Party part 2 alt

Her lashes fluttered, but her gaze stayed locked on Alexander’s smirk, her lips parted.

Cortney – "I... I don't..."

Her voice was barely a whisper, caught between resistance and surrender. Alexander’s fingers trailed up her spine, sending a visible tremor through her. His lips curled, victorious.

Alexander – "See?"

he murmured, eyes never leaving Bryce’s.

Alexander- "She has spoken roomie."

This wasn’t right. But Cortney has spoken, and theirs nothinging Bryce can do about it

Bryce’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. The music pulsed around them, the bass thrumming in time with his racing heartbeat. He wanted to grab Cortney, shake her out of whatever trance this bastard had her in—but the way her body arched into Alexander’s touch, the way her breath hitched when his lips brushed her throat… it made him dishearted, she looks so happy with him

Alexander’s smirk deepened as he slid a possessive hand around Cortney’s waist, steering her toward the staircase. She followed without protest, her steps unsteady but eager, as if pulled by an invisible leash.Bryce watched them disappear up the stairs, the crowd swallowing them whole. He shouldered past drunken partygoers, his pulse roaring in his ears. At the top of the stairs, shadows clung to the hallway. Muffled laughter seeped from behind a half-closed door—Alexander’s room. Bryce pressed his palm against the wood, hesitated. A breathy moan slithered through the crack. Cortney’s. His fist hovered, trembling. Then— A hand clamped his shoulder, yanking him backward.

??? - "You don’t want to interrupt."

Bryce turned It was Lena—who he new from ckass fHer dark eyes gleamed with something knowing, something predatory.

Lena- "You dont understand anything about this school..that sinners that lurk in the night

Lena’s lips curled.Bryce’s jaw tightened.

Bryce - "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Lena tilted her head, studying him with unnerving stillness

Lena - . "Alexander isn’t just some guy. And Cortney?"

She exhaled, almost pitying.

Lena- "She isn’t yours to save."

A muffled gasp—Cortney’s—filtered through the door behind him, followed by Alexander’s low, satisfied chuckle. Bryce’s stomach twisted.

Lena - look if you wish

Bryce hesitated, his fingers twitching at his sides. The air in the hallway was thick, the scent of sweat and something darker—hanging between them. Behind the door, Cortney’s breath hitched again, a sound that was half pleasure, half pain. Lena watched him, unblinking.

Lena - "But once you see, you can’t unsee."

Bryce’s hand shot out before he could stop himself. The door creaked open under his palm, revealing the dim glow of candlelight flickering against the walls.The door creaked open under his palm, revealing the dim glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. Cortney lay sprawled across Alexander's bed, her naked body gleaming in the flickering light. Her skin was flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as Alexander traced slow circles along her thigh with one finger. Her wrists were pinned above her head—not by force, but by her own trembling submission. Alexander turned his head toward the door, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "

Alexander- Ah," he purred, not bothering to cover Cortney's exposed form. "Our audience arrives."

Cortney whimpered, arching her back as Alexander's other hand slid possessively up her side.Bryce's breath caught in his throat as Alexander's fingers tightened possessively around Cortney's hip, his thumb pressing into the delicate hollow of her pelvis. The candlelight deepened the shadows between their tangled limbs, casting eerie shapes that seemed to pulse against the walls. Lena's fingers landed on Bryce's shoulder, her nails sharp even through his shirt

Lena - . "Still think you can stop this?"

she whispered, her breath hot against his ear.

Lena- we could ...have some fun together aa well?

Bryce couldn't look away. Cortney's eyes fluttered open—glazed, distant—but when they locked onto his, something fractured in her expression. A flicker of recognition. A silent plea. Alexander noticed. His smirk twisted into something colder as he leaned down, deliberately blocking Bryce’s view as his lips brushed Cortney’s ear.

Alexander – "Look at you," he murmured, voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Still hoping he’ll save you?"

Cortney shuddered, her fingers twisting in the sheets. Bryce took a step forward—

Lena – "Ah-ah." Her grip on his shoulder tightened, nails biting through fabric. "You don’t belong in there."

Bryce jerked free, but the door slammed shut before he could cross the threshold.

Lena - told you Letting him go

Bryce lunged for the doorknob again, twisting it violently—but it wouldn’t budge. The wood might as well have been fused to the frame. He threw his weight against it, shoulder slamming into the unyielding surface, but the door didn’t so much as shudder. Inside, Cortney’s breathless moan dissolved into a broken whimper.

Cortney - "Alexander—please—"

The plea was muffled, but Bryce heard it. Heard the tremor in her voice, the way it cracked between surrender and something raw.Lena’s fingers curled around Bryce’s wrist, her touch deceptively gentle.

Lena - "Come, Bryce," she murmured,

pulling him back from the door with surprising strength.

Lena- "Let’s rejoin the party downstairs. They’ll still be awhile."

Bryce resisted, his muscles taut, eyes still fixed on the closed door where Cortney’s muffled cries still slipped through the cracks.

Lena - "You don’t actually think she wants you to see that, do you?"

Lena tilted her head, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement.

Lena- "Or maybe you do. Maybe you like watching."

Bryce recoiled, was that it, did he want to see Cortney get fuckedThe thought slithered through his mind, unwanted but undeniable. His pulse hammered, torn between disgust and something darker—something that coiled low in his gut. Lena’s fingers tightened around his wrist, her nails pressing just shy of breaking skin.

Lena – "You’re shaking."

Her voice was velvet, amused.

Lena- we could ..head inside a different room, and do it as well 8f you desire

we could... head inside a different room, and do it as well if you desire." Bryce’s own words echoed in his skull,

foreign and thick, like someone else had spoken them. Lena’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, her fingers trailing up his arm.

Lena - "Now you’re thinking," she purred,

stepping closer until her body brushed against his. The heat of her was suffocating, the scent of her perfume—something dark and floral—clinging to his skin. From behind the door, Cortney’s breath hitched, followed by a muffled cry that twisted something sharp in Bryce’s chest.

Bryce wrenched his arm free, his breath coming ragged.

Bryce - "No."

The word was rough, scraped from his throat. Lena's smile didn't falter, but her eyes darkened—something predatory flickering behind the amusement.

Lena - "Suit yourself," she murmured,

stepping back with a shrug. Bryce turned on his heel, striding downstairs The party was a blur of bodies and laughter, the air thick with sweat and spilled liquor. Bryce grabbed the first drink he saw, downing it in one burning swallow. He barely tasted it.