"What the fuck?" I cussed under my breath as I was a bit chocked at what I saw. My already drunk Isabella had her head tilted back and a bottle of vodka at her lips and by the way Olivia was smirking at her it was because of her. What is she doing!?

I quickly put the bottles of Corona on the table before grabbing the bottle from her hands, tugging it away from her mouth. "What the.." Bella shrieked as her hands were now empty but when she opened her eyes meeting my angry ones, she quickly put her lips in a straight line without finishing her sentence.

"Why? What were you thinking...? You're already fucking smashed..." I said shaking my head with disappointment coating my voice.

"I only haddd a few sips, I'm fineee." She said incredibly slurring the words while Olivia was giggling by her side. I crouched down in front of Bella putting one hand on her leg while the other was still holding the bottle. I observed the white liquid of which there was only half a bottle left. She looked beaten, as if she felt guilty that I got angry at her, but I wasn't angry at her I was furious at the bitch next to her grinning ear to ear.

"And what the fuck are you laughing about?" I raised my voice only causing Olivia to smirk malignant between Bella and I. Oh, pathetic slut I'm so on to you! "What was the Dare huh? What did you have her do?" I snapped, while digging my fingers in Bella's thigh her hand sliding over mine to comfort me, but that wasn't working, not right now.

"Oh relax, she just had to finish the bottle, there's barely anything left in it." Olivia rolled her eyes like it was nothing.

"Jesus what the fuck is wrong with you! Do you want to kill her!" Mia yelled at Olivia and I'm pretty sure she was debating whether or not to punch her in the face. That thought even crossed my mind.

"I was just teaching her a valuable lesson." Olivia snapped while getting up from the couch, flattening the wrinkles in her dress with her hands. God I can't believe I used to sleep with her, how did I not want to castrate myself after that...

"And what the fuck would that be! Stupid bitch!" I yelled, looking up at her towering over me. I quickly looked back at Bella who seemed to be too drunk to be affected by the seriousness of this discussion. If she would have finished that bottle, she could have gotten alcohol poisoning or worse.

While I observed Bella's innocent expression, I felt Olivia's arm slide over my shoulders until her face aligned with my ear. "That she has to stay away from my man." The words almost made me turn inside out and back.

"Don't fucking touch me, that's one!" I shrugged her hands of my shoulders. "And why don't you just drop dead in a corner somewhere, nobody would care, that's two. Now leave us the fuck alone! Desperate bitch!" I yelled at her and I knew it was mean, but she had it coming from the moment she decided to deliberately hurt Bella. I balled my fist trying to contain myself from hurting a girl, that's too low, even for me.

"Oh please, when you're bored with her after a few weeks, let me know! At least I know what to do in bed." She scoffed at us both, my blood boiling with anger. Bella's fingers were still caressing my hand but even her soft touch wasn't enough to cool me down.

"At least that's what you think..." I hissed, turning my back to her not giving her another glance as I heard her heels disappear in the background. The bitch was gone, finally. I sighed deeply, trying to calm myself down as Bella's eyes bore into mine. Her eyes were hooded, and she looked tired from all the alcohol she had been drinking. "Why would you do that?" I whispered at her, her eyes leaving mine as she looked down at her hand which was still covering mine. "Why would you hurt yourself like that?"

"Be-because I didn't want to show her I'm weak..." She stuttered, her eyes remaining focused on her hands.

"You're anything but weak..." I shook my head before looking back at Ben, the expression on his face dripping with guilt. "And you... You just let her?" I shrugged my shoulders with disappointment.

"I never thought she would do it man... I'm sorry." He said while putting up his hands in his defense. I know he was telling the truth but still, I thought he was smarter than that.

"And you didn't say anything either?" Mia addressed Jason who was pressing his lips into a straight line. The bastard was trying not to laugh. He clearly didn't realize how badly this could have ended.

"Come on guys, it was just a game... we didn't make her do anything, she chose to drink... What do you want me to say? I can't help it she's that stupid..." Jason lifted his hands with a smirk on his face. First, he hurts my sister, now he hurts my girl. The guy is dead! I jumped up leaving the bottle on the floor, taking long strides towards him but before I could put my hands around his neck Mia stepped in, her hands on my chest holding me back.

"Move Mia, I'm serious!" I hissed at her pushing her hands of me, knowing she wouldn't defend his ass if she knew the whole story.

"Let me deal with him Lukas, you take care of Bella, someone needs to take her home." She nodded at Bella trying to stand up from the couch, clearly wobbly on her feet, almost tripping over the bottle I left standing on the floor.

