The songs are back in this chapter!! I've got some nice feedback on the songs in chapter 9 'You are my fire...', so I've included some more! :)

In this chapter, we have 'Please don't stop the music' by Rihanna

and 'In my head ' by Jason Derulo.

Go listen to them to set the mood! ;)

"Tonight is the night," I tell my reflection in the mirror, feeling butterflies tickling gently my stomach.

Tonight is the perfect night. Alex and I are going to 'THE party of the year', according to Judy, though she says this for almost every party! Yet tonight is apparently a big one – I don't know; I usually don't go to this kind of party, or any kind of party actually. But Judy has kept pressing me to come, so I've given in, especially because it comes just at the right timing with the decision I've made a few days ago.

My parents are away for the weekend, and I have the house to myself, thus I can go to the party without them knowing, and then, I can... Alex and I can... have our perfect night.

I think I'm ready to offer my first to Alex. I know he's had sex plenty of times before me, yet he's never pressured me into anything. He's leaving me time, kissing me expertly and sinfully without going further. That's one of the reasons why I'm ready to give him my first: I trust him. That, and because the other day, when I've looked in his penetrating eyes, I've seen lust, but also sincerity. I've felt like I've seen all of him, and something has clicked; my desire, my heart, and my brain have accorded to make this decision.

DING

The doorbell pulls me out of my contemplations. I quickly grab my purse and Alex's jacket, an obvious sign claiming proudly that I'm Alex's girlfriend, and I rush to stop the impatient dinging.

"Wow! You're hot!" Judy exclaims, looking me up and down before engulfing me in a quick hug.

"Are you sure this isn't too much?" I look down at my outfit one more time. It is the same black dress I've been staring at in the mirror, with the tight fabric hugging my silhouette until the middle of my tight, and behind, a low-cut back bordered with some laces that I've glimpsed after contorting myself many times to make sure it isn't too low.

"No! This is perfect! Girl, why don't you wear make-up and high heels every day?!" she asks, already holding her phone to take a selfie.

I shake my head, smiling before she snaps the photo. The picture only shows our smiley faces and the top of our outfits: Judy's golden crop top and the simple upper part of my dress. But the cute photo and Judy's cheery mood instills me some confidence and boldness for tonight.

***

When we arrive in front of the big house, the music is blasting from inside, echoing through the whole neighborhood, and my heart is rapidly taking the same fast rhythm. Some people are scattered between the parked cars, probably warmed up by hormones, alcohol, and other substances to not be bothered by the cold of this November night, while I can feel the shivers running down my spine.

My confidence is slowly vanishing, and when we enter the house, I immediately feel out of place. The place, the beautiful and quite luxurious house of a popular and surely wealthy junior, is crowded with people everywhere. The smell of alcohol, smoke, and sweat makes the atmosphere suffocating, and my nervousness isn't helping me to find oxygen. 

"Here, have a drink. It will help you loosen up!" Judy puts a red cup in my hand. I don't even know how she's found a drink that quickly. But the encouraging smile she offers me lets me know that I look as tense and awkward as I feel inside.

I stare skeptically at my drink. Is this orangey liquid really gonna ease my nerves? My eyes instinctively glance around, searching for the only thing that can bring me comfort. He should be there by now, as we've agreed to meet up here.

My stomach knots in a sour sensation when I spot him from afar in a group of people, in which two bitches are throwing themselves at him. Jealousy starts to burn my members as insecurity freezes my heart.

I gulp down my drink, without questioning more what it is. The strong taste of alcohol rapidly burns my throat, but it isn't enough to warm up my heart. I look beside me to ask Judy for another one, yet she has already disappeared in the crowd.

So I take a deep breath and head in the direction that will either warm, freeze or burn my heart: toward Alex.

As soon as he sees me, his dark eyes seem to light up with a special glow, and he dumps the group, pushing away one of the bitches. Joy and, I must admit, a little bit of jubilation spark in my chest, and it grows into different flames all over my body as Alex approaches me with his unique, dark, captivating gait, his eyes fixed on mine in an almost predatory way.

