A Story Pt 2

Rachel and I made our way through the party to the dance floor. Beers in hand we started to dance. “See Mel, this party is already soooo much better than anything we usually go to” Rachel screamed over the music at me. I didn’t bother to answer her I just nodded my head to agree. After dancing and drinking our way going a few bottles of beer each, as Chris was continually making sure that we had new ones, Rachel decided that is was time she went and spent some time with Chris.

“Mel are you sure? I don’t want to just leave you stranded here with you not knowing anyone?”

“Rach, just go I’ll be fine okay! “ she was giving me a funny look. “I swear, it’s fine, I just want to dance anyway!”

She agreed that I’d be fine and gave me smile and headed off. I didn’t mind dancing by myself, well not in the increasingly drunken state that I was in anyway. After Rachel had left I kept dancing when all of a sudden I felt hands at my waist. As I was a bit slow to react I kept dancing for a while with these hands around my waist. I finally decided that I should turn around and see who the culprit was. As I did I was amazed to see the best looking guy at the whole party holding onto me. When I say best looking I mean muscles, perfectly tanned body, blonde hair and blue eyes. He was gorgeous. I gave him my biggest smile and mouthed ‘hi’. He gave me a smile and mouthed ‘hi’ back. With our greetings over we started to dance together again.

I was now facing him and he slid his hands back around my waist, we started to move but much slower this time. Ever so slowly his hands were moving lower and lower until he had a firm grip on my bum. He pulled me closer to him and I looked up into his face. He kept a steady hold between our eyes and slowly moved his face closer and closer to mine, before I knew it, his lips were on mine. Then his tongue was in my mouth, what started off as a nice kiss had rapidly turned into a sloppy pash that was not doing much for me. His tongue was flopping around in my mouth like a dead fish. He then moved his hands the top of my thighs and tried to slide his hands up my dress. I pulled away from him feeling quite ill, the only thing that I could think was ‘how much have I had to drink’. After I managed to pull myself away from Casanova I stood back and looked at him. He looked me up and down.

“What’s your problem?

“My problem is that you’re trying to feel me up when it was not invited in the middle of a dance floor I don’t want you to touch me. Okay.” At my words he stepped back a bit like id hit him, he then gathered himself together stood up straight and glared at me.

“Jesus, look at you big tough man, stand up to the little girl.” He shook his head at me in disbelief and gave a little chuckle to himself. By now, I’d managed to attract a bit of attention to myself. He bent down so that his mouth was at my ear and whispered “Well then little miss, you better watch what signals you give out cause I thought you had slut written all over you.” At his words I felt rage come over me, I took a step forward and screamed ‘fuck you’ at him and pushed him. He laughed my push off and then stepped toward me and pushed me to the ground.

I sat on the ground in disbelief that in plan public a boy would do this to me, well I mean to any girl! He looked at me while I was down on the ground and laughed he started to “and that’s where you should be, below me bitch.” The word bitch was cut short because at that moment a tall broad shoulded boy came running over and tackled him to the ground. I quickly tried to get my drunken self off the ground to see who my savior was. When I did manage to regain my balance I saw Mr Casanova receive a swift punch in face. When the puncher stood up and turned around I was shocked to see that Nate had come to my rescue.

“Mel, are you okay?” He asked with a concerned face.

“Uh, yeah, I’m okay, but is he okay?” Casanova seemed to have quite the bloody nose.

“He’ll live; it’s not the first time I’d have managed to make him bleed.” Nate gave me a grin and grabbed me by the arm to lead me out the front of the house. He sat me down on a seat in the front garden and he then sat down next to me.

“So, um, thanks for that in there, I mean you didn’t have to.”

“It’s okay, plus I really don’t like Chad, we’ve kind of got a history.” As he said the name Chad I gave a little shiver and took a mental note ‘Chad=Bad’.

“Right, well I think I’m going to go get another drink and get in that huge queue for the toilet.” I flashed Nate a smile and got up and walked away as quickly as I could. God, what was that weird feeling in my stomach, I hope I don’t spew tonight.

