Take a Chill Pill

Handling Harassment

•Y/N: Your Name
•E/C: Eye Color

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Your POV:
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A tired breath escapes me as I plop down onto the living room couch, which had finally opened up after what felt like hours. My legs ache from all the standing, dancing and getting my feet stepped on by drunk teens, and my head is pounding from all the loud music. One would think I felt miserable, but, honestly, I'm having a lot of fun. I don't regret coming here like I thought I would. I just need a breather after being stuck in such a crowded house for so long.

I might head outside for a little bit later. I saw the backyard has a pool, so it might be nice to dip my feet in for awhile. My eyes drift over to my left, where SQUIP stands beside the couch, messing with that holographic screen again. Upon sensing my eyes on him, the blue supercomputer looks at me to give a quick smile before going back to his business. I then look down at my solo cup and swirl the liquid inside out of boredom.

I'm actually almost tempted to drink the spiked punch. As soon as that thought crossed my mind, however, SQUIP snapped his head towards me to give a warning glare, daring me to do it and see what happens. As his harsh gaze stabs me with invisible daggers, he makes a motion with his hand, taking control of my arm. The limb goes numb as I'm forced to spill out the red liquid into a nearby plant that sits on the long table behind the couch.

'I wasn't actually going to drink it.'

"I'm not taking any chances. You need me aware tonight."

'Whatever, bossman.' I set my empty cup on the table behind me as a guy sits next to me. I spare him a glance, but don't recognize him at all. He can't be much older than me, at least a year or two, and his cheeks are fluorescent red, which probably means he's been drinking a lot; in fact he reeks of the alcoholic punch I just threw away. He has blonde hair with green-hazel eyes, and he is squeezed between me and the person on his right.

I say nothing, though. The position isn't comfortable, since there's hardly any space to breathe, but there's not many places to sit without being stepped on. I ignore the stranger and pull my phone out to check the time. It's almost twelve thirty, but I'm not feeling tired yet, which is good, since I'm guessing SQUIP wants me to stay long. I jump in surprise upon feeling a hand rubbing my thigh and instinctively glare at the culprit sitting beside me. I open my mouth to tell him off only for SQUIP to block my mouth with his hand. I send the supercomputer a questioning look.

'Uh, what are you doing?' Before he could answer, the guy next to me turns and gives a drunken smile.

"Hey, I haven't met you before. What's your name?"

"Uh, Y/N," I answer with uncertainty. I contain a cringe when he squeezes my thigh and leans close. I lean back just slightly before SQUIP prevents me from going any further.

"I'm Elijah. You look pretty cute in that costume," he compliments before eyeing me in a way what makes me want to hide.

"Thanks." I look over at SQUIP with eyes that scream, "help me!". I'm very uncomfortable with the way he's touching me, and all he's doing is standing there, watching.

'What the fuck are you doing?' Again, before he can answer, Elijah speaks.

"You wanna fool around a little?" He asks shamelessly, causing my face to flare red. I go to raise my hand to smack the pervert, but SQUIP takes control of my nerves and forces me wrap my arms around the boy's neck. My heart pounds quickly in panic as the stranger smirks.