Crazy On You (Riley)

[Layla Harlow]

Sneaking alcohol was one thing, trying to get into a club to drink alcohol was another. Luckily, Layla was smart and got into her parents' wine cooler and drank enough to get buzzed (which didn't take much since she was sort of a light-weight) and then put it back all nice and neat so that when her parents came home for dinner - they wouldn't be surprised that she was gone - they wouldn't catch onto the fact that they were a little shorter on wine than they thought. She was glad they paid no attention to her. The freedom was just lovely.

It was only about ten at night, not really the heat of the night to say the least, but it was before all of the reeeally drunk people showed up and created scenes. Lay really hated seeing people get into fights over some stupid shit. And when you were drunk, it just got that much more ridiculous. Her buzz was enough to cause her to be fun and wild, but not dumb about her actions or anymore tolerant of the people that were acting dumb. She came to the club to dance with random people for one night that she would never see again. It made life interesting.

As she passed by the bouncer, giving him an innocent smile as he marked her hands with X's, she looked into the club and instantly felt the thrill. The music was pumping and the lights flashing. She just couldn't get enough. Layla didn't exactly look like the rest of the girls in the club because, well, she didn't really like dresses and that was what most of them were wearing. Instead, she wore a pair of super skinny jeans with neon paint splatters up the legs and a glow in the dark batman shirt. Geeky at its finest, but that didn't make her any less attractive. She instantly hit the dance floor and threw her hands in the air as she started dancing.

Accidentally she went a little too wild with her movements and smacked someone in the face. Layla turned to apologize, but it was cut off when she saw who it was. "Shit, I'm so sor-...Riley?"

[Riley Coleson]

As much as Riley didn't like crowds or people in general, the whiskey bottle he had stolen from his mother - and been drinking from really helped his mood. He wasn't the type to get angry or slutty while drinking - he became charming. Well, what can be considered charming while thinking of Riley. In all honesty, he was just plain weird while buzzed. Happy weird, but weird nonetheless.

The buzz even got him out on the dance floor. He was dancing his heart out, not that he was especially good or anything. It looked more like an awkward chicken flapping its wings all over the place while moving in all sorts of directions. Yeah, it was pretty lame.

And then out of the blue he was smacked in the face. With slow movements he turned his head towards the culprit and tried standing up straight. Black, skinny jeans and a batman shirt. It didn't take him too long to realize who it was. After all, who else would dress like that. His eyes finally moved from her body to her face. ''Oh, you.'', was all he managed to say before he felt the pain sting his face. ''Oh, God damnit! What the fuck are you eating, girl? Bricks?'' His hand went to his face and he rubbed his cheek where she had smacked him. It was already beginning to grow red. ''You sure you're not a meta human with super strength or something? Because holy fuck, this hurts.''

[Layla Harlow]

His response made her feel more justified in smacking him. Seriously who greeted people like that? Then again, who greeted people with a smack to the face? Either way, if he was going to be a butthead like the first time she met him, she wasn't going to feel sorry for slapping him no matter how unintentional it had been to start out with. She was claiming that it was unintentional, but if she had to justify it better, she'd say it was for being a jerk upon first meeting. Because he couldn't argue with that, and she could always get the shop-keeper involved.

He spazzed out just then, acting like she hit him with a baseball bat. Sure it was a bitttt harder than she originally thought, but seriously he was being a total wimp. "Oh suck it up buttercup. It's barely even pink," She said loud enough over the music, her body still swaying with the music. She gave him a once-over, still just as attractive as she remembered, but she didn't remember thinking those types of thoughts when she had first met him. It was kind of weird.

But it was all the alcohol's fault. Yup, alcohol made unappealing people more appealing. Right? She scrunched up her nose, "Does the baby need some ice?" She asked in a mocking, motherly tone. She was a bitch, it happened. Layla grabbed his hand and started leading him towards the bar to do just that. The closer they got to actual lighting, the more she realized it was pretty red and it almost looked like a hand print. Oops. She stepped up to the bartender and asked him for some ice. Not long after he set a glass full of ice and she placed it in a napkin and pressed it gently against his cheek. "Better?"

