Chapter 3.

Averys POV

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What the hell?

Lydia tilted her head toward me and whispered into my ear 

"Someone's got their eyes on you." 

I looked around the room to see what she was talking about and then I saw him, a big muscular man leaning towards the wall with a drink in his hand. He was quite far away so I couldn't see all that well but from what I did see, he looked like a god.

 His arms were big and muscular, and they made it look like the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing was about to rip open, his chest was out as if he was on his guard, and I could see his hair flowing from the wind let in by the open doors. I gently looked away from him and walked with Lydia to the bar. 

We each got a glass of red wine, and then we stood there looking over the crowd.

The people were already wasted, dry-humping each other on the dance floor to some 80's rock music. Down by the corner, a few frat guys were doing a keg stand. In my opinion, it's really inappropriate considering this is quite a fancy party.  

I was busy scanning and quietly judging the guests when suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, it spun me around, and an unfamiliar face showed.

 "Hi there beautiful, can I have this dance?" He seemed like a nice man. He had brown eyes and a nice smile, thin lips, with a small goat beard. But there was something eery about him. Something that made the hairs on my neck raise. 

But I wasn't interested in dancing; I wanted to drink my pain away and wallow in my sorrow. Did that sound depressing? 

"No, sorry, I am not in the mood tonight." I kindly responded to his question. However, after hearing my response, the nice man I thought him to be, suddenly disappeared as his eyes got serious and his jaw tensed.

"I believe I can change your mind and your mood. One dance, sweetheart, that's all I'm asking for." I looked behind me hoping Lydia would save me from this man, but I saw her out on the dance floor making out with someone. Lydia was never the shy type.

"I'm sorry, but my answer--" I didn't get to finish my sentence as he stepped closer and was now right in front of me and roughly pulled me closer to him with his hand still firmly on my shoulder. The shock of his action left me to drop my glass of wine onto the floor and the glass shattering into pieces. We were now in sun close proximity that I could smell his alcohol-covered breath fanning my cheek.

 "Dance with me." He ordered whilst staring deep into my eyes.

I think it's safe to say that I was scared out of my mind. I had barely had two sips of that wine, so I wasn't affected by the alcohol. Yet, I just froze. Unable to think or speak. How do I get out of here? 

It was like someone else was controlling my body, making me immobile. 

I suddenly felt his hand being ripped away from my shoulder, and I saw it being bent as the man screamed in pain.

"She. Said. No," it was him. His eyes were boring into the man who had his hand on me, looking like he was about to kill him. He clenched his other fist by his side as if he were ready to throw a punch.

"I'M SORRY!" The man pleaded. This whole situation had me startled and scared. I laid my hand on the arm of the man who protected me, and upon contact, I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. 

But I shook it off as a result of what's happening.

 "Please let him go." I felt my voice crack, and he looked at me, and I believe he saw the fear in my eyes as he let go of the man's hand. The man clasped his hand and stared petrified at my protector before he hurried out of the party. 

He turns around and glares at me. I could see him clearly now as he is standing right in front of me. His eyes were a baby blue, not like Liams. No. These eyes are like a sea of diamonds glistening in the sun, and his hair was cut at the sides and the most beautiful dark blonde shade. His lips were a light pink, and his entire persona was perfect to the point where I wanted to touch him once more, only this time to see if he was real. He didn't take his eyes off me, scanning me from top to bottom and lastly locking his eyes with mine once more. 

Who is this man?

He then turned around and started to walk away. 

" Wait! Wh-whats your name?" I yelled behind him, he had just saved my night, and something about him truly intrigued me. He slowly turned around and straightened his back.  

"James. James Knight," He said with a grin on his face as he turned around and continued walking. 

I felt a chill go down my spine again. I turned back to the bar. 

"Here you go, miss, from the man over there." The bartender said and turned his eyes to James. In front of me was a new glass of red wine, but a much more expensive wine than I had originally ordered, I knew because the bartender held up the bottle that he poured it from. 

I looked at the glass and felt myself smile at his gesture. I turned my head his way and nodded. I started sipping on my wine, and  I see Lydia coming up quickly beside me. 

"I must say, the crowd is looking good tonight." she winked as she bit her lip. We both started laughing as I took another sip. 

"You see that guy in the black coat?" Lydia pointed to a tall, slim figure who was standing in the middle of the dance floor, dining with another girl. 

"He's amazing with his hands. In case you want to try." She said with a devious smile and shrugged. And again, we started laughing.

 I wasn't the one to go around with different guys like she was. I wasn't able to. I had never been. It had always only been Liam. Not that I really gave myself to him, but I was going, eventually. 

 As we stood by the bar, I could feel the dance floor moving and the sound of the music becoming weaker, the base got louder, and the laughter was bare to my hearing. I had to hold on firmly to the bar, so I was not to fall. I tried blinking several times to ease the fogginess that was replacing my vision. 

White dots were forming in front of me, and I could feel my legs folding, giving in, not being strong enough to hold me up anymore. I was feeling so tired. I could vaguely hear Lydia screaming in panic as I dropped to the floor and felt the back of my head hit the edge of the bar. But it didn't hurt. I scrunched my nose, trying to make sense of everything. 

But the darkness luring in the back of my mind seemed so welcoming, so relaxing, maybe if I closed my eyes for only a second. Yes, just a second. 

I stared up at the ceiling as I felt my eyes roll back into my head. And just like that. The alluring darkness swallowed me whole, and no voices or sounds could enter.