It was loud, almost too loud. I hummed a little and mouthed to Clair, she wasn't paying attention to me so I slowly inched back from the middle of the party. I was almost outside of the room when a boy knocked into me, spilling his drink all over my shirt.
"What the hell, walk often?," I yelled so he could hear me. He shrugged and rolled his eyes at me, "Chill, it was an accident," He muttered, loud enough so I could hear him.
I sighed loudly and wiped off the liquid from my black shirt. I reeked of whatever concoction the bartender had thrown together. I bit my lip as the boy ran to the kitchen. I dried myself with a sweatshirt laying on the floor that someone had forgotten and walked from the room, leaving the boy. I walked through the long hallway to the upstairs part of the house. I could hear the loud blaring rap music from the living room I had left and walked past rooms occupied with horny couples. I groaned and walked into a vacant room; the walls were grey, a hockey jersey was pinned to the wall. I was sure it was a boy's room, probably the host's since boys were the only people who could through such big parties. I scanned the room for an identification of the host since I had been dragged here by my best friend and not told who's house we would be destroying. There were no pictures on the wall, just famous hockey player's faces gleaming from victories. I spotted a backpack in the corner of the room that looked like it had been thrown in an attempt of hurry. I unzipped the black bag to find binders full of Calculus Homework. I saw a name scribbled at the top of one of the "Infinite Sequence and Series" homework problem sheets. I could barely make out the messy scrawl but came to a conclusion that the name read out, "Maddox." A peculiar name. His last name was not written and I could spot three or four incorrect answers.
"What the hell are you doing?," A deep voice called through the room.
"Shit," I muttered under my breath, I had been caught. I turned around only to see the klutz who had dropped his drink onto me a few minutes earlier.
"Oh. It's you," He scoffed. He rolled his eyes and shoved the napkins that were probably for me into the back pocket of his ripped, blue jeans. He had probably worn them in an attempt to be rebellious. I bit my tongue and shoved the paper back into his backpack.
"Maddox, right?," I asked.
"Yeah.. and you are-"
"Cleo." I cut him off, but not really, knowing he wouldn't know what my name was. He nodded his head slowly.
"Why did you leave the party?," He asked self consciously. He probably thought he had thrown a bad one, and boy he was right.
"It was boring. The music was too loud, an idiot dropped his drink on me and a drunk teenager threw up right next to me; that's why I left," I said matter of factly and shrugged my shoulders.
He laughed at the third part of my statement perhaps and closed the door behind him. I tensed a bit and walked near the window to peer out. It was late, probably one in the morning and I was getting drowsy.
"Look, sorry I came into your room I just wanted some fresh air. I'm just going to leave and let you be in peace," I laughed nervously and tried to open the door.
"Oh, you're not going anywhere you slut," He chuckled. Alarms went off in my head as I tried to push him from the door. His hands felt up and down my back, I tried to push him away. He had a strong grip around my waist but I stomped down onto his foot. He whimpered a little but didn't let go of me. I screamed as he threw me onto the bed violently. He lied on top of me kissing my neck as I struggled to get him off of me.
"Get the fuck off me, you pervert!," I screeched. He covered my mouth as he pulled down my shirt. I kneed him in the stomach as he clamped his hand down onto my waist and unzipped my pants. I cried out, tears rolling down my face, "SOMEONE HELP ME." The door clicked open and a tall boy with black hair rushed in, "Get the hell off of her man," He groaned. The boy ripped Maddox off of me held him in a headlock. Maddox tried to wriggle from his grip. The boy motioned for me to leave as I pulled up my shirt and zipped my pants. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and stood up. I wasn't leaving until I beat the shit out of this bastard. I punched Maddox's nose, blood gushed from it. He wailed as the boy held him down. I hit him with an uppercut and a jab to the stomach. He seemed to be in a lot of pain because the boy opened the door and kicked him out. Maddox crawled out of the door. He stained the white carpet with a stream of blood and the boy then slammed the door. I hunched over onto the bed gasping for air. The boy sat down next to me not sure of what to do. I was in a state of a lot of emotions so I hugged him, "Thank you." He hugged me back as tears rolled down my cheek. I wiped them away quickly as each one fell.
***
It was early in the morning and I guessed I had fallen asleep in the arms of a stranger when I could feel the bright light falling onto my face. The boy was asleep, my head lying on his chest. I rubbed my eyes as my mind collected the events that had taken place the night before. I glanced at an alarm clock next to the bed which read, "12:02". I sat up and stretched. The boy woke up, his eyes fluttered open and he locked eyes with me. I looked down, ashamed.
"I'm Maddox by the way," He whispered.
"I thought that guy's name was Maddox?," I asked confused.
"No, I guess he lied to you," He shrugged and stood up from the bed. I eyed him, he was strikingly handsome. It was difficult to make it out last night in the dark but I could see him clearly now. His dark eyes seemed to call for me, his black hair a mess from the bed.
"I'm Cleo," I smiled.
