A Black Knight & Female Dogs

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~ A Black Knight & Female Dogs ~

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I went over to Yvette's house to get ready for the party. Her place was close to Craig's, so the three of us were meeting there and going to the party together. I contemplated backing out, but I wasn't willing to face the repercussions of that choice.

"Remind me again why we have to go to this thing," Yvee said. She was holding up two shirts in front of her mirror.

"Because I'm worse than a chicken. I'm chicken shit," I muttered miserably. Yvette's reflection smirked at me. She absolutely loved the rare moments when a curse word slipped out of my mouth. "We don't have to stay for long. Maybe an hour or so."

"No." She turned and sat beside me on the bed. "You are not. You have your reasons. If anything, you're brave shit." I gave her a funny look, but she laughed and wrapped her arm around me. "I'm just upset that I have to wear sneakers when I should be wearing fluffy socks."

"You and me both," I agreed with a smile, glancing down at my beaded flats. I matched them with a borrowed pair of Yvee's jeans and a modest halter top.

"My only concern is how we're going to keep Jarod out of trouble," she said, standing back up to change into the cropped tee she chose to go with her dark skinny jeans.

Sarcastically, I asked, "What trouble could he possibly get into?"

Just then, the door was pushed open and Jarod stepped in unannounced. Yvee had her back to the door and the shirt over her head, completely unaware of his presence.

Until he started laughing. "Are those pink hearts?"

I plugged my ears as Yvette shrieked. When she got it all out, I asked him, "Couldn't you knock first?"

"I did knock!" He shouted in defense, pivoting so his back was to the room. "On the front door," he finished, dropping his head in shame.

Yvette hurried to put the crop tee on, making herself decent so she could scold him. He knew better then to come in without knocking, especially Yvette's room. He only did it once before, and she happened to be changing then too. The book she threw at his face and the tiny scar on his forehead from the corner of the book was enough of a reminder to never do it again. Her target was the wall behind him, but she had bad aim. Or good, depending on how one viewed it.

"I'm sorry! I'm just so excited about the party," he tried to reason with her. "Please don't hurt me!"

Her fuming didn't last long, since she rolled her eyes and sighed. "I said I was sorry, didn't I? I gave you one barely visible scar, that doesn't mean I'm violent."

Without taking his eyes off of Yvee, Jarod sidestepped to sit beside me on the bed. He put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me over to shield him.

I shoved him away with a laugh. "You should know by now, Jarod. She may look tough on the outside, but inside she's just like her bra. She's covered in little pink hearts." A pillow slammed into my face and dropped to the floor. I smiled as Yvee muttered to herself and finished getting ready.

My attention returned to Jarod. "Why are you so excited about a party? You should be dreading it like the rest of us."

"Because we're in our third year and we haven't ever been to a real party. It's a new experience! Even if it's a jerk throwing it, we can still have fun." He grinned, his cheeks still a shade darker from what just happened.

Yvette was right, if anyone was going to get into some trouble, it would be Jarod. My hands were going to be full watching over my best friends and keeping a check on Theo. I expected him to make my night more than the living hell it was already going to be for me.

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The bass was booming from the large two story house as the three of us approached the front door. My hands were shaking a bit and I had a nervous twitch in my right eye. I lightly massaged my brow, careful not to smudge my makeup, in hopes of ridding myself of the annoying spasms.

I couldn't bring myself to take the final step and reach for the doorknob, so Jarod patted my shoulder and opened it for me. Yvee squeezed my hand in reassurance as we all shuffled in together.

"What an experience," Yvee stated blandly with a scowl as we surveyed the sight before us. "Sweaty dancing and underage drinking," She continued. "I can't believe we've been missing out on this fun."

Her sarcasm could even be heard over the loud music. I nodded numbly, unable to speak because of the overbearing smell of pizza, alcohol, and sweat. After Jarod shut the door, the humidity made itself known and caused the air to be thicker. We pushed our way through the small crowd blocking our path to end up at a junction. To our left was the kitchen and a stack of pizza boxes. To our right was the living room turned dance floor. It was a wide open space, but the bodies made it feel claustrophobic.

I saw many familiar faces from school; the ones who passed by me smiled or waved lightly to greet me. There were three faces I hadn't seen yet, so there was at least one thing to be happy about in the situation. There was no sign of Craig, the host of the party. And the uninvited guests, Theo and Eli, remained to be seen as well.

