Fly

Chapter Six: The Drunk

Beast's POV

        The girl that I was dancing with was pretty. Blonde hair that hung just below her chin in curls and pretty skin. Her blue eyes would sometimes meet mine and she would slightly smile at me. I had to crouch so that her ass would rub against my groin so that we could "properly dance". 

        I was getting irritated and I think she noticed so she said, "I'm gonna go get a drink." I nodded and grinned, hoping I didn't come off as mean. She wasn't what was bothering me.

        If I could drink more than three beers, then I wouldn't be so god damn irritated. I promised Lana that I'd be the one driving home tonight.

        I've been regretting that decision sense we've gotten here.

        As soon as she walked in the door, all eyes were on her. I'm talking the hungry eyes of guys (and some girls) and the jealous stares of girls. And why shouldn't they stare? She looked so hot in those tight jeans that showed off her wonderful ass and the crop top that showed off that toned, tanned stomach with a tattoo that peaked from beneath the jeans, to my surprise because she never had mentioned having a tattoo before.

        When I knocked on the her door earlier, I didn't want to seem like I was checking her out because I didn't want to make her uncomfortable. But as soon as she turned her back to me, my eyes were all over her.

        I went to go get another beer because my slight buzz was wearing off. On my way to the kitchen, I saw Lana in some guy's lap, on the stairs, making out. Jealousy set my blood on fire, made me want to grab some girl and make out with her in front of Lana to see how it would make her feel. But I knew I was being childish. How many times have I made her come to a party, stay sober, and watch me with other girls?

        I convinced myself that this was just a phase. I thought she was hot because she was. Any guy would have to be blind to not see that. This was just a phase and it would pass.

        I finished my beer and felt a poke on my back. Please don't let it be some girl asking to dance, I thought to myself. I turned around to see Lana, her eyes glazed but steady on me. She was drunk.

        She grabbed my hand and said, "Dance with me."

        "Got tired with your play thing?" I cursed myself for sounding bitter.

        She was too drunk to notice the tone in my voice. She shrugged and looked at me with those golden eyes. "I'd rather be with you," she murmured.

        I'm gonna act like that didn't make me feel better.

        Lana was tall enough that I didn't have to crouch. We've danced before but I've always been drunk enough that I didn't take enough time appreciating the feel of her fabulous ass on my crotch. Call me a creep and a perv to always obsess over her ass. It was just that great.

        The song was slow and my hand on her hips moved up to feel her bare skin. It was warm and soft. She leaned into me and moved to the beat of the song. The way she moved her body was sexy and graceful and all the guys watched her entranced. I brought close to my chest, signaling she was mine, mine. Her dark hair smelled sweet, like apples. Her hands overlapped mine, a sweet pressure against my own hands.

        The song was over soon then I would have liked and Lana slowly detached herself from me but didn't let go of my hand. "Let's go get a drink," she slurred. I'm sure if I was not holding on to her hand, she would have been stumbling.