Tear (A Seaside Novel) (7 page)

“Damn, you look sexy!” Demetri’s nose went instantly into my hair as he again nipped my neck. “Please tell me you’re staying with me tonight.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not with Alec’s gaze boring into mine the way it was. Helpless, I looked at Demetri. His blonde hair was sticking up all over the place, his blue eyes alive with amusement and excitement, but slightly glazed over.

“How much have you had to drink?” I asked.

“Enough to feel good, but not so much that I can’t please you later, Babe.” His mouth sloppily met mine. I fought the urge to push him back, but every time I was in his arms I felt wanted. I hated that I liked that feeling, but Demetri could have anyone, and for some reason he wanted me. He chose me.

When he stumbled back I glanced behind him and noticed that Alec had wandered off.

“Parties aren’t really his scene,” Demetri explained grabbing my hand. “He’d rather read a book, or go to a poetry slam, or whatever gay guys do.”

My head jerked so fast I nearly fell over. “Gay?”

“Well, I have my suspicions,” Demetri admitted, pulling me onto the dance floor. “Now come on, I’ve been waiting for you all night. Let’s see those moves.”

He twirled me a few times. I laughed because I couldn’t help it. I liked it when Demetri was happy, and I had to admit I loved that girls were looking at me as if they wanted to stab me and steal my boyfriend.

Was he my boyfriend?

We danced for a while. Sweat formed at the base of my neck. I was so thirsty.

“Drinks?” Demetri nodded and grasped my hand.

He went to the punch bowl and filled our red cups to the rim. “Cheers.”

“What are we celebrating?” I leaned in so he could hear me.

He took a big gulp of his drink. “I thought you knew?”

“Knew?”

Demetri placed the cup on the counter next to us and pulled me into his arms. Usually my head only met his shoulders, but with my heels I was eye-to-eye with his chin, big improvement.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.”

And this is the part where any sane girl would look around the room for a hidden camera.

“Excuse me?” I said weakly.

“You. I want you.” His lips found mine. My world tilted as he pushed me against the counter, his tongue licking the corner of my mouth before he slowly took a step back and gazed into my eyes. His look was predatory, hungry, as he swooped down and kissed me again. His hands slid beneath the straps of my dress and tugged down towards my bra. It was so sudden I could only respond with a moan. His control was gone. Never had he been so flippant with me, so aggressive. Panicking just slightly, I tried to push him away, get him to cool off. I still wasn’t used to that type of attention and part of me still doubted what he said. After all, he looked somewhat wasted, and I could have sworn I saw him swallow some sort of pill with his beer earlier when we were dancing.

“Are you sure?” His large arms braced my body as he lifted me off the ground, his kiss sending an alarming if not, lustful thrill through my body.

“I’m sure,” he whispered, pulling away and winking.

For some reason the satisfaction that was supposed to come at a time like this was absent. Instead, I felt… kind of sick. Maybe it was because I was dehydrated. I took a sip of the red cup and nearly spit the contents onto the floor.

“What is this?”

“Rum Punch.” Demetri shrugged. “And I think a couple other things. Don’t tell me you’ve never been to a party before, Nat.”

“Fine, I won’t tell you.” I put the cup on the counter.

“What’s with the crabby attitude?” He held me against his chest and kissed my neck. “Why don’t we go outside and get some fresh air?”

I nodded. That was exactly what I needed. Fresh air. It was freakishly hot in Evan’s house. Speaking of Evan. “Have you seen Evan?”

Demetri laughed. “Um yeah, he’s currently wrapped up in Alesha’s arms. Pretty sure he’s going to swallow her lungs any time now.” He pointed to the corner where Alesha was mauling one of my best friends.

“Right.” I swallowed the panic I felt at not having anyone near me that I could really trust. I mean, how much did I really know Demetri? Enough to know that I was attracted to him despite warning bells chiming in my head every time he was near.

By the time we reached the front door, the room felt like it was spinning. Great, add a panic attack to my already awesome night.

Demetri stumbled slightly, forcing me to grab him so he could walk in a straight line. “Whoops!” He laughed and pushed open the screen door to the porch.

