I'm used to busy days in work, I just graduated high school and got my first new job. A lot of people complain about how bad their pay is or how ugly all their coworkers are but I personally couldn't care about it all, I'm the "friendly with everyone" sort of girl, never a frown on my face and that made me well known with a lot of people so I'd often get asked out for parties and since I'm into that sort of thing, I would always go so being asked to go to mike's party was nothing out of the ordinary but soon I would realize that going would be a big mistake.
I cycled to the party with a smile on my face as I was lookin forward to busting out my best dance moves. I don't drink so I usually used the person's cars to.drive them home. "Well look who it isssssssss",
Mike shouted jokingly with a drink in his hand, I was out of breath when I got off the bike so I cba answering and just put my bike on the bike rack. "God damn this party is Poppin off" I said still recovering from that short bike ride. He handed me a drink of water and I guzzled it all in 1 go, "come on y/n let's have the time of our lives babbbyyyyy. I entered the house with excitement but soon my mood was ruined when there was no families faces despite the fact that me and Mike work together and usually we recognise a bunch of people.
"Awww heyyy girlllll, havnt seen your face around these parts, want me do give u a rundown of the place?" I have dealt with these sort of guys before and was ready to give me pre loaded answer. "I wouldn't wanna-", I was immediately interrupted by this guy putting his sweaty hairy arm over my shoulder and pulled me tight. I was shocked. It made me really uncomfortable and I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, my head was spinning and the smell of alcohol and weed made me dizzy.
I had no choice but to follow him and his hand would never leave my shoulder. He would say a bunch of nonsense that didn't make sense to me but I wasn't listening, I was too busy thinking about keeping my friendly girl personality but eventually I had enough, I tried to leave.
"Sorry I've gotta be somewhere" I proceeded to walk fastly away but the moment I tried to move, he grabbed my hand and questioned "what's wrong girl? U don't wanna have a good time?" But I already made up my mind and despite my bad stamina, I ran full speed out of the house, didn't take my bike, I just ran,ran,ran,ran,ran,ran,ran,ran,ran,ran and kept on running, I didn't know where I was going, I didn't know where I was, I just ran.
I don't know how long it's been, i
Just ran and eventually I ended up in the main part of the town area mike's house was in but I wasn't familiar with the area. I decided to ask someone if they knew how to get back to where I lived but the problem was that it was 2am and no where was opened except a night bar called the "blue trombone", I hated the idea since I was just in a alcohol ridden frat part but I had no choice so I made my way into the night bar...
I entered the bar and immediately I could smell a ton of smells, the slight smell of alcohol but it wasn't bad, it was actually quite pleasant, the old fashioned karaoke machine playing "heaven must be missing an angel" in the background, the sound of slight chatter amongst the customers sitting down on the many couch leather chairs while sipping they're glasses on the glass table but there was a man who immediately was dead centre of my vision sitting at the bar table drinking to himself. His long black hair looked silky, has long arms filled out his black suit with great trousers. He had an aura about him that that made you want to know who he was. As I got a closer look at him I realized something...
... He was hot, his sharp chin with his gauge green eyes all looked so perfect. My heart began to beat fast and I knew I wanted to ask him some directions but another part of me wanted more. "U-U-Um sorry to disturb you on your clam drinking session but do you know where rable street is?" He stopped drinking his drink and just stayed straight forward and slicked his hair back but didn't say anything. Maybe he just didn't hear me? "Excuse me-", "would you like a drink?" His response annoyed me but despite me wanting to just tell him no and ask someone else, my heart began to beat faster and agreed.