Somehow between leaving Nate in the front garden I managed to lose around oh, three hours. I don’t even know what I did for that period of time, which scares me. The next thing I know, Rachel is pulling me off the dance floor, where I seemed to be dancing by myself as almost everyone had left. She looked tired and worn out.

“Mel come on, its late we’re going back to Chris’ okay.”

“Already, but why for?” Rachel looked like she was getting cross with me and I decided id better start moving before she started to yell. I moved off the dancefloor and made my way over to Chris and Nate. Chris seemed to have gotten into himself into a right state. When I saw right state I mean he couldn’t stand up right without holding on to someone. I laughed drunkenly at him and made my way to the front door. Once we got out onto the street we headed back to Chris’s house which was going to be a twenty minute walk. Rachel was helping Chris walk which I managed to find highly amusing. I was having an incredible time walking along until I managed to trip over my own feet. I was laying on the ground laughing up at the sky when Nate’s face appeared over top of me. I stopped laughing and stared at him. He stared back equally amused.

“Well are you going to help me up?” Nate laughed quietly and lifted me up on to my feet. Once I was standing I started to walk again and I realized I was finding it incredible hard to walk in a straight line. Nate came over to me “At the rate your going we’ll never get home.” He pulled me closer to him and then he bent down in front of me.

“Excuse me, but if your like going to the toilet right in front of me that’s kind of rude.”

“No stupid, get on my back I’ll carry you.” I stood for another minute in front of Nate and decided that I would like to get to bed some time tonight so I got on his back and he stood up.

“See now were making progress” Nate laughed.

“I’m not to heavy, just tell if I am and ill get off.” I’ve always been a bit conscious that I’m not exactly a skinny mini.

“Nar, your right light as a feather.” As we kept walking, well Nate kept walking I decided that I should play a game.

“Okay, so do you know 21 questions?”

“Cause I do.”

“Right then, I’ll ask you first. Is Nate short for something?”

“Nathaniel.”

“Really? Okay, Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“One brother he’s 22.”

“Pets?”

“A dog. Rusty, he’s a german shepard.”

“Girlfriend?”

“Yeah, and when she finds out I’m carrying you, she is going to want to kick your ass.”

“Well let me get off then I don’t want to get into a fight.” I started to struggle to get off but then I heard Nate laugh.

“Mel, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Oh ok, well, are your parents still together?”

“Nar, they split when I was only five.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I’ve ever known anything different. Come on that was only like five questions.”

“Crap, I can’t think of anything else. Did I make a fool out of myself tonight, everything’s a bit of a blur?”

Nate laughed at me “No, you were well behaved I kept an eye on you.”

“Oh, you kept an eye on me. Nathaniel do you have a crush on me? Do you luuurve me?” I don’t usually say things like this, but I think I had just about the right amount of alcohol in my system and I thought I sounded sarcastic. I felt Nate go a bit tense and he went silent.

“Jesus, only joking buddy, lighten up hey.” For the rest of our trudge home we were silent. I didn’t even know what I said, but it sure didn’t impress him. At some point I drifted off to sleep whilst still on Nate’s back.

I woke back up when Nate was placing me on my bed. “Oh, we back already.”

“Yeap, you know you should really see someone about that snoring.”

“What? Oh no, I didn’t did I, how embarrassing.” Nate had a smirk on his face.

“Oh haha, you’re so funny.” I sat up on the bed and put my back against the wall. I held my hands up to my head to try and stop the spinning. Turns out that my head actually wasn’t spinning. Nate bent down in front of me.

“Hey you alright?”

“Mmm, just a head spin.” Nate got up off the ground and sat next to me on the bed.

“So you had a good time tonight then?”

“Yeah, I mean what I remember? Are you drunk? You don’t seem it?”

“Nar, I only had one beer.”

“Oh ok. So this is kinda weird considering that I’m sitting on a bed with you, but what’s your last name?”

“What’s this you want to finish your 21 questions?”

“We didn’t finish?”

“Nope.”

“Well alright then, What’s your last name?

“Well to save you another question my full name is Nathaniel James Crawford.”