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"We're going out tonight." Miya says over the phone.

I bite my lip as I look down at my shoes.

"Um, where too ?" I ask a bit anxiously.

"A party at Leo's." She says.

I contemplated but ended up agreeing.

I got ready for the party, Miya was going to be picking me up.

I grabbed my purse and took everything that I needed before walking out of my room and heading straight down stairs.

I walked over to Tyson, who was sitting on the couches reading some sort of paper work.

He looked up at me and smiled.

"I'm going to a party tonight, Miya's picking me up." I tell him as I glance at my phone, reading the time.

"Okay. Be careful D, and if anything and I mean anything happens, you call me asap." He says seriously.

I point my finger at him and speak in a deep voice.

"Yes sir." I say jokingly.

He rolls his eyes and waves his hand at me.

"Okay, leave now." He says going back to the paper in his hand.

"Asshole." I mumble as I walk out of the kitchen.

"I heard that !" He yells.

I laugh and open the front door and then close it.

I see Miya in her car waiting for me.

I open the passenger door and slide in.

"You look fùcking gorgeous." She squeals at me.

I giggle and buckle my seatbelt in.

"Says you, Miya." I tell her.

"Your literally perfection." I say as I motion my hand over her whole body.

She laughs and shakes her head as she starts the car.

The drive to the party was a little bit longer than our usual rides, since our friend Leo lives on the much richer side of our small town.

Once we finally made it, the music could be heard from down the street, this only told me how crazy the party had to be.

Miya parked and we walked together into the party.

Crazed teens where scattered around the house, drinking, dancing or making out.

We found our group of friends, Miya and I went over to Ian and his friend.

We greeted each other and began chatting away.

*

I was already three drinks in and I was feeling tipsy.

Whatever sober part of me that was left, was definitely cursing me out for letting myself get drunk.

I seemed to be a giggling mess by halfway through my fourth drink.

I was laughing at something Ian had said and watched as he eyed the boy across from him.

"Oh shít, isn't that your man Daisy ?" Ian says pointing to someone.

I frowned at his choice of words and looked in the direction of where he was pointing.

Angel was leaning against a wall as Drake stood on his side talking to him.

Angel's eyes were cold and emotionless as usual, his eyes scanning everyone in the room.

His eyes met mine, being the drunken mess I am, I decided to stupidly wave at him and smile brightly as if we were long lost friends.

The corners of his lips twitched up slightly and he licked his lips seeming to cover it up.

He responded with a simple nod, before turning back to Drake.

"Fùck, he's hot." Ian says sipping his drink as he eyes Angel.

I burst out laughing at his words nearly dropping my drink in the process.

My laughing sobered up as I saw a particular boy,

who only had made me hate coming to parties now.

He stood in the far corner, one single light shone above him, a drink in his hand as he sipped it keeping his eyes on me.

My body shuddered at the stare and I looked away.

"I'm going to get some fresh air." I tell Ian.

He nods and walks away making his way over to his hook up for the night.

My tipsy body moved its way through the crowd of drunk teens as I found a particular quieter part of the house.

I sighed happily as a balcony came into view.

I walked out and closed my eyes, breathing in the fresh air.

The moonlight shone itself above the house brightly, as it illuminated the garden below.

The moon made me feel at peace some how.

My nerves came back as an arm snaked around my waist.

My drunken body swayed slightly, I turned around and was met with Michaels dark eyes.

I looked at him with terrified eyes and ripped his arm off of me.

He only smirked at this, stepping forward and I stepped back only to be backed up against a wall.

Fùcking walls.

He leant his whole body against mine, my cleavage pushed up against his chest and I felt him harden.

My instinct on throwing up came onto me like a damn hit to a truck.

I looked at him completely disgusted as he leaned down to my level.

"Come on Daisy, we can have some fun tonight." He says trailing his hand down the side of my dress.

"Just you and I." He whispers against my neck, placing wet kisses down it.

I cringed in disgust attempting to push him off me, but failing weakly.

"No, please." I ask him desperately as my body began to shut down, the alcohol taking over.

Suddenly my wishes had come true as his body was ripped off of mine.

He landed to the ground with a loud thud.

He groaned in pain, he held his head in his hands, and I then moved my eyes up to my saviour.

Angel stood over him, his eyes were a deep blue colour, which seemed to be telling me he was angry.

