WARNING: SEXUAL SCENES

Chapter Six

Present Day

Storm

"Okay, I have all of my stuff," I repeated to myself.

I looked at the three suitcases and a vanity case that were standing by my side.

This is all I have.

"We need to leave before Quentin comes back home!" Zara reminded me, waiting in the car.

"Alright, coming!"

I needed to take one last look at my home. Even though I spent some of the darkest times here, this was still the place where I grew up.

Before the overdose of my father and my mother leaving, this was a happy place.

We would eat breakfast every morning, spend every Sunday together, go on vacations.

We were a happy family.

I just miss that feeling.

I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the tears that were forming in my eyes. I pulled the key from my pocket and left it on the porch, behind a plant.

"Do you need help with the luggage?"

"No, I'm good."

When I finally reached Zara's car, which was a real-life struggle, I put the suitcases in the trunk.

"Now it's time to rock 'n' roll," she announced, turning on the radio as I closed the door behind me.

"Hey, before we do that," I stopped her and turned the radio off. "How did you convince Quentin into letting me move in with you?"

That question didn't leave my mind since they told me I'm leaving my home.

I'm just worried that he will come to Zara's house and kidnap me or something.

He is crazy.

"My mum talked with him. Let's just say she's pretty badass."

I nodded in response because I knew her mother.

And Mrs. N doesn't fuck around.

She literally has a gun with her anywhere she goes.

I felt true relief and relaxation in my body. I was finally free from him.

"Now we can roll," I smirked, turning up the volume.

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"This is your new room," Zara introduced as she walked in. "My mum decorated it and she brought you Sar's guitar."

I felt like I was punched in the chest.

This room was absolutely beautiful and just the way I like it - simple.

Fairy lights were hanging from the white, brick wall. In the left corner was indeed Sar's guitar, which he only let me play and nobody else.

There were dozens of polaroid photos hanged on the right wall, mostly memories made in the past two years.

"Zara, thank you," I felt so much gratitude towards her and all that she's done that I almost cried. I buried my face into her shoulder and she hugged me.

All of this is just so overwhelming.

"Hey, babe, it's okay," she comforted me, stroking my head. "Now that you're with me, we're gonna go back to being ourselves."

I looked into her eyes and took a few steps back. "What do you mean?"

The famous Zaraella troublemaker smirk spread across her face and I could feel we were gonna be partying tonight.

"Let's dress up, then I'll tell you."

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We were listening to music while getting ready in Zara's bathroom for almost two hours now.

It was already ten o'clock and dark outside, which made me wonder what is she up to.

"When are they picking us up?" I asked, finishing with my makeup.

"In ten minutes," Zara replied, curling a strand of her hair.

"You still need to tell me where the fuck are we going dressed like this," I demanded, looking down at my outfit.

I wore a red mini-dress with huge decolletage and a black, leather jacket on top of it, paired with red, opened heels.

Zara wore a black dress with opened shoulders, but long sleeves, paired with high heel latex boots that reached her knees.

She turned to me, a smirk appearing on her face.

"We're going to a club," she announced proudly, waiting for my reaction.

"We are 17, how the fuck are we going to get into a club?!" I asked her, still shocked, but also slightly curious.

"Well that, my sister, is actually a funny story," she smirked while looking herself in the mirror. "The bouncer used to be my boyfriend."

"Gwen?!" I gasped in shock. Yeah, Zara dates an older man, which is something I never understood.

I mean, he isn't thirty. He is actually 21 years old, but still.

They were dating three years ago.

"Yeah, and I talked to him, begging to let us in. He eventually gave up and agreed."

"Zara, do you know the shit that happens in clubs? Rape, drugs, sex in the bathrooms," I informed her, trying to cancel that crazy plan. "That's ten times worse than a house party."

She turned around to face me, her black eyes piercing through mine.

"We agreed to stop mourning and start partying. Besides, we won't be alone," she reminded me, trying to change my mind. "Law and Drew are coming, too. You know how protective they are over us."

Well, that is actually true.

They used to take boxing lessons with Sar. I don't know if they still go, but they are very good fighters.

When we were at this party last year, Zara got drunk and some guy started hitting on her. Hardcore.

Even though she drank half bottle of vodka by herself, she knew the guy was trying to get into her pants, but she couldn't defend herself.

Drew, who has the shortest temper I ever came in touch with, was near her and saw what was happening.

And he lost his shit.

Before the guy managed to take her upstairs and rape her, Drew beat him up so bad, the guy ended up in the hospital.