Evan’s house was nestled a few blocks from the beach. His parents were never home. Everyone in Seaside knew he threw these parties. It just seemed like nobody cared. Sometimes the cops came by, but even then there were always bigger fish to fry in our sleepy town. So it wasn’t ever a problem.

“Beach?” Demetri said breathlessly into my ear.

No. Absolutely not. Not with him drunk. With my luck he’d try to swim and I’d have to jump into the frigid water and save his sorry butt.

“Um, why don’t we just walk around the block? I really don’t want to be away from the party that long.”

“Okay.” He shrugged and fell into step beside me. “So, you never said yes.”

“To?”

He threw his head back and laughed, still unsteady on his feet. “Being my girlfriend. Damn, you’re adorable.”

I could have sworn I said yes, but then again, he had quickly kissed me and I’m a little fuzzy on what was being said, what with all the music and Demetri slobbering all over me.

“Why me, Demetri? You date movie stars. You date girls who look like supermodels. I guess I’m kind of confused. I mean, on top of all that, isn’t this sorta fast? I mean, we’ve known each other for like two weeks.”

Demetri stopped walking and leaned against the chain-link fence, folding his arms across his chest. “Baby, you want to see fast, I’ll show you fast. This is the slowest I’ve gone in a relationship.”

Right.

“Besides…” He pushed away from the fence and leaned down to kiss me. “I want you. I figure you’re the type of girl that needs the big gestures. I mean, you’re special. Not the type to spend the night in my bed without any sort of commitment.”

“So you want to put a label on us in order to get me into bed with you?” I asked, suddenly furious.

“No!” He started laughing all over again shaking his head. “Seriously, you have to be like the cutest girl on the planet.” He kissed my forehead. “Babe, if I wanted to be in your bed, I could have done it a week ago.”

Was he calling me easy?

“Stop glaring.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand as we continued our walk. “What I’m saying, very horribly might I add, is that I really like you. You’re different. Not like other girls. I want to do things right by you.”

I exhaled. That was better.

His smile was wide and excited as he pulled me into a side hug and kissed the side of my mouth “Do you like me too?”

“Of course I do!” I punched him playfully on the arm. “But I’m thinking you don’t have trouble with the opposite sex. I mean, I do read the gossip magazines like everyone else.”

His arm tensed on my shoulder. “You shouldn’t read that crap.”

“It’s not like I believe any of it,” I reassured him, looking into his eyes to convey the seriousness of my confession.

“Good.” His smile had vanished. “It’s just that, a lot of those gossip magazines have it all wrong about me. I mean, I’m not the man-whore they make me out to be.”

“Really?” It was my turn to be serious.

He grinned. “Nat, I’m dead serious. I’m not that bad. I mean, I’m bad, don’t get me wrong. I’m probably the worst sort of guy for you, but I’m selfish enough to ignore all the signs that say I’m wrong for you when all I want is to be with you.”

“So first, I’m different, second I’m easy, and now you’re ignoring your common sense to be with me? Wow, I actually believe you about the gossip magazines being wrong. No way do you have any sort of game, Demetri.”

“Hey!” He put my head down between his arm and body so it was stuck underneath is arm in a headlock. “I’ve got plenty of game.”

“Prove it!” My words were muffled by this shirt. He didn’t smell like Alec. He smelled like peppermint and cigarettes. Did he smoke?

“Fine.” He released me and stepped back. “Natalee.” He took both my hands in his, gone was the smile. His eyes gazed intently into mine. “You are the most unique and beautiful girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. When I’m with you, you make me want to be a better man. You make me dream of things I never thought possible. But it’s more than that — I want you. I want you so bad, that when you’re not by my side, it hurts.” He placed my hand over his heart then brought it up to his mouth to kiss it.

Dumbfounded, my mouth gaped open.

“I guess what I’m trying to say, “ he continued, “Is that my heart hurts because it never knew what it was missing until now.”

His eyes were glazed with unshed tears. Either he was the best actor in the known universe, or he was dead serious — or on drugs. Did drugs make you spout out romantic stuff like that? Mental note to look it up it when I got home.

“That was…” I gulped. “Beautiful, Demetri.”

He winked. “I meant every word.”

