Chapter 17

Just a touch of your love is enough to knock me off my feet all week,

Just a touch of your lo-ve,

Just a touch of your lo-ve.

Just a touch of your love is enough to take control of my whole body,

Just a touch of your lo-ve,

Just a touch of your lo-ve.

I was humming along with the song while taking a sip of my shot. Here I was, sitting in the kitchen of Ryder's house, wasting myself while everyone else was partying outside. I didn't feel like partying.

That Kemma bitch, I saw her dancing with Cole, before coming here. I guess Cole was going to get laid with her tonight. That is seriously disgusting.

Sighing, I decided to go to the washroom, to check my make up of course. And I don't care if Cole thinks I don't look good. I am beautiful just the way I am.

Stumbling and walking past horny girls and boys, I was searching for Sam so that we could go to the washroom together. And it's not like I can't go to the washroom alone.

It's just that I have heard that out of all the rooms in a house, ghosts prefer to stay in the washroom.

If you didn't know, I have this crazy fear of ghosts, demons, and things like that. Everyone is scared of them, but my fear takes me to a whole new level.

I remember watching insidious with James, two months ago. And that damn film scared the shit out of me. James forced me to watch it with him, and I couldn't deny. But I regretted watching that film. I couldn't sleep in my bedroom alone for three days. And I was even scared to go to the washroom alone. I used to sleep with the lights on. I even had a feeling as if someone was watching me all the time. But, after a few days (a week) I slowly became normal.

But I still don't want to go to the washroom alone. There might be a possibility that you're staring at yourself at the bathroom mirror and all of a sudden, you see a demon standing behind you, smiling at you wickedly. Just the thought of it sends a chill down my spine.

I pushed the people out of the way, as I made my way to the living room, to find Sam.

I walked past Kemma and Cole, who were sitting on the couch with the rest of the boys and Jessica but Sam and Chase were nowhere to be seen. Cole simply glances at me before turning back to Brody, talking to him. Beside him, was Kemma, who was trying her best to get Cole's attention, but he didn't give any. I even noticed, Kemma putting her hand on Cole's biceps, trying to seduce him. God, this is so unbearable.

Cole did not even try to apologize to me. Someone has an ego problem.

I turned away from the couch, still looking for Sam. But couldn't find her. I guess I'll have to go to the washroom alone.

Walking towards the washroom, a boy who is in my Chemistry class bumped into me. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Wait, he was the boy who was laughing at me when I told the teacher that I and Jessica had girl problems. This Jerk was a good-looking one.

He smirked at me and said," May I have this dance with you?"

I turned back to see that everyone on the couch was doing their own business. I guess one dance will do no harm.

"Sure," I said, placing my hand on his, as he led me to the dance floor.

We danced for a bit, I could feel someone's eyes boring into my head but I couldn't care less. The boy dancing with me was Connor. In up to no time, both of us started grinding with each other. I guess I was getting laid tonight.

When the song stopped, Connor was looking at me, his eyes on my lips, as he subconsciously licked his own lips. His face was dangerously near mine, just an inch away, and then I felt his lips on mine. He was kissing me slowly, and I returned the kiss with the same speed. I shouldn't hurry up, or else he would think that I am very desperate. Which I clearly wasn't.

But the kiss didn't go any further as someone forcefully grabbed my arm and pulled me back. And that someone was Cole himself. He gave me a death glare.

"Can't you see dude, we were busy." Connor slurred out, he was also very drunk. But hearing these words only irked Cole more, as he punched Connor square on the jaw. And Connor passed out and fell on the floor.

"Hey, what's going on?" Brody asked, confused as he stared down at Connor's body, who looked dead. I don't even know if he was alive or not.

"Oh nothing, Cole just killed Connor," I said.

Both Cole and Brody looked at me as if I had grown a second head. Which I hadn't.

Brody cleared his throat and asked,

" Are you drunk Xandra?"

I let out a giggle and shook my head, giving him a no.

"I guess she is," Brody stated, looking at Cole who by the way was still giving me a death glare.

What was his problem? Jerk, he didn't even let me get laid tonight.

Suddenly I remembered that I had to go to the washroom. With Sam.

"Have you guys seen Sam?" I asked both of them.

"No," Cole said, in a very harsh voice. What have I done wrong to him?

"No, why?" Brody asked in a polite way, unlike Cole.

"I have to go to the washroom," I stated, feeling very sleepy. I shouldn't have drunk that much.

"I'll show you where the washroom is," Brody said, starting to walk, Cole beside him.

"No! I need to go there with her. I won't go alone in there." I said, stubbornly.

