The University of the South

The Victim (2 of 5)

Greg Sinclair

"I'm sorry." I say, as I bump into him.

I kind of had a thing for him for a while now.

He was always so nice to me in class, and I heard him play the piano one time as well in high school. Not to mention he was really tall as well.

It was just unfortunate that he hung with the wrong crowd.

The worst crowd actually.

I'd see him at parties regularly, but this was the first time I had bumped into him.

"Don't be sorry. I should be sorry." He says and I gasp.

Why was he saying sorry? He didn't do anything.

"No, it's okay. I'm gonna go." I say and suddenly he takes my arm and pulls me to him.

What the?

"Do you really have a thing for me?" He asks out of the blue and my eyes widen at that.

This was all Candy's fault! Fuck.

I instantly shake my head and before I explain myself I begin to notice that he is not himself.

He's more talkative than in school.

Something was up.

"Yo what the fuck man? I don't know if all the weed has gone to your brain but that's fucking Fiona Fuckface Carson." Andrew says angrily as he spots Greg's hold on my arm and how close we were.

Greg ignores him and stares back at me.

Was he waiting for me to answer?

"I mean, I-." I start to fumble and the weirdest thing happens.

Greg's lips are on mine and I squeal in surprise when I feel him pull my body closer to him in urgency.

What the hell?!

"What the fuck man?!" I hear Andrew exclaim as Greg continues to mold his lips on mine, as we full on make out in the middle of the dance floor.

I was hooking up with Greg Sinclair, in public!

How the hell?

I pull away from him as we both stare at each other, breathing hard in surprise.

"I..I have to..I have to go." I say and Greg shakes his head.

"Buddy what the fuck? That's fucking Fiona! Candy is gonna lose her shit!" Andrew says and Greg scoffs, glaring at Andrew.

"Fuck Candy." Greg simply says and pulls me away with him.

Wait what the hell?

Greg pulls me to him again and I squeal as a moan of surprise makes its way out of my lips again as he takes my lips in his again.

I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls away before pulling me away from the dance floor and upstairs.

"Greg! You're fucking high!" Andrew calls out to him and I giggle as Greg pulls me away to the bathroom in the corner.

I am tipsy as well at this point and couldn't care less.

"You have a thing for me right?" Greg asks again in a slurred voice and I slowly nod before he instantly takes my lips again and he locks the door behind us.

What the hell was going on?