Chapter 35: Wasted

ALLYSA'S POV

“What are you doing to me?” I whispered as his lips lingered on mine, brushing lightly at first before deepening the kiss. After a while, the applauses ended and Lucas led my wobbly legs off the stage.

“We're going home right now. Just wait right here.” He said, walking over to the bar stand to pick his phone I hadn't realized he'd left it with a bar tender to record the whole event.

I took a swig at my drink again, relishing the taste. What exactly is wrong with me? Was I jealous of his mysterious texts and all? He walked back towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I'm not ready, can you just let go of me? I__ I wanna party.” I slurred, my eyes half opened and half closed.

“You're wasted, really really wasted.” He said loudly, bundling me up in his hands and whisking me out of the hall as I grasped, hitting his back.

“Let go of me this instant! Let me go!” I screamed as some guys stared at us in the parking lot, laughing. “Hey man, you've got a handful.”