Hope he doesn't do that and we end up in a fucking Police Station.

"Okay," I finally agreed and she squealed, hugging me. "But don't get wasted."

She looked at me like I was kidding. "Honey, you are talking to Zaraella Stone. I don't have limits. Besides, Law is staying sober tonight."

I closed my eyes and pictured all the possible scenarios that could happen.

Cops could find us drunk as fuck and bring us into the Station.

Someone could slip drugs into our drinks and rape us while Law and Drew make out with some girls.

Quentin could find me.

I could die if I get too drunk and hit my head somewhere.

"Storm, stop doing that. We need to regain our power," Zara frowned, typing a message. "After the club and prank, everybody in school will know our names again. They will be intimidated by us."

Fuck, the prank.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Who came up with that anyway?"

"Drew, who do you think?" she stated like it was obvious. "He wanted to take charge of this one, so I let him because we all know what is he capable of."

Yeah, he is 'the bad boy' all girls crawl over. When I met him first, while Sar and I weren't dating yet, he didn't stop hitting on me until Sar broke his nose.

Literally.

And he isn't smart like Sar to plan out pranks. The last prank we did was so well planned, everybody in school talked about it for weeks.

Drew will only get us in trouble.

But, who the fuck cares now?

I already lost everything. My family, my soulmate.

The only thing I have is a passion to make everyone remember who Saradonyx Reyes was.

And I will do that, even if it means we get expelled.

"They are here," she finally spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom.

Just fucking great.

She kept screaming in excitement as we climbed down the stairs, entering her enormous living room.

"Mum, we are going!" Zara yelled through the house.

Mrs. N appeared from behind the corner, looking at us from head to toe.

"You guys look amazing!" she exclaimed and took her phone out, snapping pictures of us. "Be home by 4 and don't get trashed!" she yelled at us as we exited the house.

"How come your mother is so cool?" I asked her while we walked towards Law's black Mercedes.

"Because she knows what it's like to be a teenager."

"... and the girl begged me to let her suck my dick," Drew told Law as we got into the backseat.

Ugh, that is so disgusting.

They both turned towards us, their eyes wide opened. "Girls, you look fuckable," Drew smirked, whistling.

Zara rolled her eyes. "Let's just go. My mood will not be ruined by your stupid comments," she flipped him off as Lawrence started driving.

It took us about ten minutes and five sex stories to get to the club, which made me realize I will never drive with Drew again.

Zara usually shuts him up, but she was busy texting and grinning like a child.

"Who were you talking to?" I asked her as we got out of the car.

I noticed Law's gaze plastered on us while Drew was talking to him about how he got wasted last weekend.

"I will tell you tomorrow," she whispered with a smile, winking at me.

Fuck.

She has another guy.

This will literally break Law's heart, again. He has been in love with her since he first met her, which was five years ago.

"Hey, Zara," Gwen, her ex, greeted her with a smirk as he eyed her up and down.

Although he was hot - with dirty blonde hair slicked back and blue, almost white eyes complimenting his light skin tone. His whole face looked innocent.

"They are with me," she kept a straight face, tilting her head towards us. I flashed him a smile, but Drew and Law had resting bitch face.

They always wanted to be such 'badasses' it was actually funny.

Gwen opened the doors and I was instantly blown away by the loud music and heat.

I looked around as older men kept whistling at Zara and me, which made Drew and Law protectively grab our waists.

The atmosphere was just as I expected it to be - there were so many people, you had to push yourself to get by. Purple and pink lights were blinding me as rap music echoed through surprisingly big space. There were two bars, one to the left side of the entrance and the other on the right.

Nobody here looked our age, but fuck it.

I am going to listen to Zara and bring back the old days, when we had fun and enjoyed our innocent, teenage lives.

Well, not so innocent if I'm being honest.

We were squeezing through the crowd, heading towards the bar.

After five people cursing at us, someone spilling their drink at me, and a guy starting to grind against Zara, we finally reached it, filling in the free space at the bar.

Waiter asked Drew what are we drinking and I instantly wanted to slap the guy for choosing that motherfucker. He is going to order the strongest drinks.

I already see it.

We are going to be shitfaced.

Zara leaned in, pressing her lips against my ear. "I have something to spice up our night," she announced with a smirk, showing me pills from her purse.

Of course.

No, I have to stick to my plan. I am not going to look like a pussy.

"Let's get this party started," I smirked as I swallowed the pill she gave me and downed my shot.

