AN

Alright. So.  For a moment there, I figured that I wouldn't be able to write anything right now.  My cousin died unexpectedly today, at the age of 46, leaving behind a wife and six young kids.  It was pretty shocking, I was really close to them all, I still am, obviously, but I figured that this is a good way to get my mind off of things.  A little Mal and Analee time would boost my spirits, but don't blame me if this comes out all pissy and full of a few arguements, I'm a little pissed at the world right now.

Without further ado, please keep my cousins wife and kids in your thoughts, and read on !

Analee POV

To say this party was 'hopping' would be an understatement.  A major one.  Samantha and her brother, Jared, were extremely well known in the party circuit, for throwing the best damn parties around, and this was the first one this summer.  Everyone was here, and I mean everyone.   From the girl who never talked to anyone at my school (Usually.  I was the exception to that, along with her few friends) to the group of already drunk off their asses jocks, to the college kids that hung around with Jared, to the random people I recognized from seeing working around town.  It was absolutely crazy, and judging by the clock on the wall, it was-

Wait.  Sorry.  I couldn't catch the time before the football smashed it off of the wall.  Oh well.  It was a really good thing that Jared and Samatha's parents always put away the valuables before a party.  And had killer insurance.  The insurance helped.  A lot. 

I had lost Samantha to the hoards of boys that she was switching between on the dance floor, and new guy to the bedrooms upstairs.  I could care less about the latter though.  I hoped he contracted some sexually transmitted disease with all his sleeping around, he deserved it. 

I sighed and leaned back against the breakfast bar, which was doubling as a drink bar, watching the dancers without interest.  There were a few guys eying me from around the room, but none of them had the balls to approach me.  Shame. 

The pounding music was shaking the house, blasting through the speakers manned by some famous DJ, who looked like a rapper wanna-be, with the bling and the clothes.  I couldn't complain though, the guy could rip it.  The one face that I hoped to see, though, hadn't come around yet.  It was his best friends party, so he should be here.  He being Aiden, my fourth best friend.  He was a freshman at the local college, or, well, was, before the end of this year.  Now he was a second year student.  I'm not sure of the technical term.  Anyways, he was really close with Teegan and Luke, and best friends with Jared.  The shock of white hair that appeared above the crowd caused the wide grin to spread across my face.  He was definitely here.

I slid off of the stool and pushed myself through the dancers, keeping an eye on my boy.  A hand sprung out in my direction, got a firm grip on my wrist, and tugged my out of the crowd.

"Whoa."  I looked up with a bashful smile to see Aiden trailing his eyes from my heels, up to my face. He let out a low whistle before meeting my eyes.  "Someone is out to impress."  I laughed and took my turn, studying his outfit.  He was wearing a pair of washed out jeans, that were loose on his hips, and a tight black wife beater, having more then likely shed his over shirt sometime earlier. 

"You know it," I winked, letting him spin me into his arms for a hug.

"I'm hoping I'm the only one you're out for though, or I'd have to bash some faces in," he murmured into my hair.  I guess I kind of forgot to mention that Aiden was my on again, off again boyfriend.  We were a bit iffy when he went off to college, because I didn't want to hold him back, but he came to my door one day, on his knees, begging for me to reconsider.  No joke.  He was a sweetheart.

"No, I wouldn't want you to hurt your poor knuckles," I teased, prssing my lips to his collar bone quickly, before pulling away.  His bright green eyes were what drew me in the first time.  I had known him since I was a preeschooler, and Teegan and Luke brought him over for playdates.  He was tall blonde kid with emerald eyes, like a cat.  I'll admit, I wasn't a very original child.

We were best friends all through highschool, along with Victoria and Samantha, and Noah, who was somewhere in the house, probably banging a leggy blonde.  He asked me out when I was in tenth grade and he was a senior.  That would be about a week after he kissed me senseless in the front seat of his truck after he picked me up from Sam's.  And I didn't talk for three hours.  I never heard the end of it.

"If I kiss you right now, are you still going to talk to me after?"  Aiden teased, tilting my chin up with his finger. 

"Oh shut up," I whined, sticking my tongue out at him.  He chuckled and dove in to press his lips to mine.  His kisses were always soft and loving, causing my toes to curl in my heels, which wasn't an easy feat.  When his tongue traced my bottom lip lightly, I pulled back and smirked.  "You just can't get enough of this, huh?" I winked, before tugging on his hand.  "Come dance with me Aiden!"  I shook my ass in his direction, laughing when I heard the low moan that sounded in the back of his throat.  It was safe to say I was a tad bit drunk.

"You're killing me here!"

"That's the plan!"

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Mal POV

This party wasn't disappointing, that's for damn sure.  I added about four notches to my belt in the last four hours, and experienced a lot more then I had expected.  The Olangert girls sure knew how to please a guy.  I bumped fists with a dude who's name I forgot, and headed for the dance floor, not expecting the fist that came flying out of no where.  It nailed me sharply in the jaw, sending my reeling back a step, and spitting blood onto the floor.  That'd be a bitch to get out later.

