Nick tugged me through the crowd of people so that we were hiding against the wall as people danced close together all over the place. How was I holding all this liquor in me? Amanda waltzed by us as if she didn't even notice us, Nick smooshing me against the wall and him, his scent filling my nose, my lungs felt trapped. I went to get another drink thinking maybe that would be my last one, but then I remembered Nick proclaiming his feelings for me and informing me that our marriages might be more permanent than we thought. Our case was failing. Our lawyer seemed like he didn't know what he was doing with an easy case against the state. There had to be bigger forces that could step in for using minors as a social experiment. Nick loved me. I walked across the room trying not to fall over and I got my drink. I stood there for a little bit to gather my senses before heading back to Nick. I saw a girl from my math class standing next to Nick who was leaning against the wall.
The girl was twirling her long black hair with her fingers. She was smiling and giggling while Nick had all of his focus on her. Nick had just proclaimed his love to me and another girl was flirting with him. Nick seemed to have found my eyes from across the room then turned his back to her before I lost him in the mob of people. I stood on my toes to find him, but I didn't so I changed directions and felt a hand take hold of my shoulders.
"Rachel," a husky whisper breathed in my ear.
I knew that guy's voice, thought it was a little gruff, but it was probably from all that had been going on plus the loud music. My heart skipped a beat.
"Nick," I breathed.
I was having a little trouble seeing as the room was over-filled and I had lost track of how much I had drunk. Stupid being a light weight. Was the room moving because of the dancing or from the music?
"Yeah," Nick responded, still standing behind me. "Come with me for a second, Rachel."
He took my hand; his skin did not feel the same against mine. His hand wasn't the normal softness with a little callous on his palm, and his grip was more unforgiving than what I would have thought from Nick. Was I that drunk that Nick's hands didn't feel right? Was I still that upset with him? Nope, really didn't have much thought connection. The thoughts seemed there, but not fusing together properly.
There were less people in the house now, it seemed that the party was spreading outside as well, as people were standing in the front yard in addition to those inside. If there were any news crews watching us tonight I'm sure they were getting a lot of interesting footage. A cool breeze came through the house since the door was open now, to cool down all the bodies in such a tight area. Nick pulled me to the wall in the dark near one of the bedrooms as I stumbled to keep up. He caught me and held me against the wall.
Nick put an arm around my waist and the other hand held the back of my head. His lips touched mine long and passionately. His lips did not feel right to me. What was wrong with my senses that Nick's soft, engaging lips felt unusual to me? Could drinking really do this much damage my senses? His mouth didn't mold as well as it had done earlier and the beer breath wasn't helping. He whisked me into the shadowy bedroom and closed the door quietly behind us. The door shut almost as quickly as my racing heart pounded. All of this was moving too fast. I couldn't form the words to tell him to slow down. I wanted to slow down, right?
Nick grabbed my hand again and brought me to the bed, my feet were nearly falling over each other with every step that I took to follow him. His lips were touching mine again before my neck, then back to the lips again as if they couldn't make up their mind about where they wanted to be. The touches felt good, but at the same time my stomach felt uneasy, wrong. How did I end up lying down? Why was Nick rushing in such a hasty fashion, when he didn't usually act this way? Nick normally was slower, teasing, and compassionate with his actions. Nick was usually aware of the fact that I was hesitant. Nick brought his eyes back up to mine and I looked at his brown eyes smirking at me.
"You're not Nick," I yelped now feeling my mind race for diverse reasons.
I had just kissed a guy that was not Nick! This was the second person I've kissed. I was freaking out on Nick earlier about moving too fast physically and emotionally. Yet, here I was doing what I told Nick we shouldn't be doing. I was going to be sick.
"No I'm not Nick. I'm better than Nick." Mark chuckled.
"Let go of me now," I snapped.
I tried to pull my hands out of his grip, but I couldn't get out no matter how much I attempted to. Mark was too strong. I couldn't get him with my nails because he was holding me by my wrists. I held back my panic, and concentrated on tossing and twisting my body in any way that I could to get out of his grasp. Mark tried to kiss me again, but this time I spat in his face. He just smiled and rubbed his face on my t-shirt over my stomach taking his time to stay against me. Through the shirt I could have sworn he kissed the fabric. I felt on
