THE PARTY II

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

THE PARTY II

‘Punch his stupid smirk off.’ I thought, but pushed the intrusive thought back.

I glare up at him, slapping my hands against his chest and shoving him off me, but he just remains in place stubbornly. He smirks at me in a mocking way.

I felt his muscles flex and ripple against my palm. Was he amused by this? I retract my hand and grab my cup, attempting to side step him, but he holds my arm.

“Let go!” I threw the ice cubes in the cup at him but his grip tightened and he pushed it back so the ice fell on both of us instead.

They roll and fall onto the floor beneath us.

His hands reach into his pocket and he grabs my phone, handing it over to me and letting me go.

I snatched it back with a scowl that said this wasn’t over and then headed to the kitchen island to pour myself a drink. I might just need that extra shot.

I gulp a shot of whiskey and my face twists as it burns all the way down.

“Whatever you were planning on doing with that recording, I suggest you give it up and keep your snobby nose out of my fucking business, Waters.”

“Or else what?” I shrugged.

“Or else you won’t get off so easily this time around. Mm?” He asks as he caresses my hair, but it doesn’t even feel comforting. It’s like a noose around my neck.

“And who are you that I can’t get myself involved in your business?” I asked daringly.

“Your words mean bullshit, Aali. I’m just offering you free and friendly advice because I care about you, Mm? There are so many thing that might go wrong when a spoiled little girl goes poking her nose into things that doesn’t concern her. So many accidents that could happen to her.” He pinches my cheeks with that sick and twisted smile of his.

His hands comb through my blonde strands and I stop myself from slapping them away and letting him affect me.

“I’m Aaliyah Waters. But you? You’re just an empty asshole. You’re more befitting to the role of a hood rat, a liar and a low-class thief. And guess what? ” I smiled sweetly at him and rose on my tippy toes to whisper into his ears.

“I’m never going to stop trying to get dirt on you. So do your worst, Kieran Castles.”

His fist tightens in my hair as he jerks it back hard and I yelp in surprise and pain, gritting my teeth as he pushes my back hard into the island. My hands thrash against the drinks on the table in an attempt to grab his and the bottles fall and crash around us, creating a mess and causing attention to fall on us.

He leans against and over me so I can smell his cedar and weed scent washing over me, his thigh muscles caging me in.

“I’ll fucking destroy you in a heartbeat, sweetheart. I’m going to give you this honest and friendly advice. Stop fucking trying to rile me up because when you manage to actually provoke me, it’ll be this pretty head rolling off the floor.” He tugs my hair again and my scalp burns. I bite myself from talking back. Communicating all my hatred for him with my eyes instead. If he doesn’t let go soon, Tears would start dropping down my cheeks and this would be my loser bitch moment forever.

He lets go of my hair and slowly gets up and gives me back my personal space. He wants to show me that he’s only letting me have it because he chose to have mercy.

He starts to walk away before stopping again.

“Oh and the next time you decide to play truant and run away from your responsibilities, don’t get me involved. Because the next time I have to go playing babysitter for your little brother, I'll be calling your dad so you can answer and let him know what you actually use your car for instead of the reason you said you needed it . Or maybe I might just call children's services and report a missing kid.”

I grab the nearest thing and fling it at him with all my strength and precision, but he moves aside just in time. He had fueled me by threatening Kirk’s safety.

“Don’t bring Kirk into this. If you ever threaten him again I’ll fucking kill you.” I swore at him as the broken bottle I threw at him broke into pieces. I scarcely used curse words, especially in public. We weren’t raised that way, but I was so angry and that doesn’t matter right now.

He turns to look at me with murder in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and the vein in his forehead looked like it might pop, blood was streaming down his face in a single line.

That meant I was wrong. He hadn’t been able to dodge it at all. It had cut him right above the brow and that really was satisfying.

He marches towards me in angry strides and I keep my head up and straight, waiting for any punishment he meant to give me. It would never override the feeling of touching him and making him bleed. It proved he was human like me and could be hurt too.

He’s hands reached out and grabbed my shirt but he was yanked back just as quickly, his grip is still tight on my shirt and it tears right in the middle and my naked breasts fall free. I covered them with my hands quickly and gasped as Andrew Marin punched Kieran in the eye, making him groan and stagger back.

He takes off his shirt and pulls it over me and I redden.

What are the odds? Jesus Christ

“Are you okay?” He asks me but I don’t get a chance to reply as Kieran kicked him forward and he crashes into the island. He falls onto the floor and more broken bottles fall on him. He’s bleeding in his arm and neck already.

People are screaming around us by now. Phones whip up to record.

Kieran grabs him by his hair and jerks him up before hitting him in his face repeatedly.

“Oh my God. Stop it!” I ran and pushed him away from Andrew and this time round he lets me as Andrew staggers back, but I hold onto him before he fell but he only drags me down as I’m not strong enough to keep him up. Blood was coming down his neck and I noticed that it was from his head. He must have hit it when Kieran shoved him.

“What is wrong with you?” I yell at him but he completely ignores me. I feel hands grab me and look up at Andrew as he puts me behind him.

“Stay the fuck away from her.” He says to Kieran.

“Why, so you can finally get the chance to stick your dick inside her? It’s a bit pathetic. Don’t you think, Captain?” He drew the last words mockingly and Andrew’s fist tightened.

At the end of last year when our seniors were leaving and handing over their positions, there was a rumor that Kieran was given the captain position of the basketball team, but he rejected it because basketball was just a thing he did for passing time, and although he was exceptionally good at it and got to play official games as a junior, he didn’t care much about the team nor did he have passion for it. To select the captain for the basketball team, every player was let onto the court to play ‘every man for himself and whoever got the most baskets won. Kieran partook and won but he refused to accept the position and it was given to Andrew, who came in second. Although they kept up a united front for basketball, Kieran and Andrew didn’t actually get along. Andrew wanted to challenge him officially again but Kieran refused, saying Andrew wasn’t good enough to be given a chance to compete against him and it would only waste his time. He couldn’t kick him off the team either, because he was their best center of the team and they needed him. I would totally hate to be Andrew in that situation.