“Kami, what the hell are you doing…” I watched her turn her head back towards me, a drunken smile crossed her lips.

I saw her ignore my comment, grasping my hand and pulling me with her. I groaned, my hand went to her waist, following her but mainly making sure she’s safe traveling through the crowd of people. My hand curved on her slim waist, the black dress shaping her body in a way that I feared. I wasn’t over protective of her, but I knew how boys my age thought, hell I was one.

“…kamia.” I spoke up more seriously, gripping her hip tighter and pulling her off to the side; I rubbed my back against the wall, forcing her not to move away from the sight push I gave.

I saw her groan, the dress riding down her chest, my hand went to her strap, looking away as I fixed it for her respect; “Your dress is too damn low and tight, and your fucking drunk as shit.” I watched her scoff, looking away with that stupid cocky smirk on her lips.

Her dark browned hair curled around her shoulders, her dark green eyes being brightly shown by her mascara helping them pop. She was truly gorgeous, but right now I didn’t like what I was seeing. She could be mad at me for all I care, but she was my best friend, and I didn’t want her getting knocked up or having worse happen to her.