(I know I haven't updated in a long time, so this is me trying to make up for it.)
•••Pax's POV•••
I can't say I've been drunk before, so this is definitely new. From what I've heard, this isn't even the worst part though...
As I stumbled and wandered through the maze of sweaty, drunk teenagers, I began to notice that some of this cant be real. The music was bending to my eyes, and I could smell the colors on my shirt.
What the hell?
I accidentally walked right into a very pretty girl, who happened to have a very large boyfriend.
"Little punk!" He yelled, ramming a sizable fist into the side of my head. I pretty much just dropped, hitting some stuff on my way down.
And the weird part is, some of these guys aren't even much older than me... Oh shitaki mushrooms, wake up wake up wake u-
I incoherently rolled slowly to the side, hitting one of the many couches lining the abandoned building. I glimpsed Boyfriend Guy's hand hit the concrete. I winced. I stood up and tried to run, but a strong grip on my shirt held me in place.
"Where are you goin'? I'm not done with you." Said Boyfriend Guy.
"Err, uh, nowhere I just really gotta use the bathroom, so if you'll excuse m-" My sentence was ended by another punch, this time to the gut. It knocked the wind out of me. He hit me over and over, until I was basically a punching bag.
His punches are super predictable...
He threw a wide haymaker at my head, and I ducked. His hand hit a nearby concrete wall, and he screamed. I retaliated by picking up a small side table and smashing it over his head. It was at that moment I realized Boyfriend Guy has friends. Equally big friends. Scary friends. And I was out of side tables. I was about to run when I sharp blow to the back of my head knocked me out cold.
