How He Broke

The Party

I felt out of place surrounded by erotic, sex crazed teenagers. They crowded the living room; sweaty bodies sloppily grinding against one another. I sat on the couch crushed against one side due to the excessive amount of people who were also sitting on it, all seeming to use the space for a different reason. The couch was meant to sit four people comfortably, five max; yet somehow eight people managed to squeeze in, two of which sat partially in a small space while the rest of their bodies crushed someone else's. The pressure of all the bodies against one another made me feel like my hips would shatter any second. "Want some?" A shaggy haired boy asked me drunkenly, his eyes red as he offered me a white wrapped substance. One end was burning, a stream of smoke spilling from it, the smell reminding of a skunk.

"No thanks." I shook my head, declining his offer.

"Suit yourself." He laughed, putting the end that wasn't burning in his mouth, sucking in. I watched as he passed the substance to the person on his right; smoke spilling from his mouth.

Beside him, a girl sat on another guys lap, blowing the smoke into his mouth as they both laughed. On the other side of them was a boy with a mop of dirty blonde waves and dark piercing eyes and rather fair skin. He was stuck between the smoking couple, and another couple that was basically having sex with their clothes on. He seemed relaxed, like he really didn't care about the people dry humping each other to his right. I watched as the couple smoking offered the substance to him. He nodded, taking it.

He held the substance to his lip, hollowing his cheeks before expelling the smoke. He did this action another time before offering it to the couple to his right.

Much to my surprise, they actually stopped to take it from him.

"Dude! You gotta get upstairs!" A boy whose eyes were also bloodshot yelled in excitement to the boy beside me. "Someone brought blow!" He added.

"Someone brought snow? Fuck yeah! C'mon guys." The guy beside me said, getting up.

The couple beside him followed, making my hips feel like they'd been freed from being turning completely to dust. I glanced over at the shaggy haired boy, unintentionally making eye contact.

I looked away, my cheeks heating up.

"Hey!" He yelled over the loud music, sliding over beside me.

"Hi!" I yelled back, my eyes continuing to stare down at my beat up high-tops.

"I'm Tate." He said, sticking his hand out above my lap, forcing me to acknowledge him.

"Sage." I took his hand, shaking it. I looked up, making direct eye contact with him. He smiled, showing his dimples.

I felt my heart skip a beat. I saw his lips moving, but I couldn't make out the words over the noise. He laughed, or at least I assumed he did due to the way he wrinkled his nose.

He leaned in towards me, placing a hand on my knee for balance as he got closer to me, "Do you want to go outside?" He somehow managed to whisper into my ear, still audible over the loud music.

I hesitated. I've never gone out with someone I didn't know. I guess he noticed my hesitation because his next words made me even more embarrassed.

"Look, I'm not going to kill you, okay? I just want to go outside to away from the music so I can actually hear myself think." He reassured. "And I kinda figured based on your body language that maybe you'd like to get away from it all too."

He was right, this wasn't my scene at all. The only reason I was here was because-

"So? Are you coming with me for some fresh air? Or are you staying in here?" Tate asked, breaking me from my thoughts.