“I’ll talk to him about it, trust me.” I stood up and headed towards my closet, mainly to hide the hurt look on my face. I had texted Justin to see if he was coming tonight but the only answer I got back was a vague “maybe” which was a little strange coming from him. I was all ready so used to his sexting that I sort of expected it every time. “But now, it’s time for us to have fun, so let’s get our asses moving.”
We walked up the wooden steps of the house that Drew lived in. There were people everywhere, from the wide front lawn to the balconies that jutted out from several of the upstairs windows. The music could be heard from outside and probably at least a mile away.
‘Scream and Shout’, blasted my ears as the door swung open, and I followed Callie in who knew her way around. Let it all out was all I really wanted to do right now, although I really wasn’t planning on doing that Britney Spears style. So when Callie handed Zoey and I a shot of something, I took it immediately, throwing my head back and letting the burning liquid wash down my throat. I instantly felt a bit of calmness rush through me, so I quickly took another.
When I opened my eyes, Zoey and Callie were staring at me with a look of disbelief. “What? Aren’t we here to get a little cray cray?” They both slowly nodded their heads at me before I led the way back out of the kitchen and onto the makeshift dance floor which appeared to be the once living room.
Callie found Drew in the crowd, so she quickly darted off, leaving Zoey and I to dance by ourselves. Whatever.
Zoey looked like she was loosening up a little bit, so I grabbed onto her hand, throwing my free one into the air as I moved my hips to the music. Those two shots had quickly gone to my head, and I was feeling good. I noticed a guy come up behind Zoey, quietly asking her to dance, and she gave me a look with her eyes. I nodded, giving her a smile as I stayed surrounded in the sea of people that all seemed to be moving in a frenzied rhythm.
I felt a pair of hands land on my hips, secretly I was wishing it was Justin, but when I spun around to see Nash standing there, those soft brown eyes staring back at me with something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, I tried not to look disappointed.
“Hey,” I shouted into his ear, and he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me closer. “Dance with me? Please?” He asked in that gravelly voice of his. I nodded in response, and we danced wrapped closely, and at a slow pace, for what felt like a lifetime. Being wrapped in his arms was comforting, but it wasn’t really what I needed right now.
“I need another drink, I’ll meet up with you in a bit.” He reluctantly let go of me, dropping his hands to the side, and motioned towards an empty couch as I headed back towards the kitchen. I smiled at Zoey who was now with another guy and looked to be having fun, not ready to leave anytime soon. Which was a good thing because neither was I.
I grabbed two shots from a flirty looking guy, downing them and handing him back the empty glasses back with a smile, before I turned back and joined Nash on the couch. Before I could sit down he grabbed my hand. “Let’s take this somewhere a little quieter. I can’t even hear myself think out here.” I rolled my eyes as he led me down a hallway and pushed open a door, checking to see if it was empty first before pulling me in and locking the door behind us.
“Did you drag me in here to have your way with me?” I managed to slur out before plopping down on the unmade bed that was covered in clothes. Most of the time, I would be totally against something like that, but right then, I didn’t care.
“Exactly how much have you had to drink?” Nash asked, crouching down in front of me with a smirk.
“Who knows?” I murmured before running my fingers up his arm, touching the tattoo on his forearm. “What does this mean exactly?” I leaned forward to trace the black ink and I could hear his breath hitch at our close proximity. “Nothing lame I hope, I don’t think Chinese symbols are the in thing anymore.”
He snorted, pointing to his forearm. “Well, I did get it a few years ago. Sorry if I’m not up to date with the trends and all that shit. And I’m not sure if you’re really ready to hear what it means.”
I stared at the tribal looking sun etched into his forearm, the Chinese symbols in the center, hoping they would form some kind of conclusion in my head. But that was not going to happen. It was actually spinning a little right now.
“I think I can handle it.”
He sighed loudly and moved my finger with his hand. “All right, well this is obviously a sun. And these right here,” my finger traced the symbols lightly, “translate over to Adelaide.”
“Seriously?” I whispered as I stared at my finger, his touch on mine so delicate as he explained something that obviously had a lot meaning to him. Most tattoos did. They were permanent after all.