DEMONS AREN'T MADE, THEY'RE BORN

Grace

feb 23, 7:00 pm, friday 

"Let's go! I wanna be in before all the hot guys leave!" My best friend, Christine, pulled me into the night club, excitedly.

I had turned 16 and as a treat, she wanted to bring me to a nightclub.

Not the greatest place but I went to make her happy. I planned on staying for a few minutes then escaping to a cafe. I need coffee.

I avoided all eye contact as Christine weaved us toward the bar, ordering some drinks and winking at some guys she passed.

I felt sick. Being asexual, this place was freaking me out, and giving me anxiety.

I pushed my drink away, muttering I was going to get some fresh air. I don't think she heard me; she was too busy flirting with some random guy.

I exhaled once outside. I wanted to go home or go to a cafe and drink coffee.

My thoughts were interrupted by a guy about the same age as I.

"First time?" he asked, grinning.

I nodded, leaning against the wall. The music was still blaring and it hurt my head.

Plus, the guy was smoking.

I guess he could see my pain because he looked concerned. "Hey are you okay?"

I coughed and retrieved my inhaler, glaring at his cigarette.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

He burned the cigarette out and goofily grinned, sticking his hand out to shake. "I'm Marcus."

I looked him up and down, debating if I should trust him.

He had shoulder length dark curly brown hair, brown eyes and light skin. His leather jacket shined in the moonlight giving his skin a pale glow.

"I won't hurt you." he had a goofy grin. 

he...seemed nice. screw it. 

I shook his hand. "I'm Grace."

"So, Grace, are you here alone?"

I peered through the glassy door, eyeing Christine. She must've forgotten me because now she was making out with the guy from before.

Always forgotten. "My friend deserted me so, yeah, I'm alone."

Marcus frowned "Its not good for a little lady such as yourself to be out alone at night."

I crossed my arms and glared. "I'm not little."

He smirked and sized me up. "Yeah, you are."

I squeaked out a laugh; Soon we both were laughing.

"How about I take you home? Where do you live?"

My laughing came to an abrupt end and I frowned. "I don't have a home, I live someplace different every night,"

He glanced at me in pity and concern. "What?! That's awful! What about your parents? friends?"

I shifted uncomfortably. My mom was toxic and very abusive, my dad kicked me out because of who I was. also, I don't have friends. But I don't plan on telling him that.

"Unimportant on the parents' thing, and my friends use me for useless shit." I answered.

His gaze lingered, eyeing me with pity. "I'll be your friend. I know we just met, but I can tell you're a good person. If you want, you can stay with me. I have a spare room."