Opposites.

01. Meeting.

I brushed past the many people surrounding the two boys. Everyone was chanting for them to fight. One of the boys gave in to the chanting with no hesitation by throwing a punch.

"Who do you think is going to win?" Someone asked me.

"I don't know." I answered, completely uninterested in who will win, but more of who's going to end it. "Someone needs to stop them." I yelled over the loud music.

The boy kept throwing punches at the other, blood covered his face and he was barely able to move.

"Enough already! He's done." A girl shouted. The curly haired boy looked up at all the people gathered around, but his eyes stopped on me. I was frightened as my eyes met his.

"You can all get back to doing whatever." He shouted, making everybody leave the yard and back into the house. "We're done here, I hope you learned your lesson." He growled. The boy on the ground finally caught his balance and walked out of the yard. I was too scared to move, I wanted to, but I didn't have the strength to. His eyes met mine once again, but this time he walked towards me. "Do you want to dance?" He asked.

I looked at his blood stained hands, not saying a word. "I'll take that as a yes." He smirked. I was too scared to deny him, too scared to say a word. He grabbed my hand and brought me inside. "Are you alright?" He asked. I nodded my head quickly, still not letting a word slip from my mouth. "Talk." He ordered.

"S-sorry." I managed to get out.

He chuckled. "What's your name, beautiful?"

"Shea Lynn." I answered, this time without stuttering.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He smirked. "I'm Harry." His raspy voice made him sound a bit more intimidating.

"I need to go now, my friends are waiting." I lied.

"I don't think so." He pulled me closer, holding me tighter. I quietly whimpered as his hands reached farther down my back and to my butt. It was uncomfortable being pressed up against a guy that nearly just beat someone half to death, my boobs against his chest, and his hands on my butt.

"Stop it." I quietly said.

"Stop what?" He asked, squeezing it a little.

"Th-that." I stuttered. I felt his chest vibrate, and heard a laugh escape from his lips. "Please." I begged. He finally let go and held my waist.

"You don't like it?"

"No. It makes me feel uncomfortable." I confessed.

"You're different." He finally loosed his grip, letting me move back a bit from his chest.

"Thanks I guess." I muttered. 

"Do you live around here?"

"Kind of." I left out details. "Do you?"

"Yeah. How come I've never seen you around before?" He switched the subject.

"I don't know, I don't usually go to parties." I admitted.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" He questioned.

"No."

"Perfect." He smirked, then pressed me against a wall, kissing down my neck.

"Stop." I moaned. He smirked, pleased with the reaction he got out of me, then continued. "Please stop it." I begged. He released his soft lips from my neck and moved them to my lips, forcing his to mine roughly. I squirmed in his grasp in attempt to get out, no luck. "Stop it, Harry." I said as he pulled back. He finally let go of me, I couldn't move. I could, but I didn't want to. I was frightened, scared of what else he would do.

"I like challenges." He said before walking away.

I rushed over to Claire, Cherris, Rebecca and Mona. I breathed heavily, out of breath from running so much. "Shy, what happened?" Mona asked.

"We have got to get out of here." I rushed my words.

"Why?" She questioned.

"Just listen to me, please." I begged.

"Fine, but you're telling me later." I nodded, knowing I have no choice.

"I have to go to the bathroom first though." I said before quickly making my way up the stairs and into the long hallway where the bathroom sat at the end of. I walked with my head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I suddenly bumped into a large muscular man. "I'm so sorry." I mumbled, then looked up to recognize the sparkling green eyes and curly hair.

"It's fine, baby." He winked. "You know, I never got your number."

"I-I know." I stuttered, trying to make my way past him. He caught a hold of my arm and held me there for a minute as he searched my body for my phone, finally finding it in my front pocket of my jeans. He reached in, his hand dangerously close to my crotch, and grabbed it. I stood there, unknowing of what to do. He typed in a few numbers, then I heard a vibration coming from somewhere; his jeans. He now has my number and I can't get it back.

"Thanks." He finally released my arm, slipping my phone back into my pocket. I took the chance to run down the stairs, pushing past the people around and making my way back to the girls.

"Come on, we have to go!" I yelled, pushing them out the door and running to Claire's car.

"What's wrong, Shy?" She asked, refusing to unlock her car until I told her. Harry walked past us and to his car, looking at me as he passed and smirking at my breasts which I had just noticed were revealing quite a bit.

"That." I said, looking directly at Harry. They all turned their attention to where I was looking, and their mouths hung open as the attractive, curly haired boy had passed us.