Page 5 of Ecstasy
But Alex shifts his hold on me, yanking both of my arms behind my back with one hand, threading his arm through them and pinning me to him. With his other hand, he trails his finger over my chest, toward the material of my bikini.
I stiffen, closing my eyes as everyone seems to be pressing in on me. I try to take deep breaths in through my nose, out through my mouth. Some people are still yelling and cheering, and some people probably aren’t paying attention, probably as high as I am, but if he does this…
If he does this,someoneis going to record it and I will never fucking live this down.
I don’t really mind people seeing my tits, but if my mom finds out this happened, she’ll yank me out of school and send me back to rehab and that isnothow I want to spend the rest of the year.
“If you wanna act like a fucking whore, Za, I’ll treat you like one,” Alex whispers in my ear, his words against my skin.
I try to yank out of his grip but it’s a joke. He’s a freak of nature, over six feet tall and all lean muscle andasshole.
He straightens, yelling loud enough to be heard over the music the same bullshit he called out earlier,“Whowants to see this beautiful bitchnaked?”like he’s a fucking sports broadcaster and flashing tits was his specialty back in the day.
Everyone is yelling and screaming, and I open my eyes again, staring over their heads at the high ceiling as if I might just disappear. As if this isn’t really happening. As if I could float up to the ceiling and fly out of here on the wave of music pounding through the speakers.
“Stop,”I whisper the word, hoping someone might see me say it, but mainly, I’m just saying it for my own satisfaction. That Ididsay it. I can’t get out of his grip and none of these people are going to help me because this is Alex’s house, and no one tells Alex no, but still.
At least I said it.
Here we fucking go.
But then someone comes to stand directly in front of me. And just as Alex’s fingers grab the thin material of my bikini, he says, “Alex.”
Eli. He’s looking past me, at his best friend.
I can smell him, he’s so close to me. Coconut and citrus, he smells fucking amazing. The opposite of Alex’s dark and woodsy scent. And he’s probably the only guy in here not in swimming trunks. He’s wearing black pants and a white, fitted tee instead. This close to me, his body nearly brushing mine, I can see his long, dark lashes. The lighter flecks of green in his eyes.
I swallow, feeling nervous.
Feeling like I wish I was with him right now and not Alex.
Eli is quiet.
When I’m not high as fuck, I like to be in the quiet too.
And Eli never causes a fucking scene like this.
“Oh, you wanna help me undress her, E?” Alex asks in a mocking voice, laughing loudly. I can feel his body shaking with that laughter.
He’s fucking drunk off his ass.
I hate when he gets drunk. It’s like all the worst parts of his personality come out in full force. I guess I could say the same about myself but fuck.
“Fuck. Off,”I growl, and try to pull away again, moving toward Eli, but Alex only holds me tighter.
The crowd is full of dancing, screaming idiots and someone jostles Eli. Caught off guard, he’s momentarily bumped out of my view and another guy is in front of me. Someone I’ve never seen before. Blond hair, baby face, a cup in his hand, the contents of it nearly sloshing over the sides.
He’s got a broad, toothy grin on his face, his eyes on my boobs.
“Show him your tits, Zara,” Alex says against my ear. And then he runs his hand and forearm down my chest, yanking down my bikini.
The screaming and cheering reach atrociously high levels and the guy in front of me looks like he might come in his pants right here and now, his mouth forming a comical “O” as he stares at my bare breasts.
Comical, except this isn’t fucking funny.
My heart is racing so fast it’s making my chest hurt, and my cheeks are flushed as Alex keeps holding down my fucking top, spinning me around so everyone can get a good look. And a keepsake video.
I want to go home.