We stood together, not sure which direction to go. I wondered if the hour would pass quickly if we stayed there. Or maybe we can sneak off to some corner and wait it out.

"So what do we do now?" I asked no one in particular. My friends were just as unsure as me.

"Drinking is always a good option!" A boy shouts to us from the kitchen. He poured two shots of what could only be hard liquor and stepped over to us, holding out one of the glasses to Yvee and the other to me. We glanced at each other and awkwardly took them since they were practically shoved in our faces.

I thanked him over the music, hoping the boy would leave afterwards. The plant a couple feet away from us looked awfully thirsty. Yvee had the same idea as she sniffed the drink and wrinkled her nose.

I recognized him as Tony. Or is it Tommy? He was one of Craig's friends. He wasn't quite the jerk Craig was, but he wasn't on my good side either. He was harmless in comparison though, so he probably did just want us to feel welcome. That's what his kind smile told me as he waited expectantly for us to drink the gracious offering.

Yvette opened her mouth to tell him off, which would most likely be in a vulgar way, but she paused when something caught her attention.

The shot glass was taken from my hand in one smooth motion. My eyes followed it's path as the liquid sloshed around the edges without spilling over. It stopped at Theo's lips. I met his eyes as he tilted his head back and swallowed the liquor, his hooded gaze unflinching and unwavering on me as he did so. He gave no indication of being fazed by the burn that surely trailed down his throat.

Desperate to hide how flustered I suddenly felt and calm my racing heart, I shifted my focus to Tony-Tommy. He was already walking towards the dance floor with a girl on his arm. Jarod took Yvee's glass in an attempt to copy Theo, but he failed miserably by choking on just a sip of it. Yvette grabbed it from him and dumped the rest in the planter. The glass was dropped into the soil soon after when she didn't want to bother with finding a place to set it.

I heard a chuckle behind me and turned back to Theo after schooling my features. Any redness on my face could be explained by the temperature in the house. He was staring at me with his arms crossed, while Eli was still expressing his amusement behind him as he watched everything play out.

"You aren't here for five minutes, and you're already getting in over your head," Theo observed.

"Actually, no. I'm not. I had it covered," I defended, crossing my arms to match his stance.

"Of course you did," his smug smile said otherwise. He looked at Jarod, who was complaining about the fire that burned his esophagus. "Your first time with liquor?"

Jarod nodded and roughly asked, "That obvious?"

Theo smirked and stepped around me, nudging my shoulder harshly enough to make me stumble. He put his arm around my friend and started ushering him towards the kitchen. "Let's get you something that will go down more smoothly."

I reached out to stop him from dragging Jarod away, but Eli rested a hand on my forearm. "Don't worry. We'll keep him out of trouble."

I wasn't sure if I should trust him, but Jarod was smiling and appeared to be enjoying himself. More so than he would being a wallflower with me and Yvette. Eli walked towards the other boys, nodding to Yvee with a smile as he passed her. She and I watched them for a minute with the same worried expression before the crowd swallowed them up.

"Our little bird is spreading his wings," Yvee commented with frown. "Did we just feed him to the vultures?"

"No, just two playful cats," I replied dryly. "And if they misbehave, we'll send in the dogs."

"Who are the dogs in this metaphor?"

I shrugged. "Us, of course. No one messes with you or Jarod."

"Two times in one night. That's a new record," Yvette noted.

I turned my head to her. "What?"

She grinned widely. "You just inadvertently implied that we're bitches. That's your second time cursing tonight."

I scoffed at her. "There was no implication, intentional or otherwise. We're the dogs in the metaphor, and we just happen to be female." With a smile, I added, "And it's not a curse word if it's said in a literal sense."

She laughed, but didn't disagree. "So it's interesting that the bad boy stepped in as your Black Knight." She saw the confusion written all over my face and explained, "He drank the shot so you didn't have to do it."

"That doesn't mean anything. Jarod did the same for you," I pointed out.

"Yes, and he choked." She snorted, "Literally. And he didn't stare at me like he couldn't decide if he wanted to kill me or kiss me."

I caught a glimpse of him as her words sunk in, but I shook my head. She couldn't have been more wrong. I was about to tell her so, but two girls chose that moment to flank us and start a conversation.

