Recognizing the voice you spun to face the guy behind you.

"I don't think so," you snapped.

"I do," Zacky said, grabbing you and pulling you against him.

"Go occupy yourself somewhere else kid," Zacky shot at Kris as he took you farther onto the dance floor.

Glaring daggers at him the whole time you followed Zacky out onto the dance floor more, not really having a choice since he had a death grip on your arm, but wasn't hurting you. Finally he stopped and brought you against him, hard.

"Dance with me," he growled into your ear, lips barely off your skin.

He started to move to the music, moving you with him, the whole time staring into your eyes intensely. You finally turned in his grasp so your back was against his chest and began to grind against him, that way you didn't have to look at him. You had to admit it to yourself, regardless that it was Zacky, he was one hell of a great dancer. You felt his hands travel down to your hips and pull you against him hard, as you slammed against him you leaned back into his chest and wrapped your arms up and around his neck. You laced your fingers through his hair and pulled his head to the side a bit.

"God I fucking hate you," Zacky growled into your ear.

"Feelings mutual," you said back venomously.
-xXx-
**Up In The Balcony**

"Uhh guys," Johnny said from he glass balcony.

"What?" Matt asked, perturbed from having to break his conversation with a pretty brunette.

"We've got a problem," Johnny said, not taking his eyes off of the dance floor below him.

"What do you mean?" Matt asked again.

"You all might want to come and see this. You wouldn't believe me if I told you in the first place," Johnny said, motioning the guys over.

All the guys walked over, deciding that it had to be something important if Johnny wasn't letting up. As they all gathered at the banister they stared down in the mass of grinding, dancing sweaty bodies to where Johnny was pointing.

"Well fuck me running," Syn said.

"What the fuck is going on, did someone slip something in their drinks?" Jimmy asked, shocked beyond anything.

"We've got a problem," Matt said, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Maybe it isn't her," Johnny added.

"No it's her, there's no mistaking that," Matt said as he went and ordered two double shots.
-xXx-
**Back Down On The Dance Floor**

You pulled a little more on his hair, yanking his head to the side, and in response Zacky slipped his index fingers into the top of your skirt, at each hip bone. You ground yourself against him harder as you released your grip on his hair and brought your arms down. You continued to grind a bit, then you did something you never thought you would. You bent over quickly, making sure to stay in contact with Zacky, then brought yourself back up quickly. Once back up Zacky pressed his body fully against the back of you, moving your bodies as one, then he started to slip a hand up onto your stomach. He brought his hand up under your tank top and ran his fingers over your abs. He brought his head next to your neck and bit down a little, causing you to gasp.

"I knew you wanted me," he said huskily into your ear.

At that you spun and faced him, taking a few steps back so you could glare at him dead on.

"Not on your life," you spat.

"You know it got you hot," Zacky shot out snippily.

"Fuck off and die," you spewed nastily.

"Only when you're able to hold a relationship," Zacky sneered.

At that you hauled off and punched him in the face, on the other side. As soon as Zacky went down a crowd drew in around him, allowing you to run off.

"Well at least he'll have a shiner on the opposite side to match the other from the other day," you thought to yourself.

You ran up the stairs to the VIP lounge, you spotted your purse and went for it and then looked around for Kris. Finding him in the corner you boldly went up to him. You pushed him against the wall he was already mostly leaning against and crashed your lips onto his, hard. Finally breaking the kiss you drew back and looked at him.

"Come home with me?" you asked him.

"Kales, did you have to punch him out again? That's the second shiner from you in two days," Matt said as he ran off to go fetch his guitarist from the mob downstairs.

"Did you really knock him down?" Kris asked.

You nodded your head yes.

"Then I'm game. Lets go," he said grabbing your hand and running towards the exit.

The two of you ran out the exit, and you began to laugh. It was like you had done something bad and were running from whatever was chasing you. It felt like running from the abusive husband with the caring, handsome gardner, but unfortunately this was real life. And you knew Matt was going to be pissed at you tomorrow morning but you didn't care, you felt that Zacky got what he deserved. Running out into the street you hailed a cab to take you back home since you weren't about to go back in and ask for a ride home.

Notes

Super short, and to that I aplogize!