Time Goes By [COMPLETED]

chapter 10: part 2

*continuing flashback*

Nic's POV

After our kiss in the kitchen, Grace took me to the living room were everything was pushed closer to the wall, so people can have space to dance. She begged me to dance with her and I couldn't say no to those puppy eyes.

People downgraded me with their shameless looks as I passed them with Grace holding my hand. I can't help but to look down. Not in fear but from the pain that follows. I don't want them to see how their judgments hurts me. If I looked up and caught their eyes then they would see the pain inside and I'm not letting that happen. If I did then I would be in more shit then I already am. Their torture is enough, specially when Grace is not around; They would jump straight at the opportunity.

Even though I act like I can't see them spitting behind the trail I walk on, it doesn't mean I'm not affected. It hurts because those people don't even know me, yet they try everything to make me feel worthless. For them I'm different and different is no good.

After dancing with Grace over a half hour, very awkwardly since I can't dance to save my life, I left to get us some drinks. I entered the kitchen and saw people doing body shots. I grimaced subtly and looked away. What kind of game is this? And why is everyone licking each other? It's disgusting. What if the person you're licking hasn't showered for a week or two? I shudder from just the thought of it.

I walked pass the crowd that surrounded them and took a beer and a water bottle from the fridge. The beer for Grace and the water bottle for me. I don't feel like drinking at all. I don't like to drink nor to smoke nor to dance nor to party. I'm a pretty lame person. I would rather stay home watching Netflix and chill or play with Matthew a little bit or maybe read something, just not partying. It's not my thing.

I was about to walk back to the living room when a guy put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me towards the massive crowd who were all watching them horny asses do body shots. "I got a volunteer!!" The guy screamed at the crowd who've gone crazy. A Volunteer?? I panicked and pushed him away but I couldn't run since I was already surrounded by all the students, watching and filming. The heck? I'm being forced and they don't even notice. Or maybe they do but they just don't care.

A girl pushed me back as I started to push to get away but to no avail, I couldn't escape. Where the hell is Grace when I need her?

Two guys tried to take my shirt off as I punched them square on the face, I thought I succeeded until I was out numbered by another guy and two girls. They held me trapped by my arms and legs. One of the girls took the lemon and tried to push it between my lips but she ended up, squeezing it on my left eye. I screamed for the first time since the encounter began.

They all stopped and stepped away as I hissed in agony. One of the guys pushed me out of the kitchen saying "Such an uptight bitch." I ran away from the kitchen, trying to find the bathroom to rinse my eye. It stung like hell.

My vision was blurry as I felt like crying and breaking down but I didn't. I just kept walking while struggling to find my way. I bumped on people and they cursed at me, and one of them pushed me on the floor and told me to watch it.

I stood up and asked a guy leaning against the wall, where the bathroom is. He was wearing all black and smoking a cigarette. He gave me a weird look and pointed to the door far on the left. I told him thanks and he just nodded his head.

I turned, walking again. More like stumbling since I have both of my eyes blurred up now. My eyes stung so bad that tears fell from my eyes but I whipped them away. I found the bathroom door and reached for the handle. I was about to enter the bathroom, when I felt someone grabbing my hair and slamming me on the wall. I fell on the cold floor and felt a pounding on my head. What the hell is wrong with these people? "Wait on the line!!" I looked up as a random girl shouted at me and pointed at the five people behind her.