Burn it

Prologue

C𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔰 G𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔦𝔞

I walked out of the party, the blaring music following behind me as I run after the prettiest girl in the room, knowing she's probably seen him with another girl. 'Hazel.' I yelled after her, I hate calling her Hazel. Emi suits her better. Hazel's styled coal black hair danced behind her, I caught a whiff of strawberry shampoo. Carlos! Your best friend is having a mental breakdown and your here admiring her scent?  Creepy pendejo! 

I wiped the thought out of my head. 'Emi' I uttered, realising she had slowed down. She turned to me, and my heart broke. This girl dressed up, got her hair styled, and wore expensive makeup, only to see her so-called date on a couch making out with some chic he picked up. What is wrong with people?

I stared at the girl who stood before me, taking in her her emerald green eyes yielding of innocence. The girl who once snitched on me in kindergarten when I swore, I tormented her ever since that. I gave in to the torn expression on her face as she had far too much to drink, I shouldn't have let you come to this stupid party, I thought to myself. She stumbled and giggled, her hands clutching my shirt trying to keep her balance. 

'Carlos you piece of shit' Hazel groaned, 'this is all YOUR fault.' Her eyes were holding mine for a split second, a part of her still sober no matter how many shots she already had. I frowned at her words, knowing all too well that it was the truth. If I had never let that pig William seduce her, she would never have come to this. 

'Don't worry Emi, I won't let this shit happen again.' I swore, feeling dumb that I meant it. 

'Good! That better be goddam true!' She ordered, I smiled in response. After saying that she finished off the night by puking on my shirt before passing out, I wasn't angry because at least she owes me now.  

I lay her gently on the backseat of my car, in my experience she likes to kick everything in sight while she sleeps, like a crazy karate chic. She grabbed my sleeve as I was about to close the door to the back, her eyes still closed as she held on to my sleeve like I'm life support. Hazel reminds me of a little girl, so gullible and carefree. William's words in the locker room echoed in the back of my head.

How could someone want to hurt such a pure girl? 

'Thank you' she whispered, then closed her eyes drifting off to sleep. I smiled, completely in awe. Hazel, my best friend ever since kindergarten when she lent me her play dough even though she barely had any and the whole class had about three jars each. Of course she did it out of pity since she had put me into trouble the week before for swearing.

But ever since then I realised the world doesn't deserve her.

This school doesn't deserve her.

And most definitely,

 William. That dickhead doesn't deserve to breath the same air as her, and I'm going to do everything in my power to keep her from falling onto his malicious grasp.