Blow by Kesha

We're pretty and sick, we're young and we're bored.

TW: Sexual Content

I continue on my life as normal: attend all of my classes, rehearsals for the show, work at the cafe, go to sleep, classes, rehearsals, work, sleep, classes, rehearsals, work, sleep.

Over and over. Every day feels like the last. No space for talking to Grayson. No calling with Avery, Libby, Max or Xander. No free time. No messing around. 

My friends seem to be the only people I interact with aside from teachers and customers. 

We're already into the middle of September by the time I next see Grayson. My friends had insisted on me stopping rehearsing alone in my bedroom for one day to go to a party. 

Grayson and I do the normal routine of party goers. Smile at each other across the room like I wasn't moaning his name two weeks ago, drink, dance, ignore each other. 

Whether I like or dislike this, the tension is thick. 

We reach the point in the night when most people leave and the remaining are sitting down together playing games and drunkly talking.

I'm sitting on the floor laughing at one of my friends jokes, Grayson is sitting on a bean bag manspreading in some Hawaiian shorts. 

One of Grayson's friend who sits beside me moves closer. He whispers something quietly to me, flirting and trying to satisfy his horny needs. 

I smile politely, preparing to explain I'm not interested. "I need to use the bathroom." Grayson announces loudly, standing up.

He stands still, not moving. "You just gonna do it there or..?" I joke and trail off when I notice his stare. 

"Paris," He warns "So do you." He hints and walks off. All his friends start screaming and cheering when he walks off.

I compliantly push myself off the floor and jog after him until we reach the upstairs bathroom far from everyone else. 

I walk in behind him and lock the door behind me. The second I turn around I'm being pinned against the wall with strong arms.

Grayson begins kissing my neck passionately, one hand caressing my hip and the other in my hair. 

"I missed you." He gasps between breaths. "It's only been two weeks." I scoff as I pant out of breath already. 

"You're really missable." He justifies, going back in to kiss my neck even deeper. He reaches into his pocket to get a condom so he can have sex with me but instead I surprise us both. 

I kneel down on the floor and start pulling his shorts down seductively. He looks a little stiff and uncomfortable. "P.. I don't want to do anything you aren't comfortable with." Grayson tells me. 

"I'm not uncomfortable Gray. If you're okay, I want to." I assure him. He nods, still a little hesitant. "Don't worry, yours won't be the first dick I suck." I scoff, making him look at me sceptically. 

Regardless, I pull his shorts down followed by his boxers. I can tell by the way he's acting it's his first time doing this so I get off my knees and stand to his level. 

"If you don't want to it's completely fine, we'll just stick to sex. But if you want to try it, I promise I don't bite.. well I did the first time but I swear not again." 

He looks between my eyes then suddenly seems a lot less tense looking at me. I take his hand in mine and squeeze it tight. 

Then after he gives me a little nod I get back on my knees, keeping his hand in mine. 

After my first awful attempt at dick sucking when at a club with Yoda, I received criticism that I used too much teeth. So after that night I googled how to do it right and practised on bananas. But if anyone asked that never happened because if anyone ever found out about that I'd probably have no choice but to kill myself. I hope that practice has paid off. 

I start out slow and ease him in. When I finally speed up I can see on his face he's gasping for air and clinging onto the edge of the sink, squeezing on my hand still in his. 

He lets out a few whimpers and moans. 

I bet Emily never made you whimper like a little puppy dog.

I intensify it a lot until I can see him clenching. He lets me know he's about to let go and then just as promised he does just that, in my mouth. I swallow and stand up to his level again. 

I wipe a little from the crook of my smirk as I look at him innocently. He's gasping for air and leaning his head back on the wall.

"Well Mr Hawthorne?" I tilt my head, "Holy shit." He sighs in shock. Grayson doesn't swear very often. I look down at our interlocked hands.

"Was that okay?" I ask him worriedly. He scoffs, still out of breath. He pulls his boxers and shorts back up then wraps his arms around my shoulders in a hug. 

"You're incredible Paris." He grins between breaths. He kisses my cheek gently, I grin but try to hide it. 

He heads out a little before me and I wait a minute in the bathroom. I find some mouth wash and use it. Moments later I leave the bathroom and sit back next to my friend, making eye contact immediately with Grayson. 

"How was it bro?" Tristan smacks Grayson on the back proudly. 

"How was what?" He asks innocently as if he never came in my mouth minutes before. "Come on man we all know." Another guy laughs. Grayson just gives a shrug. 