Who woulda thought that drinking would bring out her doting side?

[Riley Coleson]

Even Riley had to agree that the first impression he had given her was more than awful. He had been a wreck that day, but in the end it had ended up being okay. She was a nice girl and all, at least as long as he managed to keep his mouth shut. As if. And really, he didn't blame her for smacking him. He was surprised she hadn't earlier, even if she had smacking him as an accident.

He lowered his hand and scowled at her. ''You try getting smacked by those man hands of yours and we'll see how happy you'd be.'' But seeing as he couldn't really blame her since it had been an accident and all, he shook his head and sighed. He didn't like the way her personality was drawing him in. He had been trying to resist it ever since he first met her, but the way she talked back to him was just enthralling. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, and he couldn't keep his mind from wandering. Though, that was probably the alcohol talking.

Before he even got to answer, Layla dragged him towards the bar and asked for some ice. Riley tumbled up on a chair and watched as she put the ice cubes into the napkin and lifted it towards his face. It stung a little, but he forced himself not to make a face. He didn't want to seem more like a pussy than what he already did. As she pressed the napkin against his face, he lifted his eyes to meet hers. ''Yeah.. Thanks.'', he stuttered and smirked. He put his hand over hers, the one she was holding the ice in. The touch sent shivers through his body and he bit his lower lip. ''I, eh... I got it from here.'' He should never have had that much whiskey. He wasn't thinking clearly. And man, she was smelling really nice...

[Layla Harlow]

"Oh stop being such a pussy. Jeez I can see your cooca from here," Yeah she had a strange vocabulary, but he had to understand what she was getting at. He was lucky she even liked him enough she hadn't hit him again on the other side to make it even. The thought had crossed through her mind though. It would have been kinda funny and who knows, maybe it would have made her feel better. But no, she had to be a good person and actually help his sorry ass.

Layla saw him tense when she put the ice against his face, but she cut him a break and stayed quiet, resisting the urge to make a snide comment. It was fun bickering with him because most people just bowed out to avoid confrontation. Lay wasn't like that though because she only bickered for the hell of it, if it came to confrontation she'd apologize and hope that the person realized it was a part of her snide and snarky personality. Something she couldn't very well help.

She met eyes with him and had to look away as he smirked. Those thoughts had definitely not been there the first time she met him. But they seemed to be getting worse with time, especially when he gave her that sexy little smirk. His hand covered hers and she had to take a moment before she could just nod and pull her hand away. Layla bit her lip and ordered a coke as well when the bartender came back around to their side of the bar.

"So, you didn't exactly strike me as a clubbing type," She said with a smile.

[Riley Coleson]

Riley let out a small chuckle at her comment and shook his head. ''You're weird.'' In Rileys eyes weird was good, because weird meant being outside of the box. He had enough with people trying to live up to people's standards and following what was 'mainstream' like a herd of fucking sheep. Layla didn't seem to be one of those kind of people, which was good.

He noticed how she looked away when their eyes met, which only widened his smirk even more. She ordered herself a coke and he chuckled. He leant his elbow against the bar to support his hand while he rested his cheek against the ice. ''Yeah, I don't strike myself as the clubbing type either.'', he replied and removed the napkin. ''But hey, couldn't miss the chance of getting hit.'' Placing the ice on the table he peeked up again to get a better look at her.

Jumping down from the chair and doing a spin so he faced her, he reached out his hand towards her. ''Come on, we didn't come here to just sit around and drink tea, now did we?'' The smirk had returned to his lips and he cocked his head slightly to the side, scanning her from top to toe. ''Let's get those hips of yours moving.''

[Layla Harlow]

Layla laughed and rolled her eyes, "Gee thanks, way to compliment a girl." Not that she really thought he wanted to compliment her, but hey a girl could hope. Wait, why would she hope for that? He was a total freak. Then again, she liked to know there were people out there just as fucked up in the mind as she was. And she liked to think that maybe she could get through that fucked up mind and find something great. All he needed was someone to try right?

