"Nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world." - Jonathan Byers

It felt like every fibre of my being was on fire. Billy's lips were still firmly attached to mine but I could feel him everywhere. Our bodies were pressed so close together that I could barely move an inch.

He breaks the kiss and I almost whimper at the loss of contact until his mouth moves to my neck, sucking gently. I arch my back, letting out an involuntary moan as he places brief kisses on the column of my throat and his hands wander from my waist to the rest of my body.

Billy leans back all of a sudden and let's go of my thighs, still putting enough weight against me that I don't fall. One of his hands tangles in my hair, while the other travels down my stomach leaving a trail of goosebumps.

His lips cover my own again and I relish in the taste of smoke and alcohol on his tongue, there's something so arousing about the bitter taste. His tongue pokes at my bottom lip and I open my mouth to allow him access.

His hand continues down it's path but before he can reach the point of no return I manage to grasp back onto some of my common sense and I grab his hand, pulling my mouth away from his.

"B-billy no, I can't. I-I'm sorry."

He stops immediately and steps back so fast that I nearly fall on my ass. The passion in his eyes closes off just as quickly and his gaze turns cold and hard. I try to reach for him again to-what? To apologise?

I don't even know. All I know is that the fog of alcohol in my mind was making it difficult to think clearly and I didn't want to do anything with Billy- someone I barely knew- and regret it later.

But Billy pushes my hands away and a cruel grin transforms his gorgeous face.

"Don't flatter yourself, princess. There's plenty of bitches in the sea," he spits.

He walks back towards the loud music without another word or a backwards glance.

I shouldn't be so surprised, I always figured he was the kind of guy who was only looking for a hook up or a one night stand. But it still hurt, he had been unnecessarily rude and all because I wasn't ready to sleep with him.

I take a deep breath to compose myself before I rejoin the intoxicated teenagers. I head straight for the kitchen to get myself another dose of whatever the hell is in that red shit, steaming in the bowl.

After I've filled another red cup to the brim, my eyes are drawn to the doorway where Billy has just entered. I scowl but he hasn't seen me yet, he's heading right for Steve and Nancy who are laughing and dancing on each other and he looks mad.

I can't help but wonder if I'm to blame for his sudden change in mood.

When he reaches them I notice that he's flanked by Tommy and some other guy on the basketball team. This doesn't look good. Of course it makes sense for Steve and Billy to be rivals, Steve used to be the king of the school after all, I'm not surprised that Billy is reaching for his former crown.

I'm too far away and the music is too loud for me to hear what they're saying but Steve takes off his black sunglasses menacingly and Nancy rolls her eyes, leaving them and heading over towards me.

I take a long gulp as she reaches me and step out of her way when she reaches for the punch to refill her own cup. After she takes a sip, she finally turns to watch me and I stare back unflinchingly.

I raise my eyebrows at her with a challenge and her face scrunches up in anger.

"Why do you hate me, Andie? We used to be best friends," she whines.

I laugh darkly. The alcohol is making me feel extra confident, which is a very bad thing at this particular moment.

"Yeah, you were my best friend until you fucked my boyfriend, you backstabbing bitch."

Her mouth gapes open and there are a few hushed 'ooohs' from people standing close enough to hear me. Before I can blink, Nancy is launching herself at me with a scream. Her actions are clumsy and alcohol induced, she's clearly had much more to drink than me.

But that isn't gonna stop me from fighting back. I push her off with little effort and bring my arm back to slap her hard in the face. She stumbles backwards from the impact and my hand stings slightly.

I growl and make as if to hit her again but a strong hand grabs my wrist before I can.

My eyes are wild as I spin to confront whoever is stopping me but I'm taken aback when I see that the hand belongs to Steve. He's watching me in horror, as if he can't believe what he just witnessed.

I look down and swallow tightly, allowing my arm to go slack so that he'll release his grip.

Vaguely I'm aware of Nancy and Steve arguing somewhere behind me and then a collective gasp from the crowd but I can't bring myself to turn around.

I just slapped Nancy.

I blink for a few more seconds and bring my hand up to rub my eyes.

Fuck, I need another drink.

I gulp down the last of the red liquid and pivot to get some more but I come face to face with Billy Hargrove's bare chest.

I grimace as my mind strays back to us making out not too long ago and I swerve past him for the punch bowl. I scoop my cup in clumsily to fill it once again but I stop as it's touching my lips and notice that Billy is still staring at me.

"Can I help you?" I mumble, my mouth still against the cups edge.

He raises an eyebrow at my full cup, "Should you really be drinking that much?"

I scoff in response.

The nerve of this guy!

"Why should you care?" I scoff, rolling my eyes and taking a long sip.

He watches my every move, "I don't care, you just don't seem like the kind of girl who can handle her liquor."

I'm about to give him a rather sarcastic remark but someone moving quickly through the crowd catches my eye. It's Steve and he doesn't look happy.

My heart aches and suddenly I'm bombarded with all of the memories that I've shared with him and been desperately trying to lock away. So ignoring Billy, I take one last drink from my cup before placing it on the kitchen bench and hurrying after my ex boyfriend.

I catch up to him just as he's about to climb into his car.

"Steve, wait!" I puff, trying to catch my breath.

He doesn't turn when he replies angrily, "Leave me alone, Nancy."

I grab his shoulder before he can escape and turn him to face me. My heart clenches, he looks really upset. But the sadness in his eyes changes to confusion when he sees me instead of Nancy standing before him.

"Are you okay?" I ask lamely, not knowing how else to comfort him.

He looks close to tears but he laughs softly, "Yeah, I'm fine Cassie. Don't worry about it."

My heart clenches at his casual use of the nickname that only he calls me. I stop him when he tries to move away again and grab his chin lightly so that he has to look at me, "Steve. It's me. You can tell me anything."

He looks torn for a second as if he isn't sure how much he can say but finally he sighs but can't seem to meet my eyes as he says,

"She told me she doesn't love me."

My punch muddled brain takes a few moments to catch up and realise that he must be refering to Nancy and I'm furious all over again. Suddenly I don't feel quite as bad about hitting her.

"She did what?" I can barely control my temper.

He nods and I watch as his face crumples. Without thinking I wrap my arms around his neck and embrace him tightly. I feel his surprise at first but he soon returns the hug and let's out a barely contained sob into my neck.

This night really was becoming a wild rollercoaster of events.

First, I was making out with the gloriously good looking new guy, then I was slapping my ex best friend and now here I was comforting my ex boyfriend.

What else could possibly be in store for me?

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