Before The Bell Rings - Spencer White

episode IX

Violet, Dusty and I were back in the crowd enjoying the show. We were all high as fuck and living our best life. At one point, they started making out, intensely. Violet and Dusty, I hadn't seen that one coming but who could blame him? She was this smoking hot blond but had an edge that made her so much more interesting than the others. I loved Violet and I wished we were going to the same school. With the divorce and the moving, my mother couldn't afford the same preppy school that Violet was attending. So I was stuck in public school with no one I knew. I was dancing when some random guy started touching my ass and waist, brushing off my boobs too.

"Oi, fuck off mate!" I screamed, slapping his hands off of me. "Fucking pig."

"C'mon baby." He said pushing me in his arms, he had an intense grip on my waist that I couldn't easily escape from. I struggled to break free of his arms, of his touch, of his disgusting and chapped lips. He kept trying to put his tongue in my mouth.

"Stop this shit man! What the fuck?!" I cried out loud.

How could nobody fucking help me, how could no one see what he was trying to do. I caught a glimpse of Violet and Dusty, they were further then before but they were still kissing. Not giving a shit about me or they couldn't hear me. Suddenly, the guy's body fell on the ground, hitting some other people on its way down. The guy, probably drunk out of his mind, didn't got up. The blonde from earlier had knocked him out straight. Impressive, I thought.

"Go off, I guess." I exclaimed, only clicking my fingers together to applaud him, a interesting reaction from my body still in shock of everything that had just happened.

"Don't flatter yourself, I really just had to punch someone." He responded, leaving the crowd.

I quickly looked around me to see no signs of my cousin and her hook up. I didn't know where they went but I knew I didn't want to stay there. So I decided to follow the blonde, not feeling safe enough to be alone.

"Oi wait up. You want help washing this up?" I said, catching up with him.

"Nah." He replied looking down at his bloody knuckles. He stopped walking and turned around to face me. "Where's Dusty?"

"Probably with my cousin." I laughed. "By the way, thanks for your help I've found her." I sarcastically said.

He scoffed and continued his way out of the festival's site. We passed the metal gates, the security and a few neighborhoods without saying a word to each other.

"Ouh, let's go swim!" I exclaimed as we passed the beach. The drugs making me way too excited for late night swimming. "C'mon!" I pulled him by the wrist and started running towards the sand.

"Don't you have something better to do than following some stranger around?" He asked, getting out of my grip and slowing our pace.

I slowly started taking off my clothes.

"I want to thank you for punching that guy."

I took off my shirt, revealing my black brassiere. His eyebrows rose and he smirked. I played him thinking he would get something out of this, but I really just wanted to swim.

"My prince. My savior." I said mimicking a damsel in distress. He laughed. "Now take your clothes off and come swim with me."

I took off my pants and ran in the water. It was calm and had almost no waves which was rare. I shriveled. I got underwater thinking my body would acclimate to the water's temperature. It was the end of summer and yet it was so fucking freezing. I sensed his hands on my waist, pulling me out. His hands were warm in this cold water. I wiped off the water in my eyes and faced him. He looked pretty in the moon's light.