She turned her attention back to him as he took a drink, if not to show that she was unaffected by his adorably hot smirk that just wouldn't go away. Granted that was total bull shit, but hey, she had high hopes. "Oh I'm sure that's exactly what you came here for. But maybe not in the way that it happened," Her freakish little mind thought of another situation of him getting hit and it wasn't for flirting with the wrong guy's girlfriend. Lay looked away again to people watch, and give herself a break because she really had to stop thinking about stuff happening. Damn this wine!

Before she knew it, he was hopping up off the barstool and he offered her his hand. She raised an eyebrow at him, but willingly took his hand. Hello, she wasn't stupid! "I have a strange feeling that you're going to make me embarrassed to know you," She said with a laugh and shook her head. This was bound to be interesting.

[Riley Coleson]

It wasn't like he wanted to know it was meant as a complient anyways, so it didn't matter really, what she said. Besides, the less she noticed about him and what he was thinking, the better off he was. It just meant he could have even more fun teasing her and throwing hidden compliments all over the place.

Ignoring her comment and hesitation, when she finally grabbed his hand, he pulled her out on the dance floor as the music changed into 'Crazy in Love', and lead her into the massive crowd of dancing people. Placing both of his hands on her hips he peeked at her with a devilish smirk. Moving to the rythm of a song he knew this well wasn't as hard as when he danced earlier. And he even knew the song by heart. Riley suddenly pulled Layla closer, and as he followed the lyrics to the song in his mind, he whispered into her ear, his hand sneaking up her back to pull her body tight against his. ''Cuz when I look at you, I can see an angel in your eyes. But if I look deeper inside I see your freakish little side. Like a devil in disguise, you're always full of surprises, always pullin' devices.'' With his body pressed up against hers and his lips almost touching her ear, he pulled her away again and chuckled. Even if it was all because of the alcohol, it didn't mean he didn't enjoy it. Because he did. He really enjoyed teasing her.

Riley could feel the alcohol in his blood and it was controlling him. Dulling his senses and his ability to control himself. He turned her around still moving to the rythm of the song and wrapped his arms around her waist and once again pulling her close. With her back against him, he chuckled once more. ''If you were half as smart as you think you are, you would'a bailed when you still had the chance.''

[Layla Harlow]

Why had she agreed to this? How was she supposed to handle being so incredibly close to him without absolutely freaking out. She just hoped this didn't turn into a repeat of her freshman year when she got quite the reputation. She wasn't as drunk now as she had been then, but still the very thought of alcohol in her system and hanging out with a boy, well it had some distilled fear in her. Hell, she barely knew this guy.

Layla tried not to freak herself out. She wasn't the same girl as she had been back then. She was better in control of herself and she didn't get pushed around so easily anymore. If he was going to pull anything, she'd make damn well sure to put up a fight. But, she couldn't know that he was even that kind of person. Her mind was just going nuts for no reason and she really wanted to shut it up. The song that came on caused her to smile. Eminem was a bad ass, everyone knew it and if anyone tried to say he sucked, well they probably liked Bieber or some shit. The lyrics flowed through her mind as she danced with him, very much aware of his hands on her hips.

Her eyes locked with his as he recited the lyrics word for word and she had to admit it was probably the hottest thing she had ever encountered. The funniest part was that he had no idea just how true those lyrics were when it came to her. She wasn't sure if she could reciprocate the heat seeing as how she had tried staying away from that sort of thing for a while. Again, she realized her mind was getting in the way. He turned her around and she reached behind her and folded her arms around his neck, moving her hips in time with his. With a laugh, she looked up at him, "I'm plenty smart. Smart enough to know I can handle whatever you throw at me."

[Riley Coleson]

At the rate things were going, Riley didn't know how much longer he could keep himself at bay and keep the last sense of control he had. He could feel the whiskey clog up his mind, and he knew he had been drinking a little too much for this to end well. Whatever you throw at me. This line repeated itself in his mind over and over again. No. He didn't want this. He didn't care about this chick. It was just the alcohol messing with his mind. Right? He needed to get out of this situation before they both ended up doing something they'd regret.

