Everyone is my type | Matt's Story

11. Jasmine or Angela?

Matt's POV

I make my way up to the third floor as Austin told me earlier to join him. I see the back of who I'm guessing is Angela, just the girl I wanted to see.

She turns around, exposing her slightly red eyes due to the amount she's been crying. "Woah what happened?" I wipe a few tears from her face, not knowing what else to do.

She closes her eyes whilst shaking her head then runs past me down the stairs. I look back at her with my mind running wildly.

There are so many things that I should've done better. Why didn't I ask her if she was ok? Why didn't I just hug her? Why didn't I stop her just then and ask her what's wrong? Why the fuck am I still standing here?

I turn back into the room she came out from to have a slight understanding of her tears. I find this guy sat in the corner of the room who I've never seen before covered in blood. Justin, sipping his alcohol, is the only person sat with him. When he sees my face he smirks.

Oh, I knew he'd be involved somehow. Angela's upset face comes back to my mind and the thought that it's because of Justin enrages me. I walk up to him. "What did you do?" I calmly say whilst tensing my jaw.

"Hah, what did I do? Your girlfriend tried to sleep with my mate Ryan here so Austin sorted him out."

Angela warned me not to trust anything that comes out from Justin's mouth so I'm going to stick to that.

"Alright. Let's get him out of here." I look down at Ryan and place his arm around my neck whilst I place mine around his body and heave him up. I'm glad that he's a little bit responsive as he helps me lift him up. I begin to walk slowly out of the room and then find this guy who pulls Ryan away from me. This must be one of his mates. "I'll suggest that you take him to the hospital, he's pretty unresponsive."

He narrows his eyes as he seethes at me with rage. "Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do." And with that, he walks down the stairs.

Damn all I was trying to do was help.

I turn to go back into the room and finally notice how trashed up this place is. What seems to have been a glass table is now in millions of pieces. There are blood and alcohol stained on the carpet which is definitely going to be difficult to wash out. Rowan is going to get fucked.

I turn to Justin. "Where's Austin?" Being as drunk as he is he just points lazily to the bathroom.

I walk up to the door and knock slightly then open it to find Austin who is topless and sat on the toilet seat with Marc beside him carefully checking out his face for damage. Rowan is in the corner of the room stressing out and Alyssa looks exhausted as she's sat on the edge of the bathtub. They're lucky this bathroom is the size of an average room.

Austin turns to me. "Come in." At least he can speak. I do as he says. "What's the time?" He asks.

I look down at my watch. "Quarter past one."

He looks at the floor. "Rowan kick everyone out, about time that we end this party."

Rowan shakes his head as he's bought back to reality. "W-wait what?"

"End the fucking party!" Austin shouts, I've never seen him like this. But it's understandable that he'd have a short temper after he just had a fight.

Rowan jumps out of his skin. "Oh, o-ok." Then he rushes out of the room.

"I'll help him," Marc says as he leaves the room.

"Alyssa go home," Austin demands, still looking at the floor.

She lifts her head up in distress. "Why? No, I'm staying here."