"You bastard! You FUCKED my girlfriend!" I ducked just in time to avoid a clumsy left hook, and surveyed my opponent. He was shorter then me, but he was built like a dinosaur, with a neck as thick thick as a bunch of steel cables.  Oh great.

"Who would this be?" I asked, straightening and brushing a piece of invisible lint off my shirt.  He growled and jumped forward, missing me by inches when I swerved to the side.

"Caroline!" he hissed, throwing another two punch combo.  I dodged with a sigh, shaking my head.

"Sorry, I'm not very good with names."  This seemed to infuriate him further, and he launched himself at me with a new found anger.

"You BASTARD!"

"Describe her," I suggested, stepping back. He panted angrily, glaring with a hatred I had only seen in one persons eyes before, my fathers.  I shoved that thought aside and attempted to ignore his look.

"Tall, curvy, blonde, killer legs, green eyes."

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, I never touched her." I let the insinuation sink in, and smirked at his new rage. 

"ARGH!"  He dove for me again, clumsily tripping over his own feet and face planting into the corner of a coffee table.  Ouch.  That's gotta hurt, about as much as it would to lose that much pride at once.

"I never touched him," I stated to the watching crowd as I passed.  "He tripped."  I left the crowd behind as I stepped onto the dance floor, immediatly being snatched up by a very drunk girl.  Blonde, with a tight little black dress on that left little to my imagination.  She grinded into me, dropping low as the music starting beating through the speakers.  Well, here comes notch number five. 

Analee POV

I couldn't find Samantha anywhere.  Like, anywhere, anywhere.  If I didn't know her so well, I'd say she was probably somewhere with a guy, but I did.  Know her I mean.  And she wouldn't go anywhere with a guy unless she was piss drunk, which she couldn't be... right?  Wrong.  Definitely wrong, I concluded, when I saw her, hand in hand with a guy who was shadowed by the dimness. 

Time to step in.

I patted Aiden on the cheek with a wide, cheeky smile, and moved across the room towards where my best friend was giggling like a lunatic, and the guy was... No.  Oh no.  That voice sounded way to damn familiar to me.

Stepping up beside the pair confirmed it.  My drunk off her ass best friend was currently on her way out with my personal enemy.  New guy.  Oh hell no.

I stepped up between the two idiots and wrenched my hand back, planting a firmly nicely aimed slap to Malcolm's face.  He veered back in surprise, eyes wide before they narrowed on me.

"How dare you," I hissed, stepping forwards towards him.  Malcolm scowled and moved to shove me aside.  "Don't MANHANDLE me!"

"You slapped me!" he cried, reaching for my wrist and shaking it in anger.  "I didn't do anything! It's not my fault that your friend was all over me!"

"She's drunk you imbecile!"

"So what?  I was just going to show her a good time, it was nothing that she obviously didn't want."

"You are so stupid. If Samantha wasn't drunk," I said, over annunciating the word, "Then she wouldn't be here with you!  I'm taking her home, go screw yourself."  Malcolm raised one eyebrow mockingly.

"Fine, I bet she wouldn't even be a good fuck anyways."  I laughed.

"You are such a jackass.  I hope you rot in hell."

"See you there babe," he smirked, half shrugging. 

"I hope you screwup that case," I hissed, turning to march a very giggly Sam towards the front door.  I was caling a cab.

"What did you say?"  Oops, looks like I hit a nerve.

"Are you deaf? You heard me."  He wrapped his fingers firmly around my wrist and tugged me forcefully into his chest.  One glance at his murderous face had me shying back.  I wasn't someone who got scared easily, but at the moment, I was beginning to think I had gone a tad bit too far.

"Don't mess with something that you know nothing about," he growled, inches from my face.  "You might end up getting hurt."  Was he threatening me?  Oh he was so threatening me.  Let me let you in on a little secret.  I don't take getting threatened well.

"Are you threatening her?"  A low voice growled, sending shivers down my spine.  Here comes Aiden!  "I will destroy you if you threaten her one more time."  Oh, I should mention that Aiden is a little bit possessive. 

"Do you have a problem pretty boy?" Malcolm snapped, straightening up.  He didn't relinquish his hold on my wrist thought.  If anything, it tightened.  "We were talking."

"Fuck you," I hissed, wripping my hand from his grasp.  Aiden looked terrifying, and furious.  "Come on Aiden."

"I'll meet you outside," he growled, taking an intimidating step forward.  New guy held his place, which was surprising enough.  When Aiden got angry, everyone avoided him.  If I didn't get him out of here though, he was going to get himself hurt, or kill someone.  One or the other.

"Please Aiden?  I want to go home!"  I pouted, tugging on his sleeve.  He glanced down, and sighed.

"Alright, let's go home."  He led me outside, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist, but he didn't leave before slamming shoulders with Malcolm.  To his credit, he barely moved. 

The trip home was full of more silence.  The awkward type.  Aiden dropped Samantha and I off at my house, and left right after he gave me a kiss goodbye, mumbling something about going to work off the tension.  I shook my head at his antics, and led Samantha up to my bedroom.  Luckily, I avoided my mother and my father, and collapsed onto my bed.

Falling asleep was the best thing that had happened to me all night.