He pulled back and moved a few steps away from her. He stood there staring at her for a few more seconds, his face looking slightly confused and puzzled. ''I need something to drink.'', he said before rushing past her and towards the bar. God, this was so annoying. Why was he feeling this way? And why did it have to be her. That freaky little girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut. Yeah, he wasn't any better, he knew that. But that didn't mean she had to open her mouth and ruin everything. He didn't want to be that guy. He didn't need her. He didn't need anyone.

His head was spinning. He didn't feel sick or anything, just...different. Maybe it was just the alcohol messing with him. He sighed and rubbed his temples. He should never have come here. She should never have come here. God... What was happening to him?

[Layla Harlow]

Layla wasn't interested. Not in him or anyone else for that matter. Relationships were messy, and so were flings, that was part of the reason she sort of kept to herself and just flirted at most. No one was going to make her that girl again. No one was going to make her feel something she shouldn't.

Yeah, whatever helped them sleep at night.

He stepped away and she had to mentally scold herself to keep from showing how much it hurt when he just pushed past her. What was it with him and doing that? Oh well, there were plenty of other guys right? Right. Fish in the sea and all that. He could drink all he wanted, but she was buzzed enough to have fun and that was what she was going to do. It didn't matter who she was with, she could have as much fun as she chose to. She wouldn't let him bring her down with him.

Yet as she danced and another guy took his place, she had to admit, she wasn't nearly as interested in this guy's hands on her. Layla shook herself and had to actively stop searching for him at the bar. How was it that he was the one asking her to dance and telling her she should have bailed and then he ends up being the one who actually bails? It was irritating and she was half tempted to give him a piece of her mind. The real reason she even considered it wasn't because it irritated her that much, but rather because she just wanted to be near him again.

Layla didn't move though. She forced herself to stay right there. He could see what he was missing out on, she wasn't going to go to him like a moth to flame. She wasn't that girl. She hooked her arm around the new guy's neck and tried to focus on him, dancing freely and probably a little crazily, but it didn't matter. She was having fun without him.

Or rather, that's what she told herself.

[Riley Coleson]

Ordering himself something to drink, he had to take peek over his shoulder. He tried spotting her out in the crowd, and what he ended up seeing annoyed him more than it should have. As the bartender handed him the drink, he snatched it from him with a snarl. So what if she was already dancing with someone else. Like he cared. There was plenty of girls around here he could have fun with. Even more fun than with her and her big, loud mouth.

Taking his drink over to a table where a pretty blonde was sitting, Riley was determined to somehow push the image of Layla dancing with someone else out his mind. He offered the blonde one of his most charming smiles. She offered him a seat and he took it. While listening to the girl talk, he tried seeing if he could see Layla from over there. And sadly, he could.

By now her arms were around the guys neck and they were dancing like crazy. Riley scoffed and put his arm around the blonde's shoulder and whispered some lame pick up line into her ear. She started laughing, which was good. He really hoped Layla would see it, so he could show her how little he needed her. The blonde, whatever she was called he couldn't remember, not that he cared anyways, put her hand on his thigh and moved herself closer.

Even as pretty as she was, it didn't feel the same. She didn't draw him in, but she was more than pretty enough to keep his attention. Well, a little of it at least as most of it was back on the dance floor, dancing with a certain brunette.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla really was trying to get the thought out of her mind about Riley and his hands on her waist and his lips at her ear and everything else. It was difficult seeing as how she was practically watching him the entire time she was dancing with this random guy. He really wasn't even that attractive. Why couldn't Riley just come back and dance with her more? It wasn't like she planned on raping him or asking him for some commitment. He had bolted like he thought she would do just that.

Seeing him head over to a pretty blonde just made her blood boil. She wanted to snatch that fake bitch's hair up and toss her out on the street. Super strength would have been handy in that situation. But instead, she just continued dancing because she had nothing else that she could do without it turning into something really bad. Fuck, why did he have to be so incredibly attractive. It wasn't even fair.

And the lyrics, ugh, the lyrics.

Layla saw him look over at her and she made a rash decision to kiss the guy she was dancing with. She had seen the girl's hand on his leg and it drove her nuts so her mind automatically wanted to one-up him. He could have a hand on the thigh, she was going to makeout with a guy right in front of him. But she was not trying to make him jealous by any means. Ha, whoever would think that was stupid. Clearly.