"And why can't you go alone in there?" Brody asked, eying me suspiciously. Maybe he thinks that I am a lesbian.

"Look, if you think that I am a lesbian, then let me tell you one thing, I am as straight as a pole," I said.

"Then why don't you want to go to the washroom alone? Do you want me to give you a company there?" Cole asked, with a smirk plastered on his face. Looks like he was back to his normal Cocky self.

"I can't go alone there because there is a ghost in there."I blurt out.

And hearing this, both of them started laughing their ass off. What the hell was so funny?

"And why do you think there is a ghost there?" Brody asked after he calmed down a bit. But Cole was still laughing. I wanted to punch him so bad right now.

"I don't think there is a ghost there, I know there is a ghost there," I stated.

"Hey Connor, wake up buddy. We were doing something and we need to complete it." I said, as I kneeled down to Connor's level, and started shaking him. But he didn't budge. I even heard soft snores from him. How could he sleep?

Cole stopped laughing, and he pulled me up by grabbing my arm and he literally dragged me to the washroom. Bipolar much?

"Here's the washroom." He stated I could detect anger from his tone.

"But I don't want to go alone to the washroom. " I whined, pouting my lips and giving him the best puppy doe eyes I could muster.

He closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, as if he wanted to calm down and then opened his eyes again.

"Do you want me to come with you?" He asked, in a softer tone.

"Okay!" I said, happily.

He looked at me as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Won't you feel awkward, with me standing in the washroom and you doing the do?" He asked as if he was talking to five years old.

"What do the do? Oh! I get it. You're a pervert, Cole! I just want to give a light touch up to my make up." I exclaimed loudly, causing many to turn their heads at our direction.

Cole just rolled his eyes, gently taking my arm and opening the door to the washroom. And closing it after we got inside.

I did check my make up, cleaning some smeared lipstick and just stared at myself at the mirror.

"I'm so pretty," I said, sighing and still staring at myself.

Cole snorted hearing this.

"What is your problem?" I snapped at Cole. He is such a Jerk.

"Just because you think I don't look sexy doesn't mean I am not sexy. I know I am beautiful. I never asked your thoughts. You're so ignorant, really. There are so many boys out there who would kill to hang out with me, be my neighbor or even stay in the same room as me. You are given all the facilities yet you're so ungrateful. So ungrateful." I finished my speech, only to find that Cole was very unaffected my speech. He just looked amused.

All of a sudden, I heard No tears left to cry by Ariana Grande playing somewhere in the washroom.

"Is that your ringtone? It's my favorite song too. I just love Ariana." I said, humming along with the song.

"Actually it's your ringtone, blasting from your phone. And it clearly isn't the kind of song which I'd consider my favorite." Cole stated, pointing at my phone which was on the counter.

"Yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Oh look! It's my mom calling." I said as I tried to remember what my mom told me today. But I couldn't. What did she tell me today? I think I'm suffering from memory loss lately.

Cole rolled his eyes again, as he snatched my phone from my hand and picked up the call.

"Hey, lily...Yeah...she's with me...Yeah, we are enjoying...oh?...sure, I'll drop her." Cole hung up the phone and looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a smirk on his face.

"Guess I'm dropping you home tonight." He said, still smirking.

"No shit sherlock. Of course, you are, idiot. Weren't you the one to bring me here in the first place." I said, rolling my eyes at him.

"Just imagine, you and me alone in my car, no Blake, no Chase, no Brody. Just the bad boy with his bad girl." He said, trying to make me imagine.

My eyes welled up hearing his words. He was so mean and not to mention a sexist too.

"What, why are you crying?" Cole asked, panicking as I wiped a traitorous tear away.

"You called me a bad girl, I am not bad, I'm a good girl. And you're such a sexist, just because I'm a girl doesn't mean you can claim me. I am a girl, not an object. Wait till I tell my dad about this." I said, furiously pointing a finger at his chest.

Cole had simply shaken his head, looked at me in amusement.

"Okay, Okay. You're not a bad girl and you're not an object either." He said, looking at me with...what? Adoration.

"Yeah. Now let's go home." I said feeling sleepy again.

"Yeah. And one more thing Xandra." Cole said, "I'm sorry about what happened earlier. You looked very amazing in that dress." He confessed honestly.

"I know," I said, smiling at him.

He rolled his eyes at me but didn't say anything. We were walking towards the exit In silence, which lasted only for two minutes or something before I tripped over absolutely nothing but Cole had saved me from the utter embarrassment. He was my hero of the night. Though I will always remember what he told me tonight. You don't get to hear Cole complementing you very often. It was something rare. Something special.

Tippy tap on the little star on the screen to make my day☆