Eli's POV
"Hey guys, why don't we go to the party everyone's talking about? Relieve some stress from midterms?" Ben suggested.
"That could be fun!" Ruth called from another room, "Especially since our dear little Ellie has been such a hermit lately."
"Oh, please, I'm not a hermit! Also, don't call me that! But a party does sound fun.." I let my voice trail off.
"Then I guess it's settled!" Ben says with a knowing grin. We always do what Ruth says. She just has that affect on people.
I don't really know what to expect of going to a party. It's been a while since I've been to one, so it could be a good opportunity, but I am still somewhat nervous. I am pretty sure I'll be be fine though, since some of my friends will be there. I mean, honestly, what's the worst that could happen?
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We arrived at the party a few minutes ago, and it's going pretty well. Ruth and Ben have both had a few drinks, so I've decided that I'll stay sober in case anything happens.
Looking around the room, I spot a few familiar faces and decide to head towards them, but I'm stopped short by an appalling sight.
It's the girl, but some dude has got his hand gripped firmly around her wrist. She's obviously resisting, yet he's still trying to talk to her. They both look pretty upset. She looks uninterested and absolutely furious, making me question why she's so mad. He, on the other hand, looks desperate and frustrated, as if she has to cooperate with him.
"Nope. Now let. me. go" I hear her say. She sounds absolutely pissed. She looks disgusted with him too. It makes me want to beat him up, and I don't even know either of them.
Before I know what's happening, my feet are moving towards them and I'm ripping his hand off of hers.
"She said back off, creep," I say with obvious distaste.
"Who are you?" Human trash responds.
I resist the urge to smash his face in and reply, "I'm her friend, so go away dude."
I watch him go back into the crowd until I finally look down into her eyes. She's...watching me. Like she is processing information. Her face is blank as she studies me. It's almost an awkward amount of silence before she finally speaks up.
"Thanks," she murmurs, and I'm floored. She is so unique, even down to her voice. I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. I don't even hesitate and respond with a lot of passion, which I wish I could control.
"It was nothing, miss. It just makes me so angry when I see people doing things like that. You obviously were uncomfortable around him and didn't want to be around him, yet he still tried to grab you and wouldn't let you go. People like that piss me off," I say, hoping that I didn't scare her off with all my emotion. "I'm Elijah, by the way, but most people call me Eli." I extend my hand for her to shake it.
"I'm Rosalyn, but everyone calls me Rose," she replies and shakes my hand. I shudder at her touch and hope she doesn't notice, "but really, thank you, Eli, I really appreciate your help."
There's something about this girl that I can't figure out. She's so different, but I honestly am speechless. Over the next couple hours of talking, I found out a lot about her. She doesn't talk much, but whenever she does, it's always the perfect response. She's very intelligent, and just and incredible and beautiful person. Inside and out, which is absolutely amazing. I really like her. I wouldn't say I love her, not yet. We just met. But I do feel something for her. Something good.
