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Chapter 6: Party Disasters

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Chapter 6

Emma Windsor P.O.V

It was now finally Friday, and that mean't that the party was on. I braced myself. There was so many things that could happen all in just one night. After all, the word spread that Ryder called me a slut. I cringed, the memory flooding back to me. 

I shake the feeling off, opening the front door to my house. I step in, a note on the counter. I quickly scan over it. 

I left some spaghetti in the fridge for dinner. Don't even think about going to that party tonight. I trust you, Emma. 

-Love Mum. 

I curse under my breath. Going against moms word, will basically mean that I'm grounded and then I can't have my phone. I shrug, taking the risk, I think I can live without my phone. I couldn't help but feel guilty as I looked for a dress for tonight. 

I finally decide on wearing jeans, ankle boots and a black crop top. I start to curl my hair, adding light makeup. Once I convinced myself I was ready, Jonathan was waiting for me outside. I quickly grab my purse, meeting him out the front. 

He wore blue jeans, and a grey shirt. He cleaned up nice. He smiles at me. 

"You look smoking hot, Emma." He says, and I smile. I slightly cringe, the way he made me feel was nowhere near how Ryder made me feel. But, I'm not a stone cold bitch and just judge him for who he is. 

"Thanks, you cleaned up well." I respond. He gives me a wink. 

He opens the car door for me, and I hop into his car. After he gets in, the engine roars to life. The car ride was awkward, all we did was listen to rap music. And I mean, I like rap and all, but there was so many swear words in one song!

The car comes to a halt, stopping in front of a enormous house filled with drunk teenagers. There was lights pumping through the windows, and music bouncing off the walls. I would hate to be the neighbours tonight.

I open the car door, until Jonathan stops me. I turn to look at him, slightly annoyed. 

"What?" I ask, a bit to rough. He backs off a bit, and I immediately feel sorry. I relax my face, focusing on Jonathan. Okay, so maybe my stone cold bitch ego was coming out a bit. 

"I'm sorry. That was a bit too harsh." I apologise. He shakes it off, returning with a small smile. 

"No problem. I just couldn't help but feel that you don't really want me here, is it because of Ryder?" He asks. I shake my head, but deep down, I want to say hundred times yes. I wasn't really into playboys that were on the football team, but then again, Ryder is a player and he used to play football. 

"No, it's not. I came here with you." I confirm, trying to convince myself. I don't succeed, instead I feel even more depressed. I shouldn't even be here. 

"Okay, good." He says. I get out of the car, walking up to the car. As soon as we walk into the house, it's crammed. There are people sharing salver, some dancing (more like grinding on each other), people taking illegal drugs and then just basically having fun and drinking. 

I instantly loose Jonathan amongst the crowd, and that takes a lot off my shoulders. He wants to be more than friends, and I hate to say it, but even though I hate Ryder, theres still something there. 

I can't just say goodbye to the first lover in my life. I wish it was that easy. I shake those thoughts away, trying to find the kitchen. This house was huge, but I eventually found the kitchen and basically raided their fridge. I sigh in annoyance, how come there are no beers in this stupid fridge? 

I grab a random bottle, gulping the liquid down. I remember coming to these kind of parties with Ryder. Tonight is for me to have fun and not think of Ryder for once. Just for once. 

Another three beers later, I'm already drunk, dancing with a random guy. He reeks of alcohol and cigarettes. I cringe at the smell. He grabs my waist, pulling me closer towards him. I quickly squirm out of his grasp, looking at him with a glare. 

Even though I was drunk, I could still handle myself. The best thing I could do, was get out of this dancing crowd. I think I need another beer. I grab a beer from a girl, gulping it down. The drink is suddenly snatched away from my grasp. 

"Hey!" I yell, and Ryder smirks at me. 

"Had a little too much to drink?" He smirks, and I roll my eyes. 

I giggle. "Maybe. Maybe not." Wait, was I even being nice to him? He called me a slut. My eyes start to darken, and a frown held on my face. As if he read my mind, his muscular face softens a bit, his jaw still clenched. 

 "I'm sorry for calling you a slut. It was so fucking rude of me." He says, running a hand through his soft brown hair. How I'd wish I could run my hands through it right now. Okay, chill out drunk Emma.

I relax the wrinkles on my face, but I still didn't forgive him. So I do the one thing I could do, to get out of this awkward mess. "You smell really good." I giggle. He frowns. 

"Emma, I'm serious." He says. I shake my head, well that plan didn't work. Mr serious, grumpy pants over here won't give me break, and my chest suddenly tightens. I needed air, to be out of this stupid crowd full of horny teenagers. 

"I need air." I say, walking away from him. Once I was out of Ryder's sight, I sigh with relief. Someone pins me up against the wall, my back instantly aching. I groan in pain. It was the guy from before who I was dancing with. Without hesitation, he starts kissing my lips, leaving a trail of wet kissing on my neck. 

Tears prickle my eyes as I try and shove him off me. "S-stop it, please your hurting me!" 

He doesn't stop, instead, he starts taking off my top. I try to scream, but he covers my mouth. Tears are violently pouring down my cheeks. Everyone was too drunk to notice that I was about to get raped. 

"Shh, don't make a sound, it won't hurt." He says, making me cry harder. My chest tightens, as I try and catch my breath from all the tears. That's when he's ripped off me, a gush of wind revealing my bare stomach. I quickly put my shirt back on, staring wide-eyed as Ryder throws numerous punches at the guy. 

The guy was bleeding now, unconscious. Ryder had this look in his eyes. Rage, passion and horror. I've never seen him like this before. 

It scared me to the bone, sending shivers down my spine. I've never seen him like this, and I never wanted to again. 

"Stop! Stop Ryder!" I yell, and Ryder gets off him, steadying his breaths. He scans over my body, and I wipe my tears away. 

"You fucking dick." I spat at the guy, before turning on my heel. I couldn't face him, not after what he just did to that guy. I did what I do best. 

I ran. 

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Okay guys, so that was chapter 6 and I hope you liked it. Make sure to vote and comment, it sure means a lot to me. 

-Sweetie x