131AN: Don't kill me!
Chapter 8
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Seth spun round to see Alec leaning on the exit, blocking her way out. His muscular arms were crossed across his chest, his expression was pure malice.
"What did you say?" Seth asked as she got up from the floor, standing before him now.
"You heard me." He looked absolutely evil now. "Slut."
That did it. Seth saw red. Blood red and that was exactly what she wanted to see, Alec bleeding.
Seth made a fist and lunged at him. Alec dodged just in time and gripped her wrist- in a flash he had her face first against the wall, his mouth right by her ear.
"I guess it's my turn, now that Rakes done with you."
Seth growled and stepped on his foot with her heel, he flinched and Seth took the opportunity to elbow him in the gut. He staggered backwards and Seth roundhouse kicked him right in the jaw. Alec fell right on his back clutching his jaw. He looked up, a tinkle of blood flowing from his mouth. He did a quick tip-up and faced Seth. They both stood there, sizing each other up. Seth moved first, running right at him, she faked a move and kicked him straight in chest. Alec grabbed her foot and pulled her forward, Seth lost her balance and fell to the floor in a perfect split.
"Nice splits, you must do that often."
"You know, your whore jokes are really getting old." Seth jumped up just as Alec launched a three punch-back kick combo. Seth Blocked his punches but the kick caught her by surprise and she staggered back and kicked of with targeted punch after targeted punch, Alec blocked all of them and then out of no where Seth did a perfect crescent kick hitting Alec in the head.
He dropped to floor and she jumped on him about to punch him straight in the face but in the last split second missed intentionally and punched the matt, her fist a width of a hair away from his head.
Seth stood up, looking down at Alec, he was breathing heavily and clutching his head. Seth turned around and picked up her bag that lying on the floor.
"Your not even worth it dickhead." And without looking back she walked out of the gym.
Exhausted, I headed back to my room, dreaming about showers and warm beds. When I steeped inside I was happy to see Trist and Ace, far away from each other and fully clothed.
"Luke! I don't care that you're in love with me! Yeah well, most boys are! Listen, I don't want you anymore! Yeah! I know that was harsh! That was sorta the point!" Trist yelled into her cell phone, pacing back and forth.
I sat down next to Ace on the couch, he was currently rolling a joint and humming a tune I found disturbingly familiar.
"Are you singing 'A spoon full of sugar?' " I asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Well, this is a chore, I'm just making it more fun." He shrugged.
"Isn't smoking it the cherry on top?" I pointed to joint between his fingers.
"Huh..." That was all he said as he took a hit and handed it over to me. I inhaled and exhaled the sweet smoke and felt my nerves calming, even with all the racket Trist was making.
"The only thing we talked about was how much you loved pudding! It doesn't matter Luke! A date isn't a date when all you ever talk about is home made versus instant!" She through the phone onto the wall (on her side) besides making a small dent it also ended the relationship Trista had been trying to end for the last 20 minutes.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." I piped up after a minute of silence.
"Wait! you do know you're coming tonight right?" Trist lunged at me and grabbed my shoulders.
"I know I'm not coming tonight to Ace's second party, if that's what you mean." I broke away from her and proceeded to the bathroom.
"Over my extremely gorgeous and toned dead body you're not!" She chased after me and blocked the entrance to my safe haven.
"Trista..." I began. "I'm not going."
I couldn't believe I was going to this thing, but when you have the whiny nagging voice of Trista in your ears you'll agree to anything including chinese torture, sorta like what I'm about to experience now.
"Ooooh I'm soo excited! This party is gonna be waaay better then last night's." Trist clapped her hands together in cheerful excitement.
"As long as I don't wake up with some guy rubbing my ass and drooling all over my arm, I'm happy." I replied dryly.
Trist stopped to stare at her reflection in the nearest side view mirror. She rubbed another layer of lipgloss on her lips and teased her hair. She was wearing a tight black pencil skirt that reached mid thigh with a lacy pink top that exposed a lot of cleavage. to accentuate her spidery long legs she had on black wedges. She turned back at me and smiled a million watt smile. "Prefect!"
