Forget me || Sam Golbach

8

Her lips formed into a smirk when she noticed my expression change. Suddenly my mouth couldn't put together any kind of word, so I just stayed there staring at Astoria while she buried her face on his chest. I looked up at him and realized my eyes were wet with tears. I saw him open his mouth to say something before I sprinted away from where they were. I found myself on the bar, and at this point I needed that liquor in my body. Shot after shot I felt my senses slowly fade and the adrenaline increase. After what felt like an eternity, I made my way to the dance floor and set myself free. My body moved along with the beat, my eyes closed, feeling the world around me spin. I opened my eyes expecting to see everyone laughing at me, but instead no one was looking at me. Everybody was lost in the moment, hair flying around, arms in the air dancing with the colorful lights on the ceiling. Humans just being humans.
I seemed to be more sociable when I didn't have a sense of self control which at this exact moment, didnt bother me much. I was now dancing with a couple of people I haven't even said a word with, all of us screaming the lyrics of one of my favorites songs from the Weeknd.
"I JUST WANNA BE ONE OF YOUR GIRLS TONIGHT" my throat was in pain and I couldn't care less, I took another sip from one of the girl's flask.
"You're wasted as well?" a hoarse, low voice on my ear made me turn around. A guy around my age, a bit taller than me studied me with big blue eyes, his lips in a slight smirk.
"Depends on who's asking" something kept me from turning my back at him, something that was called curiosity.
"Perhaps someone that's amazed by your dancing skills?" I couldn't help but laugh at his comment
"Compliments wont pay my drinks pretty boy". His eyes lingered on me for a second before he gestured for me to take his hand. Instead of taking me to the bar, like my drunkass thought, he spined me around, making me laugh even harder. I hit his chest on the way back, making me wheeze and throw my hands on the air for him to pick me up.
It must have been a few minutes of us dancing when I felt his finger lift my head up to meet his.
"You look so good in this lighting" his eyes locked on mine
"You think so?" not being able to look away I stepped closer. The tension was getting out of hand and the way he made my heart pound only made it worse.
"Is this necessary?" he blurted out making me realize I was still staring up at him. His shyness made a wave of confidence rush through me.
"Why so shy?" I mimicked an innocent voice that made his jaw clench as he scoffed and laughed. He slowly lowered himself to my level and spoke a small whisper
"Look what you do to me" I hadn't even realized my hands were on his belt, and the realization made me chuckle. His face only inches from mine, before he broke the distance between us, crushing his lips on mine.

That peaceful moment didnt last for long, the dizziness hit in an instant as I felt myself forcedly being pulled away from the boy I was tasting just now. My mouth dropped when I saw Sam punch the nameless boy in his stomach before Colby took hold of him. I stopped taking steps back only when I hit the wall and let myself absorb the situation. Sam punched Colby's jaw with force that made the brunette stumble and fall to the ground. His moves fast, back to injuring the boy in any way he thought of, constantly opening new wounds as blood dripped from the kid on the floor. I watched as Jake and Corey tried to lift Sam from the unconscious now boy, while more and more people came closer to take a look. My eyes searched for Colby and a small gasp escaped my lips when I saw him unconsious as well, four people over him trying to wake him up. I felt nauseous. When they finally got Sam off the guy's body, the police was already cuffing his hands. My steps careful, as I made my way to the body on the ground. My eyes dead still on his now bashed up skull. His body covered in so many bruises and bloody scars that made me gag. I took a step back and stepped on someone's foot. Colby. His eyes just as shocked as mine. He didnt take his eyes off of the body, not until we both were getting dragged outside the building.
"Where is he" I cried out as I got shoved inside the car. I tried rolling down the window but with not success, and then I saw him. These blue eyes I knew so well, that were now bloodshot red. His hair messy, scars all over his face, blood running from his nose, on his now ruined white suit. He stopped as soon as he saw me,  just to be hit on the back of his head from one of the officers behind him. His lips mouthed a small "I'm sorry" before he disappeared in the black windowed car next to me. I screamed and begged for a minute with him, until a pinch on my neck, I quickly realized was a syrigne, made me suddenly sleepy.