"That's my bitch!" Zara screamed over the music, mirroring my actions.

I glanced at the two idiots we're here with, who were already smashed, either from alcohol or pills.

Probably both.

Suddenly, I felt dizzy. Everything became so colorful and vibrant.

I felt so happy.

Zara took my hand into hers and we started dancing, not giving a single fuck what anyone thinks.

We returned to the bar and downed three more shots.

"THIS IS SO FUCKING AWESOME!" I yelled over the music, while Zara downed three more without thinking twice about it.

"FUCK YEAH! THIS IS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" she screamed, twerking against my lap.

I laughed and slapped her butt.

"WE SHOULD BE STRIPPERS!" I heard myself yell and people started whistling at us.

"WE WOULD BE SO RICH!" she gasped, hugging me.

I felt good being in the center of attention. We look good and feel amazing, so why shouldn't we act like it?

My mind was running wild and I turned around, smiling at everybody. I felt like I could do anything!

If this is what being a vampire feels like, I would so be one!

Suddenly, someone grabbed my waist from behind and I snapped my head towards him.

Drew.

Although I never thought about him that way, I felt a strange urge.

I wanted him.

"You look-"

Before I knew it, he pressed his lips against mine to shut me up, turning my body around to face his.

I grabbed his face, kissing him back while he rested his arms around my waist. We danced to the rhythm of the music, our bodies pressed against each other.

Although I knew he is nothing but trouble, I wanted him.

He slid his tongue into my mouth, twirling them around.

I backed out, tracing kisses from his jaw to his neck, stopping on the spot that made him groan in pleasure.

My body grew hotter as I sucked on his neck, leaving my mark.

I can do anything I want and nobody will stop me.

He grabbed my face, pulling me up to meet his eyes. We gazed at each other, trying to catch a breath, and the only thing I felt was desire.

I saw it in his deep, green eyes too.

"I want to fuck you," I heard myself whisper in his ear, dead serious.

Uh, what the fuck?

Why the hell did I say that?

Without hesitation, he pulled my waist as we disappeared into the crowd, heading towards the exit.

Soon afterward, we were outside, breathing the fresh air. He looked at me in question, but all I could think of was how I wanted to fuck him.

"Would this work, Thunder?" he asked me with a smirk, leaning against Law's car.

Even though he wanted to look like he doesn't care if I reject his offer, I knew different.

"You know what, hot stuff? I changed my mind," I smirked, teasing him. I turned my back on him and started walking towards the club again, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind, turning me around to face him.

Our bodies were so close.

His fucking confidence just wouldn't let him lose.

"I know you want me," he whispered in my ear, making me shiver.

Oh, that is how we're playing?

My lips barely touched his as I looked up into his eyes, analyzing him.

He wasn't even breathing.

"You want me more," I whispered proudly, smirking.

He stared into my eyes, trying to find the right words. But I knew him too well - he simply isn't and never will be good with words.

And with that, he opened Law's car and pushed me inside, climbing on top of me. He closed the door behind him and kissed me like he has been waiting to do it since Jesus died.

He took off my clothes as if it was the easiest job ever, his body already naked.

When did he undress?

He kissed me from cheeks to the jaw, and down to my bare chest, nibbling on my nipple.

A loud moan escaped my lips and I pressed my palms against the windows.

Soon afterward, he traced the kisses from my chest to my belly, eventually going even further. He slipped out his pierced tongue, playing between my thighs.

"Ahh..." I moaned, biting my lip.

"You are so fucking hot," he admired and I grabbed his face, French kissing the shit out of him.

We made out for a while, our hands all over each other. I ran my hands through his black hair, sucking on his neck again and he groaned in pleasure.

Suddenly, he backed off and opened a condom which he pulled out of his pants.

"Do you usually carry them everywhere you go?" I smirked.

"Since I saw you, yes," he winked, slipping it on.

Damn, he has a huge dick.

I wrapped my legs around his torso as went inside of me, thrusting in and out.

Our bodies were dripping in sweat and I could feel myself burning from the inside. I loved this feeling.

He started kissing every inch of me, making hickeys on my breasts and neck. I moaned in pleasure, his name leaving my mouth.

He stopped, still inside of me, a smirk appearing on his face. "What?"

"Go... faster, Drew," I moaned, pulling him closer to me. We both moaned against each others lips and he pulled away, tilting his head backward.

"Fuck this, we're going to my place," he suddenly changed his mind, leaving my body. He slipped off the condom, tossing it on the floor as he dressed.