We reached the entrance where the bouncer denied entrance to almost everyone. I turned to Trist desperately.
"Please don't make me go in there." I pleaded.
"Come on! You take down guys thrice your size and your afraid of a little party? You look...urrr great!" She said the last part unconvincingly.
I looked down at my outfit. A loose grey racerback tank with ripped black skinny jeans and Vans. Comfy and perfect. Exactly the opposite of what Trist had in mind for me. Sequined hot pants *Shudder...*
My hair was in loose waves after Trist messed around with it after my shower, (When I Say messed I mean me trying to get ready and Trist running around behind me twirling my hair around) and my usual raccoon make up.
"You sound sooo convincing."
Trist grabbed my hand and marched up to the bouncer.
"Heeyy...I'm Trist and This Is Seth, we're invited to the party inside." She batted her lashes and played "Hello Titty" and in between drooling and ogling he lifted up the velvet rope that was blocking our way.
"Thanks soo much." Trist said huskily.
The place looked the same', gothic halloween decor but less clubby than last night, more mellow with some unknown band playing softly in the back round.
I spotted Dick and the Gang sitting in their regular table, skank free unlike yesterday but still one somehow got in but wasn't sitting down. She saw me and the insults ensued.
"What is Elvira, whore of the night doing here?" Her high pitched snooty voice shrieked loudly.
"It's Mistress of the Dark you tiny, tiny brain cell." I responded in my humorless tone.
Skank moved to shove me, but she stopped, she knew I could break every bone in her body without a second thought. her hands that were ready to push fell lamely back.
"Easy ladies or we'll have to break out the strawberry jello." Logan smirked as he slapped skanks ass, who trotted away like a wounded animal.
I shot him a venomous look and plopped down next to Trist, who was heavily petting Ace and not at all trying to hide that fact.
The laughing and chatter resumed and being slightly bored I just scanned my surroundings. Rake was laughing at some joke when his gaze caught mine and he started coughing violently on his drink.
Logan was whispering and grinning wildly into a girls ear. I saw her hand trace up and down his chest and when it officially settled down south I darted my eyes elsewhere so they wouldn't melt into my sockets.
I kept looking around, avoiding a certain pair of eyes who I could feel burning into me. I looked ridicules darting my head side to side, focusing on anything rather than the people ahem.. person before me. This worked well until I felt a hand on my shoulder and on instinct I turned around to face said hand owner.
Surprise surprise.
Alec bent down to my eye level and spoke in a low voice. "Call me crazy but I'm getting the feeling that you're avoiding me Pierce."
His hot breath on my neck disoriented me for a split second but I quickly rebounded.
"I don't waste any thoughts on you Sterling, much less purposely do anything that involves you other than kicking your ass." I said the lass part smirking.
He chuckled and from our proximity I felt it vibrating through me enough to make shudder, involuntarily of course.
"About today Pierce, after our little tete'-a-tete' I asked Rake about it and told me what really happened, so I know you didn't spread it for him...-"
I spun around and lunged out of my chair while grabbing his neck in a choke hold and pinning him against a spiderweb covered wall 8 inches off the ground.
"What I do or don't do, which includes who as well, has abso-fucking-lutley nothing to do with you, shithead."
Alec tried to break free by beating down on my hands, but to no avail, I had him and he wasn't going anywhere. Several people turned to look at us, most of the table were on their feet but unsure on how to approach.
"Now listen up, I am sick of your bullshit so do explain, why the fuck am I here?" I was getting tired of his and Logan's mind games.
"Still busting heads first and asking questions later Seth?" I chillingly familiar voice drawled out.
I let go of Alec and he fell to the ground in a coughing fit. I turned to the direction of the voice and like some dark movie, the voice stepped out of the shadows looking exactly like the last time I saw him.
Cerulean blue eyes, pale skin over high cheek bones, light stubble around his mouth. Real tall, 6'1 with tousled light red hair, same hue as mine, correction, exactly the same as mine.
"Hey don't stop mopping the floor with his ass on my account." He grinned.
Name? Scott Pierce, A.K.A my big brother.
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