He stops in front of me, his piercing eyes traveling down my body and fueling the fire on my skin.

"You're stunning tonight," he rasps, his intense gaze diving into mine. "I already knew I was dating the most beautiful girl, but now, I gotta make it clear to everyone that you're mine because I don't like all those filthy eyes on you." His possessive hands confirm it as he grabs my butt, bringing me closer to him.

I bite my lip, trying to hide the heat spreading in my smile, my heart, and my core, and soon I'm melting in a nice well-known feeling when his lips claim mine in a passionate kiss.

"This is definitely my favorite part of your outfit." My eyes are still closed, dazzled by the fire of the kiss, yet I can hear Alex's smirk in his husky tone as he grips the collar of my jacket – well his jacket.

I smile, but it fades away when I open my eyes and remember we're not alone. When I'm with Alex, I tend to forget the world outside, getting engulfed in a warm coziness. However, the fall back to reality is always too cold. The sensation of being out of place comes back, creeping on my skin with the familiar uneasiness that the eyes on us are creating. The feeling settles deeper under my skin as we walk through the crowd, and I try to focus on Alex who seems so cool and unfazed, used to the attention.

I gladly take the drink Greg offers me when we join a group with the boys and other people from school. I try to remind myself that the aim of a party is to have fun, and little by little, the enthusiasm comes more naturally, talking easily with the group, while the alcohol spreading through my veins helps a lot, as well as Alex's kisses in my neck. So soon, there is no more uneasy sensation on my skin, just a giddy buzzing.

After some time – I don't know how much because the alcohol, the loud atmosphere, and Alex's touch are blurring my notion of time – Judy turns up out of nowhere, handing me a drink.

"Sooo girl, are you having fun?!" she asks loudly, while behind I catch sight of Cameron's eyes mesmerized by her petite figure.

"Yeah!" I reply honestly, my head spinning when I move closer to talk to her over the loud music.

Luckily Alex is there beside me to help me keep my balance, and also sadly to grab the cup from my hands. "I think you had enough!" He smirks, shaking his head.

"But!" I pout as he chuckles, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.

I must admit I'm a little tipsy, but I'm reassured to see Judy is worst than me, already stumbling around as she goes back to the dance floor. I laugh watching her dance and stagger carelessly. I'm clearly not as drunk as her, or at least not as confident because I haven't found the courage to dance with everyone around. Besides, the warmth of Alex's is just perfectly cozy for me.

I realize this even more when he whispers near my ear, leaving a tender kiss right under, "I gotta go. I'll be right back."

"Okay, don't be too long!" I pout.

I'm already feeling the coldness as I watch him walk away, looking down at his phone.

"So... your friend..." Cameron pops up beside me, distracting my maybe a little too clingy thoughts.

"You like her." I smirk.

He doesn't get to reply, though the light tint of red on his cheeks gives me the answer, because Judy reappears next to us.

"Lena! Come dance! This is our song!" she exclaims, moving her arms in the air as the first chords of 'Please don't stop the music' by Rihanna starts playing.

I gulp, all the nerves that have vanished in the past hours coming back in a lump in my throat. I don't like dancing; in fact, it's more dance that doesn't like me. I never know what to do with my arms, legs, and well my whole body, so I always end up stiff like a board when there are people around. I shake my head, although I know she won't let me sit out, given how many times we've sung, danced, and performed for our teddy bears on this song when we've been younger.

I look around for an escape, though I know there isn't any. Alex is still away; Cameron is hypnotized by Judy, and all the other people around are already dancing. My eyes follow the dots of multi-colored lights flashing around as if they would give me an answer, and actually they do when one blue light flashes on the cup in Cameron's hand. Alcohol appears like my salvation. It won't make me vanish magically, but a small extra dose can make my timidity fade away a little.

