Never Again

Chapter One

Hey there guys! New story, but have written a good twelve chapters so far, so I will update with those as soon as I type them up. However, my laptop is broken, so I have to do it on my phone, which takes a little longer. But! Please enjoy chapter one, and don't be shy- leave comments! Thanks!
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         A few weeks back, my childhood friend, Cassandra, was throwing this party, right? And, living in the Upper East Side of New York, it was packed: rebellious teenagers who were just dying to get drunk, get stupid, and hook up filled every inch of the place. No one could forget these kinds of nights, including me:

        "Eleanor, darling!" I turn my head and find myself looking at my already-tipsy friend.

        "Sandra, already?" I tut. She looks at her bare wrist and slurs,

        "Don't be silly, it's not even that early!" She laughs, and I can't help but go along; even if I tried to make her see reason, she wouldn't even comprehend it, and I'd end up wasting my breath.

        Cassandra Goldberg is just as she sounds: rich. She gets everything she wants, too: money, men, and a good time- she was getting all that tonight.

        Just as I'm about to speak up, a young man comes up to my drunk friend and makes a pass on her.

        "Hello there, I'm-"

        "Move on, pretty boy." Cassandra takes a sip of her bubbly drink, and I stifle my giggles. The boy's face instantly turns red; he looks to the ground and walks sullenly away. Finally letting go of my laughs, I walk up to Cassandra and ask,

        "What was that, huh? You're intoxicated! He's totally your type, and you turn him down without letting him plead his case? For a pew-law student, that wasn't very smart." She just rolls her eyes, playfully nudging my shoulder.

        "Oh, El, dear, I have my eye on someone else." I notice the whole time, she was looking not at me, but over my shoulder. Looking, I see her focus was on a polo-clad man, with blond hair and blue eyes. I quietly scoff to myself.

        "What?" She juts out her hip.

        "Just," I try and choose my words carefully. "Blonde hair, blue yes?" I see her eyes grow wide, but I keep going. "It's just too generic, ya know? And the polo shirt, it's just too preppy for me." I begin to take a sip of my drink when I hear a voice behind me.

        "Too preppy, huh?" I nearly spit out my alcohol; turning around, I find myself standing before the polo-man. Thoroughly embarrassed, I stutter out an apology:

        "Oh, oh my God." My hands fly to my burning face. "I-I..." I become at a loss for words, but he merely chuckles.

        "It's quite alright. I know my style is a bit preppy, but I like it just the same." He smiles, no sense of hurt present. Cassandra takes this time to butt-in per usual.

        "Hello, I am Cassandra Goldberg, and this is my house. Enjoying the party?"

        "I am, now that I've met..." He pauses and looks at me.

        "Oh, umm, I'm Eleanor." I quietly mumble.

        "Now that I've met Miss Eleanor, here." He smiles at me, and out of the corner of my eye, I see Sandra's mouth drop open. She isn't used to being turned down, and I decided to take this chance.

        "And you are?"

        "Matthew Williams." He sticks out his hand and I shake it, but he doesn't let go. "Would you care for a drink?"