"Fine... I meant what I said earlier." I said referring to me telling Mia I for once like someone. I like her.

I walked over to Isabella before putting my arm around her waist, steadying her. "I'm taking you home." I whispered in her ear.

"Why I just got herrrrre." She whined before putting her arms around my neck as she snuggled her face against my chest. I can't really be mad at her, she's too freaking cute. "I want to dance Lukas! With you!" She looked up, pouting her bottom lip, giving me her best puppy face.

"Yeah yeah I know you do... But you can barely stand." I remark as I pull her closer to me to lift her up from the floor carrying her to the stairs, her legs lifelessly dangling underneath her while her arms strongly held on to my neck. Her lips found the ink in my neck and she vigorously started kissing it. I'm fucked. "I'm taking you home, no arguing Snowflake."

"But whyyyy." She whined again before returning to the spot in my neck, kissing it once more.

"You don't want to be stuck in a frat house while you're drunk, looking like this. I would have to commit murder for you the next day and you wouldn't be okay with me going to jail because of you." I joked as I sat her down to her feet at the top of the stairs, but she didn't let go just yet as she sucked hard at the sensitive spot in my neck that had been already tingling by her kisses. My cock was already stone hard just by carrying her so close to me, add some kisses and sucking to the mix and there's no going back. "And stop doing that please, or I won't be able to keep my hands to myself." I whispered in her ear, my lips touching her earlobe.

"Who says I want you to keep them to yourself?" She whispered back before taking my earlobe between her teeth. The wetness from her lips sending chills down my spine. Fuck. If she keeps doing that I'll fucking detonate.

"My conscious tells me, because you are incredibly drunk." I said while putting some space between us, giving my cock a break not that it helped because my thoughts were already undressing her. I can't, not when she's hammered like this. I will not take advantage of her no matter how much I want her.

After helping her downstairs, which was quit the task, and pushing a dozen of people to the side we finally were outside the house. The fresh air hit Bella like a truck as I felt her almost passing out next to me.

"Come on, hop on my back, the car is parked around the corner." I rolled my eyes playfully as she looked at me like it was something she always wanted to do. Even though she was slipping away one minute she had too much energy the next as she powerfully hopped on my back, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders.

"Hop hop pony! To our ride!" She yelled childishly; happiness unmistakably present in her tone. I shook my head at her words. There goes my ego, right out of the window...

"Don't ever call me pony again..." As soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt her head relax on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Luke." She whispered before gently kissing my cheek. There was something at the pit of my stomach I haven't felt in a long time. I was happy. I'm truly happy and it's all because of her. It was then, I realized what I had been missing these past years while hooking up with random girls, it was a connection that was deeper than physical attraction. We both understood each other, like we had known each other for years.

When we got to my car, I helped her into the passenger seat. She tried attacking me again with her little kisses and it was driving me insane. Thank god she could detain herself once I was behind the wheel because it would have taken all my willpower and concentration not to pull over. Her head was leaning against the window, her eyes focused on the numerous streetlights passing by as I was taking her to my place which it was closer to the frat house than hers.

"How are you holding up? Not feeling too sick?" I said softly while staring at her profile. She really is stunning from every angle.

"I'm fine." She smiled, looking at me with the most innocent gaze on her face until she bit her lip as her eyes traveled over the tattoos on my arm all the way to the ones on my fingers. Never had a girl looked at me like that and it was sending chills all over body as I could see the longing radiate from her eyes, heating every inch of my skin.

We arrived at my place and I quickly parked the car in front of the building. "You shouldn't have drank that much, you know. You don't have too... It's not you." I whispered trying to be gentle, trying not to insult her.

"It's more me than you think..." She sighed, clearly annoyed by my remark but also hiding something from me.

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you care if I drink or not..." She hissed, trying to avoid my question and I was taken aback by her sudden change of mood.

"Bella, I'm not trying to insult you." I said shaking my head while frowning my brows at her, where is this coming from? She was so cheerful moments ago, charging at me with happy kisses. "Believe it or not but I care about you, that's why! And it would kill me to break the news to your parents that I did a shitty job at looking after you!" I unwillingly raised my voice. But how could she not know I cared for her that much. Haven't I proven that already or do I need to try even harder?

"Oh, spare yourself the effort... My parents don't care one bit about me... All they care about is drinking all day and all night long while beating the shit out of me if I don't breathe or talk the way they want me to..." She yelled furiously, bitterness at the back of her throat as tears welled up at the corners of her eyes.

Her hand clenched around the door handle as she pushed open the door taking long strides towards the entrance of my building, obviously still wobbly on her feet. What the hell did she just say? What? Shit! FUCK!!

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