𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 | 𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡

𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 : 𝚔𝚢𝚕𝚎

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(!possible tw: assault, body shaming!)

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I laughed and walked off to the kitchen. There was only one other guy in there, grabbing a drink for himself. I walked up to the beverages, standing next to him. I carefully scanned over all the options then decided to spark up some small talk. He'd been at my party after all.

"Thank you for coming."
I decided to mix vodka and gatorade together for my drink of choice. Definitely wouldn't do that on a typical night but it'd been my birthday. Who was to stop me from enjoying myself a little extra? He inched closer to me so we'd only been shoulder distance from one another.
"Yeah! You look really sexy by the way."
He stated, making me highly uncomfortable. I didn't wanna be rude but I also didn't wanna just take it. Once I found how to use my words again, all that came out was,
"Oh uh. Th-thank you."
I choked.

Shit! Why did I have to stutter? Makes me look vulnerable as heck now.

He'd placed a hand on my shoulder and responded.
"Don't be shy baby girl, it was just a compliment."

I shrugged off his hand and slowly backed off, grabbing my cup. "I should really get going back to the party now.. have fun."
He pried my fingers from around the cup and snatched my drink. He put it on the table in front of us. He then grabbed both of my shoulders and shoved my back against the nearest wall. He started nipping and kissing at my neck, completely smothering me. Of course I'd been trying to get him off of me, but by the way he'd been standing and leaning over me, it was nearly impossible.

"Stop."

"Shh, you know you're enjoying yourself. Consider this my birthday gift to you."

"Ugh! Take your stupid fucking present and get off of me!"
I fought. I writhed beneath him. He needed to get off of me right the hell then.

"Who said I was done?"

I'd been surprised I hadn't started balling my eyes out. But there'd been something that time telling me not to give up, not to let him get away satisfied. I knew that was all that he wanted. He wanted to see me in shambles. He then started reaching for my breasts. I pounded on his chest. Anything to get him away from me. Though none of it stopped him from inching closer and closer to them. Out of the blue, Miles came in and quickly observed the situation. I hadn't even noticed he'd entered. Not until I'd no longer felt the smothering on top of me, and the hands no longer everywhere they shouldn't have been. When I came back to, I watched as Miles grabbed at the guy's neck and slammed his head onto a table.

"Are you okay?"
Miles asked me sounding genuinely concerned.

After taking a well needed deep breath, and rubbing my face, I replied.
"I, uhm. I think so. Thank you."

He nodded slightly and turned back to the jerk, his head dug into the table.
"What's your name?" He shouted.
The guy did nothing but laugh, ever so tauntingly. It'd been obvious that Miles wasn't gonna settle for anything less than the answer he wanted. He grabbed his head, slamming it against the wall and back down onto the table.
"Now.. What the fuck is your name?" He asked again, firmly.

"Kyle! My name is Kyle!"

Miles lifted his head off the table by a couple of inches and turned it to look him in the face.
"Now was that so hard?"
He slammed it back down onto the table and swiftly grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him out of the kitchen. I followed after them and watched as Miles forced him onto the stairs, then took his spot next to him. Kyle had blood running down from different places of his face. He had that gross clear fluid oozing out from his wounds and he looked miserable.
"Y-You've got it all wrong man, she came onto me! Bitches always act like the victim, you should know that!"

"Oh fuck you."
Miles punched him once more in the gut for safe measures then proceeded.
"Can I have everyone's attention for a minute?"
Miles yelled, making the room fall silent and the music come to a pause.
"Kyle here thinks it's alright to do whatever he wants to people, whenever he feels like it. Specifically, women. He thinks it's all fun and games to take advantage of them! To go after them without consent, then to go on and call them 'bitches' who are 'playing the victim.' So with that being said, I really hope none of you in here are stupid enough to have pursued a relationship with this asshole. And I especially hope none of you are going to attempt to in the future. Consider this a favor to all of you girls, and you guys too. I just saved you from Kyle 'getting lucky'. But uh.. thanks for listening to what I had to say I guess. Happy birthday Margo."

When his announcement came to an end, everyone applauded and he pushed Kyle down the stairs.
I heard some common chants being spoken as well. Things such as,
"Yeah, take care of his ass!"
"Throw him out."
"Douchebag!"
Kyle quickly ran out the front door and Miles walked down the stairs, over to me. The music resumed and everyone began to chatter once again.

"Thank you for all of that. You really didn't have to."
I started, slightly embarrassed. I hated that he had seen me like that.

"Were you not conscious when he was all over you? What he did is fucked up Margo."

"Well thank you.."

He crinkled his eyebrows.
"Why do you keep thanking me?"

"Miles are you serious? Tonight has just been- Well for starters, you lied to your girlfriend just so you could come to my party. You danced with me, and you don't dance! You handled this whole thing.. Why shouldn't I be thanking you? But really, about the Kyle thing. Why would you even do that? I hate to say this, honestly. But aren't you the type of person to do what he did?"

He sighed.
"Of course you'd think that, and I guess you have a right to but.. I just didn't like seeing him all over you, alright? Is that a crime?Besides, I told you something I've never told anyone!"

I took a step back and scoffed, piecing together what he'd just said. "So that's what you're doing? Making sure I don't spill your secret? What type of person do you think I am? Miles, what you told me is confidential. I would never tell anyone."

"I just, I don't always have the easiest time when it comes to trusting people. Maybe I should go."
He ran his fingers through his hair and quickly turned around, walking toward the door. I automatically reached out for his hand and grabbed it but immediately let go.
I turned him around and looked him in the eyes.
"No, Miles. Please stay."
He maintained the eye contact as I felt my hand slowly start to make its way back over to his. We stood still for a few seconds until Jayde and Vinnie whisked over to us. Forcing us to quickly separate, the tension killed.

"Hey birthday hippo! Miles? Anyway, we just wanted to come over and say happy birthday. You don't look half bad."

"Thank you?"

Vinnie spoke up.
"We're gonna head out, but uh enjoy your party. Miles you coming?"

Miles looked over at me and then back to them.
"Um, yeah. See ya Margo."

"Oh okay, I'll see you at school?"

Jayde laughed a little and encouraged Miles to laugh too. When he had given in, my head began pounding. They all walked out the front door without a single one of them looking back.

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