They spoke animatedly, surprised to see us at a party. The girl with the red plastic cup in her hand said something about everyone knowing Yvee to be the hater of all things social regarding high school. She also mentioned I was too much of a good girl to be at a party. I took it as a compliment, even though it was meant to be an insult masked as a compliment. A good girl wouldn't necessarily be thinking of the name I wanted to call the giggling girl in front of me. Woof. Woof.

When they left, it was a constant flow of boys asking us to dance, girls gossiping with us, and the occasional person asking us to hold their drink. We reached the point where we had enough of it and made our way to the kitchen.

The three of them were standing together, leaning against the counter with dark bottles in hand. Jarod said something funny, causing the other two to laugh. They all looked at us when we broke through the wall of people surrounding the refreshments.

"Leaving already?" Theo assumed, raising a brow along with his bottle to take a long swig as he waited for my reply.

"Why would we leave so soon when we're having fun?" I smiled, Yvee and I joining the side Jarod was on, which was the farthest from Theo. I eyed the bottles with concern.

"You? Having fun? At a party, no less," he played along to mock me. "How much fun are you having, Abby?"

"Tons." I ground my teeth, sending him a look of warning.

"Prove it," he grinned, issuing a challenge.

"How?" I began to ask.

"Who's ready to play Seven Minutes?!" A voice that I knew belonged to Craig asked above the music in the other room.

"Isn't that game a bit juvenile?" Yves questioned.

"It's the only shot most guys get to making out with a hot girl. Or any girl, for that matter." Eli countered, "It's not juvenile, just pathetic."

"Don't do it, Abby." Theo said, watching me weigh the decision in my mind. "You don't have to prove anything to me."

The others stopped talking and focused on me. He was wrong. I had everything to prove. To myself. I could do something for myself and not worry about the consequences of it. And while it wasn't the best risk to take, maybe I would enjoy it. I deserved to have a little fun for once.

"Anyone want to join me?" I asked, already on my way into the stream of people going through the door and down the stairs to the basement.

Yvee wound her arm through mine and muttered, "This sudden path of self-destruction worries me, but I won't let you go alone."

We sat down in the circle together. Jarod appeared on my other side, shaking his head at me. He didn't approve either, but he was doing it for me too. What did I just drag my friends into? I wondered as I gazed at the bottle in the center and the circle of people around it. Theo and Eli caught my eye as they sat across from us. One of them glaring hard at me, and the other uneasily glancing between us. Then I saw Craig move to the middle of the circle to explain the rules, throwing me a wink when he noticed me. And what did I get myself into?

"Abby Hensley," Craig's voice cut through my thoughts. "Would you like the honor of going first?"

I swallowed. What was I thinking? This wasn't for myself. It couldn't be when he was pulling the strings. He's not though, I reasoned. It was all chance. The odds of the bottle landing on Craig were slim. As long as it isn't him...

I stood up and the noise died as everyone witnessed me stepping up to the bottle confidently. I squatted down to spin it.

That brought me to eye level with Theo.

Alright, I wasn't thinking.

The hypnotic sound of the spinning glass was the only sound in the room. When the noise ebbed away, we both looked to the bottle as it came to a stop.

It pointed directly at Elias.

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Eli: Plot twist!

Author: It felt so good to end it on a cliffhanger. *laughs maniacally*

Theo: You're sadistic...

Author: Maybe a little...

Abby: Woof. Woof.

Author: I am not! You take that back!

Yvette: Woof.

Theo: Meow.

Eli: *hisses with a claw motion*

Jarod: Tweet, tweet. Or is it chirp, chirp?

Author: *shakes a treat bag full of coconut macarenas with a smirk*

Wesley Black: I'm confused. Am I not in this chapter? The title could be very misleading for the Sweeties who have read S&S.

Author: *shouts as she's being mauled for the cookies* Go back to your book! *screams* After you save me!

Wesley Black: *sighs and mutters* Not even a proper cameo and I have to do this... *takes off glasses and lab coat, then runs into the fray*

All of you at that shocking ending. Hehe, I hope:

To Abby:

Meow:

A/N: I had to include Wesley somehow with Black being in the title. XD

Now a few of you may not be ecstatic about some of the events in this chapter. Without giving anything away, I can only tell you that certain things are not what they seem. Or you may think certain (very cliche) things might happen next, but let me tell you that...*singsong* You're wrong~. Come on! You know me by now! So if you think because of this chapter that it's turning into a typical "bad boy" story and want to stop reading, please don't. I promise it will be worth it.

¤*°Have a Pop Rockin' day°*¤

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