"Please, can you give me your drink? I need some courage!" I quickly ask Cameron as I look back to Judy who is coming to get me. It's crazy how her petite figure can be impressing sometimes.

"I can't, Alex told me–"

"Oh! Come on! I won't tell him!" I give him a pleading look.

He shakes his head no, smirking.

The alcohol already in my veins must instills me some slyness because I don't give up that easily, and I lean closer. "If you want to know more about Judy..."

He immediately stops moving his head, eyeing me hesitantly.

"Okay! But not a word to Alex!" He sighs, defeated, handing me his drink.

I gulp it down quickly as Judy is already grabbing my arm. But before I follow her, I lean closer to Cameron, putting my hand next to my mouth like I'm about to reveal him a big secret, and I say, "She's taken!" I laugh.

Disbelief and disappointment cross his eyes before he narrows them at me. "That's so mean! You go well with Alex!"

I shrug, grinning as Judy drags me away, completely oblivious of our conversation.

I might be drunker than I've thought because on the dancefloor I don't care about people's eyes on me. I'm dancing shamelessly, moving my body like I'm alone in my room.

The first notes of 'In my head' by Jason Derulo starts blasting through the speakers, and I keep dancing, getting lost in the music.

Though my senses wake up instantly when I feel two hands on my hips and a hot breath on my neck.

"You didn't wait for me?" A raspy, almost carnal, voice echoes so close to my left ear. "Don't forget that you're mine."

A shiver travels down my spine, my body recognizing who he belongs to under a trail of slow butterfly kisses in the crook of my neck.

"Maybe you can remind me..." I bite my lip on purpose, turning my head to find Alex's tenebrous gaze.

He places a possessive hand on the side of my face and embarks my lips in a breathtaking kiss.

"Mine," he murmurs on my lips as we slightly pull away, his words resonating through my whole body.

His dark gaze leaves mine to glance around, and as I follow it, I notice just now some guys who may have gotten closer to me while I've been dancing carelessly, too engulfed in the music and alcohol to see it.

I turn back to Alex and throw my arms around his neck, catching his eyes again.

"In my head, I see you all over me..." I sing in a whisper near his ear, shivering when I see a hint of goosebumps form on his skin.

This may have given me boldness, or maybe it's the alcohol, the loud beat, the intense look in Alex's eyes, or maybe a little bit of everything; anyway, I take Alex's hands and put them on my hips, swaying them in synch with the rousing rhythm.

"Just leave with me now, say the word and we'll go, I'll be your teacher, I'll show you the ropes..." he breathes out on the last lines of the song, his hands sliding down my thighs.

My stomach knots with excitation, a swarm of butterflies wilder than ever.

The atmosphere around us seems hot and charged, a mass of bodies swirling around like electrons, yet it's like there's only Alex and me. All my senses are focused on Alex, a consuming, chemical feeling spreading in my core every time his hips collide with mine in rhythm.

We keep dancing like this for several songs, everything blurry and heady, yet exhilarating.

Then, we end up on a couch – I don't even know how, and I don't care. All my attention is on Alex, his lips, his hands, his skin, his whole body, and the pull that makes me want more and more.

"How about we head home?" I suggest as I'm sucking lightly the sweet skin of his neck.

He responds with a low groan and a nod that rush fire in my veins. I get up quickly, but everything around me starts spinning faster, and I lose my balance. Alex catches me just in time, and I find back my balance point in his strong arms.

He carries me bridal style through the crowd. My head is too dizzy to protest – and I might like it too much to be in my knight in dark leather jacket's arms. So I just watch him, the dark flashing lighting and my blurry vision only accentuating the dark aura emanating from him.

Spellbound by his tenebrous gaze, I whisper near his ear, "I want you."

So what do you think of drunk Elena?! ;)

And how the night will end...? ;)

Girly-Girly talk: the pic of Elena's dress is in the header :)

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