Fight For Me (Evan Peters Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

*Loud music blasts through speakers, filling noise around the house*

If talking to a person in an open, clean environment was an issue for me, then a PARTY is basically the death of me. I walked around the room full of crazy drunk men and women, avoiding all messy situations as possible. Beer pong at one end, strip poker at another, and quarters at the kitchen counter, this mansion was a mess. I couldn't walk anywhere without being splashed by beer, bumped into by a half nude alcoholic, or breathed on by a pothead. This place disgusted me but if it makes my mom happy for some odd reason, then why not.

"Hey can I get you a beer?" Some stubby man asked me. He was wearing a striped polo with jeans and had the ugliest short hair cut I have ever seen on a guy. He had jet black hair gelled back into a "look-at-me-I'm-a-douche" hairstyle, and he had creepy eyes that would occasionally twitch once in a while if you watched carefully.

"Um, actually I'm fine with this one, but thanks." I pointed to my bottle of Mike's hard lemonade. This was my favorite drink because it doesn't contain too much alcohol in it, and actually tastes good.

"Aw come on! Let's get you a little more drunk! I think you need just a little push!" He then grabbed my waist and pulled me towards his side and dragged me over to the beer pong table. I actually have a history of being quite the "pong player" but tonight I did not feel the need to hack up my insides.

"You know, um I'm fine. You can play and I'll watch." I hesitantly stated.

"Naw! YOU are joining me, so we can get a little weird upstairs if you know what I'm saying!" He twitched his eyes and looked at me very flirtatiously, but these eyes did not work on me. It actually disgusted me, if anything.

"No, sorry I actually have to um go." I said, just doing anything to get out of this situation. I turned around and headed for the door squeezing past the crowd.

"BITCH COME BACK HERE OR ELSE I WILL WHIP YOUR ASS!" He exclaimed and laughed out loud. I felt so terribly threatened by these words that I pushed everyone in the way and ran as fast as I could. As soon as I passed the staircase, only a few feet from the front door, I felt his hand grab me by my arm, yanking it, as he picked up my whole body upstairs.

"NO! LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS! HELP! HELP!" The volume of the crowd and music altogether did not help my case at all. I tried to reach for my phone, but when I did, he grabbed it from me and in that moment, my phone buzzed.

"Hey it's Evan! How are things over there?" He read in a kiddish tone.

"GIVE THAT BACK! YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

"You know what, YOU'RE THE BITCH! YOU ARE MY BITCH!" He yelled and tried to strip off my clothing violently.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" With all of my anger built up towards him, I threw a hard hit straight to his jaw leaving a bloody mark. My knuckles hurt terribly as well, leaving us both in pain.

"You are gonna pay for that, you little bitch." The hit gave me a few seconds to run, so I grabbed my shirt, covered it in front of my body and ran downstairs as fast as I could. When I opened the front door, Evan was surprisingly standing there. A split-second went by as we both stopped and starred at each other. The douche-haircut guy then grabbed my waist and pulled it towards him again. I screamed and tried to hit him again but failed miserably. Out of nowhere Evan swung a huge hit across his jaw, knocking a couple teeth out, blood flying everywhere. That left the douche unconscious, so Evan grabbed my hand and lead me downstairs, running out the front door.

"I learned that from 'Never Back Down'" He uttered through his breath.

"Max Cooperman, you are one hell of a champ." I replied, knowing that was his characters name in the movie. We both laughed and headed towards his house.