all your defined muscles. Also, you need to get some tattoos that when people ask about them, you get all moody because they represent your dark past."

"You've thought about this way too much."

"I've had a lot of free time over the last half a year which means I've read lots of new adult books which basically are soft porn stories for females."

"Good to know."

"They lied to me though, foreplay isn't as good as they made it out to be."

"Maybe, you're doing it with the wrong person," Ryder says.

"Is this the point you suggest we try it together?"

"I'm not really into vomit play," Ryder says with an amused tone.

I yawn loudly. My eyes won't open. How is he managing to hold me for so long? I snuggle deeper into his chest and hold back the vomit. I really don't want him to put me down. I want to stay wrapped up in bad boy heaven before everything comes crashing down tomorrow.