4 Chapter Four

As it turns out I had the invite before I ever even pulled into my driveway. He had already text me with the invite, a selfie and a few other random bits about him. As it turned out his name was Derrick, he played football and he was very much single. I had to laugh a little. I sent him back a selfie and introduced myself a bit, though my photo was a lot more restrained than his. His was a shirtless pic where it looked like he was in the gym getting ready for a workout. I spent the next few hours being lazy and watching Netflix, he had told me the part started up around 7 but I waited until 8 to even start getting ready. I didn't go all out, just a tight pair of jeans and a tight off the shoulder t-shirt, complete with converse sneakers and I was looking pretty good but not too good. I wasn't desperate enough for the attention to go all out.

I text my uncle and told him where I was going, and he responded with a series of emojis to show he approved of me partying. I had a text from Brian, checking on me, which I left on read and made my way out to my car. I cranked up the music and pulled up the directions to the party before I pulled out of the driveway. It only took me a half an hour to get there and I found a parking spot pretty close to the house itself. I walked up the path and made my way inside, the door was wide open, and people were crowded in like sardines. I made my way through the crowd, in search of the cutie who had invited me, and I found him out back with a group of his friends. The music was loud but thankfully it wasn't bad music. In This Moment's "Sex Metal Barbie" was blaring through the speakers as I approached. He saw me and watched me walk up, breaking away from his friends and walking up to me.

"Hey, I was beginning to think you stood me up." He told me and I grinned.

"I had some other things to do before I stopped by." I lied, I just didn't care about being on time or making this guy think this was anything more than an excuse to get drunk. Though, admittedly, I should have just taken an Uber to get here, rather than driving my own car. Thinking about it, I sent a text to my uncle and informed him he might have to Uber out here later and drive me and my car home. He responded quickly with a thumb's up emoji. I swear my uncle was worse than a teenage girl.

"Hey, you want to dance?" He asked me, motioning over to the piles of bodies grinding against each other. I nodded and took his hand and drug him along with me to the dance floor. I liked the music they were playing. "Fuck away the Pain" by Divide the Day was starting to play and I grinned. I kept my back to Derrick, grinding my ass into his crotch in time with the music. His hands moved to my hips before running up my body, keeping on top of my clothes for the moment. This was what helped me get through the weeks of my life. This was feeling, and it was a great feeling, lust was incomparable. I had felt love, kindness, compassion but I deserved none of those things now. I wanted lust and pain, it kept me going, it made me feel something other than the numbness. I could fake it, or occasionally feel something pleasant with my uncle around but it was fleeting, and it never lasted. I focused on Derrick behind me, taking his hands and guiding them where I wanted them to touch me. Running a smooth line from my hips to just under my breasts. One of two trips his fingers traced over bare skin and I turned my head, letting him kiss me. It was a good kiss as far as kisses go, a little fumbling like he wasn't sure what to do. I was gearing up to tug him upstairs to somewhere more private when a delicate throat clearing brought me out of my haze. I looked in front of me only to see Savannah Fucking Taylor standing in front of me. I frowned.

"Can I help you?" I asked her, noting that Derrick had gone very still behind me.

"Sav- it's not what it looks like. We were just-"He trailed off as Savannah's face turned a rather unattractive cherry red.

"What the fuck are you doing with my boyfriend, new girl?" She asked me, making my eyebrow raise up a fraction. Huh. Seemed good old Derrick had lied about his attachment, not that I cared, but having her there was a complication.

"Well, that's news to me," I said, stepping away from Derrick and giving him a look of pure disappointment.

"Sorry, Lilly, I was gonna mention it." He told me, hoping I guess I would cover for him. I wasn't going to. I turned to look at the red-faced Savannah.

"Sorry, he told me he was single when he was texting me." I shrugged and made a move to walk past her. Her hand shot out and she grabbed my arm. I paused and looked down at her hand on my arm, then met her gaze. She flinched. Oh yeah, you done fucked up.

"If you're not fighting me or fucking me, I strongly suggest you remove your hand before I do it for you, Savannah Taylor." I could hear the ice on my own voice, but the brave bitch just squeezed harder.

"You need to stay the fuck away from my boyfriend, new girl, or you will seriously regret it." She threatened and I was having a very hard time containing my anger. This bitch was stupid, brave, but stupid. I mean, who seriously gets mad at the girl about what her boyfriend is doing? Not only that but I was walking the fuck away and she is keeping me here to try and embarrass me further. My jaw clenched tight in the effort it was taking not to break her arm.

"I don't give second warnings Savannah," I told her, moving closer to her. We were close to the same height since she was in heels. I didn't blink as I gazed into her eyes, knowing what she was seeing. I saw it every day when I looked in the mirror, eyes devoid of emotion, blank. She squeezed again.

"Neither do I new girl." She replied and I smiled, and I knew it was a cold one.

My hand shot out and I grabbed the back of her head, bringing her head down as I brought my knee up and met the two in the middle. Twice. A quick succession of blows, fucking up her perfect little button nose. I knew I broke it with the effort. The crowd around us moved out of our way, I tightened my grip on her hair, feeling the strands break and tear in my fingers.

"Now that I have your attention. I will make sure to repeat myself, are you listening Savannah Taylor?" She nodded as much as she could with my grip on her hair. "Good girl, now as I said, if you aren't fighting me or fucking me, do not touch me, do I make myself clear?" She tried to nod. "Yes, Lilly, I understand," I told her in a mocking tone so she would repeat it. She choked a little on her own blood as it drained from her nose, but she managed to repeat it. I leaned in close so only she could hear me. "Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I don't want your sloppy seconds. I would have fucked him, you know, so hard he would have forgotten you ever existed, but now that I know he belongs to a pathetic piece of garbage like you I wouldn't touch him. He's all yours." I released her and shoved her towards her boyfriend who watched on with shock. I looked around the crowd and walked away. The crowd parted, there were a few encouraging remarks as I went through and a few people praising me for taking down the queen b with so little effort, though I knew it wasn't over. Girls like her didn't just let shit go, hell I would know, I used to be her.

I decided the party was a bust at this point but I stayed, people kept bringing me drinks but I ended up dumping most of the open ones.

I did manage to notice a set of grey eyes seeming to be watching me from the other side of the crowd, but by the time I really started to pay attention they were gone.

Maybe I was crazy.