He started laying punches and punches on Michael.

His fists fought skilfully, never missing a hit and never failing to hit one back.

His face was held emotionless and cold.

His eyes held pure rage and I could now see why everyone was so scared of him.

I mean in this moment I was absolutely terrified.

All of sudden, Drake came out of no where and began to pull Angel off.

Michael was now out cold, his face a bloody mess as he laid flat on the ground.

Lycian then came and helped Drake.

I stood there frozen as Angel ripped Drake and Lycian off of him and he stood a good distance away from Michael now.

He looked down at Michaels unconscious body with complete anger and cold eyes.

He was about to lunge forward to hit him again, but I stopped him.

"Angel." I say looking at him.

His eyes then went to mine.

They never falter but the anger seemed to disappear and they were then left with just coldness.

"Daisy, are you alright ?" Lycian asks as he takes a step towards me.

I nod my head slowly, not really being able to use my words.

I moved to take a step forward but I completely lost my balance, and I giggled as arms caught me.

I look up at Angel's cold eyes.

He steadies my body and I clutch onto his arm for support.

"Wow." I say in surprise as I feel only muscle on his arm.

"I'm taking you home." He says coldly.

I look at him and frown.

"Why ?" I ask confused.

He ignores me as he places an arm around my waist, walking us out of the party.

I sway half the time and nearly stumble over my own feet.

Once we made it to what I assumed was his car, he helped me in.

After placing me in he went over to his side and did the same thing.

Without putting his seatbelt on, he began to speed out of the street.

My eyes widened at the speed and I sat back in my seat.

I turn my attention to Angel as my eyes proudly look over it.

His left arm laid on the windowsill relaxed, and the right arm was steering the car.

His muscles flexed as he turned a corner and those butterflies I was feeling earlier, came back.

His multiple rings glinted slightly under the street lights we passed.

As if feeling my eyes on him, he glances at me emotionlessly.

I smile at him and lean back in my seat, tilting my head at him.

He raises an arched eyebrow and I bite my lip.

"Your pretty." I blurt out randomly.

Definitely regretting this when I'm sober.

He glances away from me as a small smirk makes its way to his plump lips.

I sigh and stare out the window, I start playing with the ends of my dress out of boredom.

By the time I knew it, we were at my house.

Tysons car wasn't in the driveway which only meant he must of gone out.

Angel parked the car and got out, coming around to my side.

He opened the door on my side and held his hand out.

I took it and as cliche as it sounds, literal sparks went through my hand touching his.

Once I was fully out of the car I retracted my hand from his.

I swayed slightly as I walked towards my front doors.

Angel stood close to me, making sure I wouldn't fall.

I walked up the stairs heading straight towards my front door but ended up tripping on the last one.

Luckily, Angel had caught me in time as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

I looked up at him in a daze with his dark eyes.

He stood me up straight before wrapping an arm around my waist and one around my legs, lifting me up bridal style.

I squealed in surprise and he grabbed my key from my hands and opened the front door skilfully.

"Room ?" he asked.

I point to the stairs and he nods in response.

I directed him to my room as I laid my head on his chest.

He smelled amazing, it was intoxicating and addicting.

He walked in and shut the door, placing me on the bed and I tiredly tried taking off my shoes.

Failing desperately, Angel bent down and took them off for me.

I blushed deeply and once they were off I retreated my feet to the bed.

I laid down on my bed and got under the blankets as I sprawled them out over me.

Angel saw that I was now all snuggled in, he ran a hand through his brown hair and turned around starting to walk to my door.

I turn my direction towards him and smile slightly.

"Your not so bad after all." I say tiredly as I snuggle up against the blankets.

He turns around and stares his cold eyes onto mine.

I look away from his gaze, seeming to feel so little under it.

"Really ?" He says sarcastically and rolls his eyes.

I giggle and nod my head.

"Yeah, your pretty chill." I say, closing my eyes.

His deep chuckle rang through my ears like music.

I felt him come closer to me, though I didn't bother opening my eyes as I felt myself already drifting off.

His cold lips made contact with my temple and I felt my heartbeat quicken at the gesture.

He removed himself and I heard his footsteps get quieter as he reached my door.

"Goodnight Angel." I whisper out.

His footsteps stopped as he opened my bedroom door.

"Night, Moonlight." He says and closes the door.

That night, I went to sleep with a smile.