The guy in front of her tried shoving his tongue down her throat and she pulled away with a teasing smirk, feeling his hands travel down her sides to her ass. Gosh that hadn't taken very long. Layla redirected her focus once more on him instead of her own hot blonde just a few feet away. It didn't work, she imagined his hands on her and it only made her more irritable. And more determined.

[Riley Coleson]

Layla kissing the guy she was dancing with almost made Riley's jaw drop to the floor and roll away. What the hell did she think she was doing? And why the heck did he even care? If she wanted to get all mushy mushy with that asshole, it was her decision. And her mistake. He felt his fist clench and turned towards the blonde once more. Fine, Layla wanted to play dirty? So could he.

He lifted the blonde's hair away from her shoulders and placed a tender and soft kiss on her bare neckline, slowly moving to her collar bone. He placed his hands on her back and slowly moving one hand to her front, cupping one of the blonde's 'ladies' in his hand. Seriously, why did Layla have to be such a bitch about it. Why did she have to push him like this? Well, he couldn't really blame her or anything. It wasn't like she forced him or anything. But still...

Suddenly, the blonde stood up and pulled Riley with her. She leaned forward, put his hands on his hips and asked him to come home with her. He wanted to decline, but if Layla saw him leave with her, maybe he could make her think he was going to sleep with her? The blonde was far from Riley's type. Someone that easy was far from what he'd normally go for, but the temptation to show that into Layla's face was far too big...

He didn't even want to kiss the blonde's lips. Not even Layla annoying him could bring him to waste his first kiss like that, but that didn't mean he couldn't make it seem real nonetheless. He nodded towards the blonde and waited for Layla to gaze over again, and once she did, Riley lifted his glass and cheered it towards her.

Letting the girl pull him through the crowd and towards the exit, he couldn't help but feeling a little guilty. Maybe this was taking to far? He could care less about the blonde's feelings. She was already easy, he didn't doubt she could find someone else. And once they had gotten outside, he stopped her. ''Look. I'm not really interested. Sorry.'', pushing her out of the way he took a deep breath of the fresh air. Maybe it was better this way? Letting Layla think he'd gone home with her. He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a sigh of frustration as he started walking down the almost empty street without realizing the blonde had headed back inside the same way they had left.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla saw it all unfold and it felt like she had gotten kick in the stomach with a steel-toed boot. She knew it shouldn't have mattered. She kept telling herself it didn't. But the way his lips traveled down the blonde's neckline without hesitating, it made her want to throw something or hit something. She just couldn't believe he was such a manwhore. She should have expected it with the way he treated her.

It was only typical. Toy with her, make her believe something was there when it wasn't. She couldn't believe she fell for it so easily. But if he thought he would ever get a chance to touch her like that again, well he was sadly mistaken. She was going to make sure that he never got the chance to even speak to her again after that. It didn't mean she would leave without having a few choice words with him, but he didn't know that and she wasn't going to do anything about it right now.

Eventually she got disgusted by the way the man in front of her tried doing the same thing Riley had to the blonde. Lay pushed him away and was just about to storm out when she saw Riley and the blonde stand and head for the exit. She stopped abruptly and the threat of tears stung beneath her eyes. He walked out of the club and she continued standing there in shock. She waited a few minutes, sure that they were far enough away before she headed to the exit again.

What she hadn't expected was for Riley's little blonde arm candy to come waltzing back in...without him. She pushed the door open hard and glanced around to see if he was anywhere in sight. Lay spotted him heading down the street, the direction she was supposed to be heading, but she didn't want to be anywhere near him now. Just then the guy she'd been dancing with came out and grabbed her a little rougher than she would have liked.

"Lemme walk you home, baby. C'mon I know you're dying to see my bedroom," He said slyly as he leaned in to suck on her neck. Layla squirmed, but he was just a bit too strong for her and she fought against him.

"Get off of me you creep," She said, but he still wouldn't let her go. Riley was too far to run to, so she tried harder to fight against him.