My heart picked up speed as he crushed his lips against mine, his hands got lost in my hair, sending shivers down to my toes.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured again across my lips.

I nodded.

“Good.” He stepped back. “Now let’s go dance.” His eyes were glazed as he tugged me into his arms and then pushed back. He was so hot and cold it was almost dizzying being with him. Did drugs do things like that to you? I mean, not that I was suspicious, but still. His mood swings were getting strange.

His hips did a seductive rock star move that I’m sure the kid’s channel would censor, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Whoa, easy, Tiger. Don’t go moving like that all over the place. You could get random strangers pregnant.”

His smile froze on his face. “That’s not funny, Nat.”

“I was kidding.” I grabbed his hand but he pulled away.

“Whatever.” He looked away and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Let’s just get back.”

What the heck did I just do? And why was he so upset? Geez! Talk about mood swings! Maybe he was just feeling the effects of all that drinking. He sure smelled like it, and I could have sworn I saw him pop something else in his mouth as we walked back toward the house. Ugh, I didn’t know, but either way I was more than thrilled to be back inside. Demetri led me to the dance floor again. The dancing was different. He wasn’t laughing anymore. Instead he was grinding against me, and to be honest, being kind of forceful about it.

“I… I need to use the bathroom!” I yelled in his ear.

He shrugged and walked toward the drinks.

Okay. Weird.

I had to crawl over at least thirty gyrating teenagers in order to find the bathroom, and when I did there were people making out in there.

Awesome.

I went to the upstairs bathroom and was relieved to find it empty.

Shutting the door, I leaned against it and exhaled. Did I really want to spend the night with him? Was his definition of spending the night and mine the same? Or was he expecting me to do things I knew I wasn’t ready for?

Confused, I splashed water on my face, took care of my business, and ran back down the stairs. We needed to talk. I had to set boundaries, even if he made fun of me for it.

Chapter Eight

I skipped down the stairs, noticing that lots of people were already passing out. According to party rumors, Evan usually rented out the nice rooms to his close friends, meaning I probably got one of the guest rooms for the night. Everyone else had to camp in his huge backyard. Other people sometimes went to the beach and slept.

That rum punch must have been strong, because the party had been only going on for about three hours.

I walked back toward the dance floor, but a hand reached out to grab mine.

“Alec!” I yelled, half because I was frightened, half because I was excited.

“Hey.” His eyes were dark, his mouth set in a grim line. “Maybe we should go.”

“Are you sick?”

“Something like that.” He looked away, a disgusted smirk spread across his face.

I nodded my head. “Okay, well… um, let me just go talk to Demetri first.”

“Nat, don’t.” He grabbed my hand again, but I jerked away from him. “Don’t worry! It will just take a second.”

Seriously. What was with these boys?

I pushed through the crowd of people to where I saw Demetri last. He wasn’t on the dance floor. Confused, I walked to the drinks. And that’s when I saw him.

Mauling a girl from the junior class. She was a known slut, on the cheerleading squad and absolutely hammered.

Demetri’s hands were underneath her shirt, and she was pushing him against the wall. Clearly, he was participating.

Rage started pumping through me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to punch her or him. How dare he say all those things to me then go scam on some cheap skank! I fought the tears that were pooling in my eyes. The music was suddenly too loud, the people obnoxious. I fought my way through the crowds, away from Demetri, away from Alec. No doubt he was trying to warn me.

“Nat, stop.” It was Alec. I’d recognize his cologne anywhere. His arms braced behind me, holding me steady as he half-lifted me into his arms and walked out the door.

He was silent as he unlocked the door to the car and gently put me in the passenger side. Once he started the car and pulled out of the driveway and headed back toward my house, he said, “You can cry now.”

So I did. Weird, because I didn’t even realize how upset I was until he gave me permission to mourn the fact that my boyfriend of five minutes had just been cheating on me in front of everyone.

I would seriously be a laughingstock at school later this week. Just another girl who had fallen for Demetri’s charms.

Alec pulled the SUV into his driveway and wordlessly got out of the car and walked to my side. He opened the door and scooped me up into his arms. Alec carried me into his house totally silent.