I did the same as him, desire to feel him again not able to leave me alone.

What is this guy doing to me?

He took my hand into his to help me leave the car and I stumbled, the consequences of the alcohol and drugs punching me harder than ever.

I saw it in his body language he was sexually pleased with me and wanted more, even though he's just as wasted as I am.

We held hands which I haven't done in a long time and it was kind of weird because Drew isn't an emotional type. We were walking through the dark and narrow streets, my heels echoing through the silence.

"Do you know that was the best sex I ever had?" he told me and I could hear it in his voice he wanted more of it.

Did I really leave that kind of effect on him?

I don't know what got into me when I said, "Well, get ready because we'll need more alcohol and at least three condoms."

He stopped and looked at me, the gloomy street lights enhancing his facial structure. Smirk appeared on his face and I couldn't help but feel a burning fire of desire in my stomach.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

"That was so hot," he commented, but before going any further, I pressed my body against his and grabbed his face, kissing him.

He eagerly kissed me back, rolling his tongue into my mouth. I played with his piercing, eventually biting his lip, which made him moan.

We started walking, never separating from each other, and before I knew it, we were in his apartment.

I backed off, trying to catch a breath.

Our eyes gazed into each other, sparkling with enjoyment.

I snapped myself out of the gaze, searching his empty, cheap living room. Soon enough, I found a bottle of whiskey.

He lived alone, since his both parents abandoned him, which makes everyone think how the fuck is he not already put in the Foster System.

I don't know how, but he's successfully avoiding them.

I took the bottle and sat on the floor in front of the couch. He looked at me with an amused smile, but followed my actions, sitting on the opposite of me.

"What are we doing?" I heard him ask, impatient for what is coming after this.

I opened the bottle, taking a big gulp. The liquid left a burning sensation in my throat and I could feel my head getting dizzy again.

Just what I needed.

"We are having drunk and hot sex," I announced bluntly, and with that, he chugged the whiskey, much more than I did.

"Just the way I like it," he mumbled before he slid over to me, kissing my face with so much passion it made my knees weak, although I was sitting.

I started taking off his clothes as he took off mine and we were naked again, never separating our kiss.

I didn't even notice that he already put on a condom.

I don't know what came over me, but I pushed him against the floor and climbed on top of him, letting him enter my body once again.

I leaned back in pleasure as he played with my breasts.

Soon enough, we were tangled into each other, sweat and moans filling out the room.

I gently touched his abs and he groaned, never stopping thrusting. My nails scratched into his bare, masculine shoulders, while he bit my bottom lip.

This felt so fucking good.

Soon enough, he left me, passing out on the floor. I laid on my back, closing my eyes.

We were both panting and I could feel tiredness overwhelming me.

"This was just a one-time thing," I told him with closed eyes, although I wanted more.

I wanted to feel his touch again.

"I agree," he mumbled, but I heard a disagreement in his voice. Was I that good?

×××××

I opened my eyes, feeling a bare, warm body next to me. His arms were wrapped around me while he rested his head on my shoulder.

Fuck, what is this?

Slowly, memories from last night came running back to my head and I recognized his apartment.

Drew.

I fucked Drew.

My gaze stopped at him, admiring his features. He was so sexy. His black hair was falling on his forehead, covering dark eyebrows. His ears and nose were pierced and I could see a dozen dark, purple hickeys on his naked body.

Holy shit.

I slowly separated myself from his embrace, getting into my mini dress and heels.

A pounding headache made my eyes water, so I went to the kitchen, trying to find Aspirin.

I chugged two cups of water while slipping the pill into my mouth.

I took my purse and leather jacket from the floor, trying not to wake him up. I will have to see him on Monday at school, anyway.

Fuck, I hope he doesn't remember anything.

I quietly left his apartment, my hand already running into my purse.

I instantly dialed Zara's number and she answered instantly.

"Girl, where did you two disappear to?" she asked curiously.

"What time is it?" I asked instead.

"Two in the afternoon. Where were you?"

"I slept at Drew's place," I confessed, slightly ashamed of myself.

She was silent for a while, leaving me alone with my thoughts as I walked to her place.

"Girl, we will talk when you get here," she promised with an amused tone, hanging up on me.

Fuck, I do not want to talk about it.

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Hey, everybody!

Sorry for not posting on Friday, I had a crazy week:/

What did you think of this chapter? I would so live with my best friend!!! Also, what about the club and the whole Drew and Storm situation?

Anyways, have a good day/night, and remember to smile!

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