Once upon a Fuck you

Chapter 3, the party

*Connor's POV*

When we walk through the doors Mel gets dragged away by Sarah and Jeanette immediately. It pisses me off how she does kind of look good. Her red top, making her stomach and tits stand out. Her collerbone is on full display and her hair. God, her hair. Messy and puffed up making my head foggy.

What the fuck am I talking about? I have to snap out of it.

I look behind me but Sam has vanished so I decide to grab a drink. I walk through the kitchen doors when a voice stops me.

'Connor Evans? Is that you? I didn't know you went to parties.' I turn around to see Damiën standing with some of his so called friends.

He's always had a way of choosing the exact wrong people.

'You don't know a lot do you?' I answer calmly.

He scoffs. 'Still got that stick up your ass I see.' He smirks as his friends chuckle beside him.

'The only ass here is you Damiën. Go back to your dad, you're good at that.' I say and turn around to leave before he pisses me off more.

Then I feel a hand grab my arm and roughly turn me around before a fist hits my jaw. My head turns slightly, it was a weak punch.

I chuckle darkly. 'Wrong move.'

I punch Damiën staight on his nose. I hear a crack but I'm not done. I hit his jaw and I throw another punch on his cheek. Around us is a explosion of gasps and screams but I don't care.

He strikes a punch on me now, this time stronger and I feel blood trickeling from my bottem lip. My eyes darken as I wipe it off and I throw another punch, and another, and another.

Then I feel multiple arms grab me and pull me away. I try to break free and I punch one of the guys accidentally.

He flinches away and I use this to break free. I look around but Damiën is already gone. Ran off like he always does.

Then I see her, and the red blur becomes a little less. I expected her to look at me in fear but I see none of that in her eyes. She looks... confused?

Her eyes drop  and I look down too to see my hands all red and covered in blood. She walks up to me and without saying anything, she takes my arm and guides me away from the crowd.

She leads us into the kitchen where she searches for a med kit. When she finally found one, she hops up and sits on the counter top. Mentioning for me to come over. 

I stand between her legs, dangerously close. She takes my hands and starts cleaning them.

'What happened?' She asks softly.

'He peeled his banana the wrong way.' I say, a smile tugging at the corners fo my lips.

She looks at me unamused but I see a slight twinkle in her eyes. She has the kind of blue eyes you can stare in all day.

'Okay okay, he pissed me off. He hit me first, so I hit him harder.' 

'You can't do that.' Her eyes flash from the cleaning alcohol she is holding, to my eyes and back.