"I mean I'd love to do things with Paris too. Tie her up and fuck her so hard she begs for me to stop. I mean look at that dress.. she's asking for it dressed like a slut." One of Grayson's friends jokes drunkly. Everyone looks at him sceptically. 

I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable moments after feeling really happy. "What the fuck?" Rachel challenges angrily. "What?" He slurs as if the comment was nothing. 

I cross my arms over my chest to cover my body that I unexpectedly feel very aware of. 

I don't say anything as I remove myself from the situation, pulling my skirt down as I walk out into the cold night air. 

A small tear escapes my eye. I look pathetic out here crying because some drunk guy said he wanted to fuck me. It's just the way he said it like he wanted me to be uncomfortable. It certainly worked. 

Goosebumps lace my cold skin as I stand outside in the cold. I walk towards an unconscious guy collapsed on a hammock and pull the pack of cigarettes from his hand along with a lighter from the glass below him. 

I take a cigarette and light it as I walk back up to the porch. I breathe in the smoky air even though it burns. I haven't smoked in a while. Not since I left. The familiar feeling of blowing out the dark fog comes back to me.

I feel a hand touch my shoulder and immediately snap around to face it, wondering if it could be that guy following me out to fulfil the wishes he went into such detail on moments ago.

Instead, I'm met with the face of Grayson Hawthorne, he looks at me with something uncertain behind his gaze. A small dribble of blood falls from his lip and down his chin. Sliding down his neck over his Adams-apple. Sympathy laces his features at my slight worry from his touch. 

I turn back around and take another blow of the cigarette, not worrying too much anymore now I know he's hear. 

"You're bleeding." I comment dryly. "You're crying." He replies in the same tone, leaning over the railing like I am beside me. 

My head looks towards him and we make eye contact. His thumb strokes away the single tear from my cheek. I place my hand on his chin and trace my thumb over his swollen lip and wipe some blood off. 

"Why's your lip bleeding?" I ask more sternly now. "Don't worry about it." Grayson takes the cigarette from my fingers and butts it out. "I wasn't done with that." I tell him sourly. 

"Come on, I'm walking you home." He changes the subject and takes my hand, standing up straight and encouraging me to do so too.

"Is my skirt too short?" I sigh, not looking back at him because I know I'd probably cry if I made eye contact. 

He lets out a loud sigh and goes back to his spot next to me leaning upon the railing with our hands still interlocked.

"Paris there is nothing wrong with what you're wearing. And even if you were walking about naked that guy – or any other person for that matter – would have no right to say those things to you." He lectures.

I blink quickly and look up to the sky to stop tears from forming. "That sort of stuff happens a lot. Like when old men howler at me across the street or comment on posts. I don't like when guys say that shit to me.. I don't know- it just makes me feel uncomfortable. As stupid as it sounds it makes me feel uneasy. And it's fine if it's someone I'm cool with, like you or Xander cause I know you'd be joking. But when a total stranger says it I just don't feel like it's a joke.." I vent at a quick pace.

More tears slip out but I hold myself together. "I'm sorry you have to put up with that shit. You shouldn't have to. Nobody should. That sounds awful. That guy in there won't do any of the things he said to you, he just thought he was funny and it was a hilarious joke but it's sick to even think those words never mind say them aloud." He explains.

I stand up straight with a sigh and pull him by our interlocked hand. He pulls my close to him and I nurture my face into his neck, breathing in his cologne and feeling the blood on his lip. 

His one arm wrapped across my back protectively with the other still holding mine.

"Can we just go back to my place?" I groan into his neck, sending vibrations down his body with each word. "Yeah.. come on." He frowns and leads me out with my hand in his. 

"You gonna tell me what happened to your lip?" I ask as we walk through the house towards the front door. 

Just at the moment I say that we walk passed the room we were all once gathered in, now there is the boy once harassing me, laying on the couch with blood pouring from his nose. He looks in a much worse condition than Grayson. 

I look at Grayson with bulging eyes in shock, to which he fires me back a small smirk. 

When we get out he explains to me that he started arguing with the guy immediately when I walked out but then the guy through a punch so Grayson sorted him out by punching his nose. Grayson is never typically a fighter, more of a verbal arguer, however I know he's strong and has a lot of brawl experience with his brothers.

Grayson walks me home and spends the night. I fall asleep in his arms feeling safe, knowing nothing can get to me when Grayson is holding me.

(a/n. I'm so sorry, I've not even proof read this for spelling errors or anything cause I've got such a headache so sorry it's not as good. This chapters a little funky, idk. Just watched the third hunger games movie for the first time, it's literally so good idk why i never watched it til now. Anyway, thanks for reading hope you enjoyed.)