Psy-chik

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We're at Brendon Davis's party.

"You didn't tell me it was his party!" I scolded Eva as we strolled into the large house. Flipping her long hair, she turned to face me with a scowl.
"It happened two years ago, Jess. You need to get over it."
"I knew I shouldn't have took her here..."

Damn right you shouldn't have. I thought angrily. "Yeah, you're right." I clenched my jaw.

"No, I'm not." Eva admitted dryly. "I'm sorry about what happened between you two." She applied a pink shade of lip gloss onto her lips. "But it's a party, you don't even have to talk to him!"

If she were anyone else, I'd storm out dramatically, or kick her in her lipstick addicted, makeup caked face, but I can't lose her. If I did, I lost my "popularity," I lose my quote on quote, "friends." And the next thing you know, there's rumors about me all over school. I hate to say it, but before Eva, I was just another lonely geek.

"Eva and Jess!" A girl named abigail stumbled towards us. Abigail was very short, about five feet, with shoulder length blonde hair and a baby face. It was hard to see her drunk out of her mind when she looked twelve years old. She did have an Amazing body, I'll admit.
"Hey Abby!" Eva said, uninterested. I smiled warmly at her and prayed nothing happened to her tonight. I followed behind Eva, pushing past all the drunken teens. She always insisted on arriving late to parties, to "make an enterance."
I sucked in a breath and turned around quickly when I saw who was coming our way.

"HEY, hey, hey, Jessaline!"

Too late. It was him.

Shivers ran down my spine as I turned around to face his piercing green eyes. It frustrated me how he could just act like nothing happened.
"She still looks good..." He thought.

she still looks good... she still looks good....
The thought bounced around my head, and soon it was the only thing I could hear in my pounding head. It repeated over and over until I had to escape, go anywhere but this place. That night repeated over and over in my head every night I closed my eyes. The nightmares never went away. They will never go away, and here he is, smiling as if he just climbed fucking mount everest. I could have done something to stop it, I could have told somebody. But who? I'm pretty sure Eva wouldn't give two shits. He opened up his arms and began inching closer to me. I could smell the alcohol and other drugs on his yellow and blue varsity jacket. His brown curls tickled my neck as he whispered, "I'm sorry."
I felt tears welling in my eyes. He was hugging me with the same muscular arms that pinned me down on his bed forcefully, the same ones that undid my dress and shoved me against the wall, Before I even realized it, I was out of his arms and pushing past the crowd of people. somebody spilled their drink on me, but I didn't care. Not right now.

"Jess!"

"what the hell is wrong with her?"

"I never liked that girl."

"I swear to god if she wasn't associated with that bitch Eva I'd punch her in the face!"

"Damn, she's  hot."

Please stop the thoughts. Please. Please.

I ran and ran up the stairs that seemed endless, finally reaching a room with it's door shut. There was a sign that read "stay out," but I ignored it, too upset to even care. As soon as I was alone, I ran into the bed and plugged my ears, drowning out everything. I fucking hate my ability. I freaking hate Brendon.
I couldn't stand being in front of that jerk face. That rapist. I can't face him and act like things are peachy keen. It's not, and It never will be. Once the tears finally stopped falling, I looked around, realizing that I had no idea where the hell I was. Who's room was this? Brendon's house was monster sized. It didn't take eyes to see that he was completely loaded. Of course I'd been here tons of times before, but since then it seemed like the house doubled in size.
I sniffled quietly and scanned the light blue walls, admiring the picture frames that hung neatly in rows on all sides of the room. Rather than actual family photos, there were pictures of random things, such as trees, shadows, the sky, you name it. My thumb traced over a picture of what looked like the New York city skyline. It was beautiful.

Jesus, those sloppy teens better stay out of my room.

I stopped in my tracks as I listened to heavy footsteps come closer to the room I was in. In came a guy who looked about in his 20's, with jet black hair and hazel eyes to match, catching me in my attempt to hide in the closet.

"Snooping, eh?" He smirked, crossing his bulky arms. Shit.

I raised my chin and crossed my own arms, something Eva told me to do if I wanted to come off as bitchy, because apparently, bitchy is sexy.

"Who is this bitch?" He thought.

"I'm not a b-" I started, but stopped when he raised an eyebrow. "I-I'm not a big fan of.."

"Of?" He questioned.

"Of.... Parties." I paused, looking a another one of the pictures. "If this Is your room, I'm guessing that you're his brother."

The guy wrinkled his nose and huffed under his breath. Looks like I'm not the only one with an unwanted connection to that dipshit. "Stepbrother, yes. And you are?"

Stepbrother? His parents split? I wonder who the stepdad is...
"I'm J-"

"And more importantly, what are you doing in my room?"

"If you would stop cutting me off, that would be awesome." I rolled my eyes, flopping down on his bed. "I got upset and I needed a quick escape. I was too mad to actually see where I was going. But since you're being such a knit dick about it, I'll get out, now."

"Stay."

I furrowed my eyebrows at his thought. It was like it was aimed directly at me.
Stay? I ran a hand through my hair, slowly inching towards the door.

"Stay." He voiced. "I'm not a big fan of parties either."

"Oh really?" I tease, sitting back down on his King sized bed. It was so comfortable that I could fall asleep on it this instant, if I wanted to. "Then why are you here?"

He raised an eyebrow at my words, but replied anyways. "I live here. And besides, somebody needs to look after him... and the house. What's your excuse, ms. Sadness?"
Before I could speak, he cut me off. "Let me guess, you saw your boyfriend kissing anther girl? Too much to drink? Best friend leaked your nudes-"

"Fuck off!" I tried to hold back the waterfall of tears that threatened to pour out of my eyes. Shit shit shit, not now. Not again. I sucked in a breath and closed my eyes. I will not cry.

"Shit, she's sensitive."

No fucking shit, I wanted to scream.

"Are you okay?" He tapped on my shoulder.

"You know, we can either hide out in your fucking room and avoid social interaction, or you can insult me and get decked in the face. Your choice!"

"Woah, I clearly hit a nerve."

"Shut the hell up."

"Make me."

"I don't even know you."

He nodded slowly and sat beside me, leaning down to look at me. "I'm Usif."
While up close to him, I saw how truly beautiful he really was, with his full pink lips, long curly eyelashes, hazel brown eyes, and curly hair.
"Usif." I repeat.

"Yep!" He exclaimed, bouncing off of the bed. "Now when do I get to know your name, Missy?"

"Wow," I chuckled at his choice of wording. "You must be pretty old."

"I'm actually 21- just turned 21 as a matter of fact. But enough about me, who are you?

"Jess, 18, turning 19 in May. Senior."

"God, she's beautiful."

I smile at him, relieved that he wasn't in fact hitting on me, but actually getting to know me. A lot of guys didn't do that.

"Tell you what, Jess. How bout we get out of here?"

I snorted at his offer. Why would I leave with a guy who not only is older than me, but is Brendon's brother? I shook off the thoughts. What am I kidding, he's totally gorgeous.

"Sure. Where to?"