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BRAD'S POV
twelve hours prior
I bounce the tennis ball against the wall of the dorm, waiting for Margo to come back. She had disappeared this morning after our argument. Even when she was being an annoying little bitch she was fucking cute and it was starting to annoy me.
Letting out a sigh, I glance at the clock. It was almost ten and she wasn't back yet, and I was starting to worry. Last time she came back late she was crying her eyes out and I could've sworn my heart hurt a bit.
It was strange because Margo was so annoying she literally drove me insane, she was argumentative and irritating yet I still felt weird around her. I've never felt the way I do around her, around any other person in my life.
The ball doesn't bounce back and I let out a sigh, shuffling off of my bed and pick it up off of the floor before perching myself on the edge of the bed and glancing to the clock again. She still wasn't back and half an hour had passed by.
With another sigh, I stand up and put on some trainers and slip on my jacket before leaving the apartment. I needed some fresh air to get her out of my mind.
I lock the door and shove the key in my pocket, walking out of the campus and to a party that was on at a frat party. I knew that alcohol was a great way of forgetting everything.
I slip into the frat house and go straight to the drinks, taking a can of cider and gulping it down, instantly feeling buzzed as the alcohol runs through my veins.
I take another cider and drink that, too, before making my way to the dance floor. Girls were dancing around in their short dresses and skirts and as soon as I'm there, a blonde comes over and starts dancing with me.
Welcoming the gesture, I place my hands on their hips and move with them, dancing to the song that was playing in the background. I always hated party music, I much preferred Arctic Monkeys and The Wombats, just like Margo did.
Stop thinking about Margo.
The girl I'm dancing with gets closer and closer until her lips are brushing against mine. I close my eyes and wait for her to close the gap, which she does and she moves her arms around my neck as she pulls me closer.
"How about we go somewhere else?" I hum as she rocks her hips against me and she nods desperately before guiding me through the dance floor, her hand squeezing mine while I followed her.
I just needed to get fucking laid.
She takes us up the stairs where it was only slightly less crowded and we move through the hallway, avoiding the other students making out.
She starts to find an empty room and I take in my surroundings, glancing at the people dry humping against the wall until I spot a familiar head of black hair.
I let go of the girls hand and she snapped around, confused, "I almost found us a room."
"You know what? I'm not feeling it right now," I shrug dismissively, my eyes trained on the boy's head as he makes out with a dirty blonde. "So just fuck off."
"You're such an arsehole," she pushed past me and I roll my eyes at her. I'm sure she'd find someone else to have sex with tonight. However, I had a face to punch.
I walk over to the boy and pull him away from the girl, surprising them both. I recognised the girl and I knew she was Margo was friend instantly.
"What the fuck, dude? What's your fucking problem?" He shouts and struggles to get out of my grasp as my fist clenches onto the back of his jacket.
"You're Thomas, right?" I ask with a raised eyebrow. I knew the answer already.
"Yeah, who the fuck are you?"
"I'm gonna make your life a fucking nightmare, that's who I am," I say as calmly as I can. I can't just punch him without him at least trying to provoke me.
"Your Margo's roommate, aren't you?" He chuckles and places a hand against my shoulder. "I'm so sorry for you man, I've heard how much of a bitch she can be sometimes and I know first hand how much of a twat she is. It really must be hard living with her."
I felt my eye twitch at his words. Damn right Margo could be a bitch but I didn't like it when he said it. He didn't even know her properly.
I slam him against the wall, causing him to let out a grunt in surprise at the impact, "listen here, you little fucking dick, stay away from her. You didn't deserve to fucking speak to her because you're a narcissist, egotistical prick. So stay the fuck away from her before I destroy you. Do you understand?"
He doesn't reply and I take that as a yes. I shove him back harder against the wall before letting him go and turning around, shooting the girl a glare.
I can't believe Margo was so broken over two poor excuses of human beings.
"It's not gonna be hard to stay away from an ugly fucking bitch like Mar—"
Before he can finish his sentence, I whip around and punch him straight in the nose on impulse. Blood already trickled out of his nostrils as he bends over, surprised by my actions.
"You dickhead!" He growls and stands up, punching me in the eye. It was a weak punch but I knew there would be a bruise nonetheless.
The girl was screaming at us to stop before the fight escalated but I push him back against the wall, kneeing him in the chest and punching his jaw this time. It was only when I was pulled back that I moved away from the pathetic boy in front of me.
He had the audacity to call Margo ugly and then hit me. He truly did had a death wish.
I rip my body from the grip of whoever was holding me back, glaring down down at him as he's bending over to catch his breath.
"Stay the fuck away from her, do you understand?"
Once again, he doesn't reply and I put my jacket on properly and move out of the hallway, leaving some drunken students surprised and shocked and confused.
I walk back to the dorm. It was still locked like when I left it and I sigh, seeing Margo's bed empty yet an Asda bag laying by the end of her bed. Was she back?
I lock the dorm door again and quietly move over to the bathroom, jiggling the doorknob but it's locked so I knock quietly.
"Margo? Are you in there?" I question, even though I knew she was in there. There's no reply and my lips press into a fine line. "I, uh, I went out earlier that's why I wasn't in. Look, I was hoping we could talk?"
There's no reply and I close my eyes with a sigh before moving away from the door. I strip down into some pyjamas and climb into bed, staring up at the ceiling.
