Lost

Chapter.2.

I open a room and it is filled with books, from wall to wall. I pick up a copy of Hamlet off the book shelf, the pages are worn and there are lots of sticky notes within the pages.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?"  A booming voice came from behind me, Jace.

"I was looking for the rest room and I was opening doors and I came across this one and I thought it was a Library." I ramble on. "So you like Shakespeare?"

"The bathroom the right before the stairs on the right." He snags the book out of my hand. I left his room, not looking back, tears stinging my eyes. I enter the bathroom and it's surprising clean. I sit on the edge of the tub gasping for air, these people are so mean. I hear a knock at the door making my heart jump.

"Lottie?" A deep tense voice calls through the door, Jace.

"Y-yeah." I stutter turning on the sink, wetting my hands in cold water and pressing them against my face.

"I need to piss." I look at myself in the mirror, my pale skin blotchy, red patches under my eyes and along my neck, my blue eyes blood shot.

"I'll be right out!" I manage to say. I turn the water off and I unlock the door.

"Took you long enou-" he pauses when I open the door. I leave the bathroom and head for the front door, it was cold once I opened the door. Goosebumps poking through my skin. Maybe if I'm lucky the busses are still running. I look at the time it's 8, and it's already dark out, I started walking towards the dorms.

"Lottie?" Jace calls walking towards me. I ignore him and keep walking. "Lottie," is voice filled with impatience. "Charlotte!" I turn around.

"What do you want?" I stop in my tracks, not looking back.

"I'll give you a ride home." He stops behind me, breathless.

"No, I'll be fine." I start walking again.

"You know what, fine." He said then ran back  the party. I'm glad he's gone I was tired of him. I look at my phone and it's almost midnight. I wonder if Mason is still up. I miss him,I miss the way he had his khaki pants perfectly ironed, the loafers in his feet, and the smell of the cologne I bought him for Christmas. I decide against messaging him and kept walking. I heard a car slowly coming up behind me, scaring me almost, I start to walk faster. I hear the window squeal as it's being rolled down.

"Lottie, please get in the car." Jace calls driving next to me.

"You scared the shit out of me, you can't just go and drive slowly behind someone at midnight!"  exclaim, yelling at him.

"Now, imagine if it wasn't me and it was someone actually harassing you?" He spits with venom.

"You have already harassed me enough and I only met you a few hours ago! I already loathe you."

"You, loathe me? Good. Now get in the goddamned car, it's getting colder and granted you're wearing that thick grandma skirt you shouldn't be out here!"

I stop in my tracks, why does he even care? "Why?"

"It's not safe, there are people out at this time of night that want to hurt people like you." He explains his tone soft as he turns the car off.

"Promise you'll leave me alone?" I practically plead.

"Yes." He rolls his eyes.

"Pinky Promise?" I hold up my pinky to his window.

"Yes, pinky promise." His warm finger wrapped around my cold finger, his rings cold against my skin. I look up into his eyes, his eyes a light grey at this point. Our eye contact is intense, studding each other, the way he plays with his black lip ring ring and the tattoos poking from under the leather jacket he had on. I walked around the car and got in. His car smelled of his cologne, stale cigarettes with a hunt of mint.