Trapped Together

4

Siobhan

"And who are you beautiful mystery girl?" Some drunk guy asked clearly checking me out.

I laughed, "My names Siobhan, I just got here."

"Well, Siobhan, I am Micheal and you are hot." He slurred.

I laughed again. He was certainly not bad looking. He had blonde hair and kinda looked like a surfer.

"So I see your here alone. You gotta boyfriend? I can't imagine any guy letting you out of his sight." He asked, stepping closer.

"No I came here with my roommate but she's off with some guy." I said now suddenly kind of uncomfortable with the lack of distance between us. I mean he is hot but he also gives off major frat boy vibes. Definitely not my type.

"Well then how about you hang out with me?" He steps even closer and tries to put his arm around me.

"I'll have to take a pass on that but thanks for the offer." I rolled my eyes and shoved his arm away.

Suddenly he was pissed, "What you think your fucking better than me or something. Please you know you want-"

Thankfully Naomi cut in, "Actually Micheal I don't think anyone wants you. Now me and Siobhan are gonna go and leave you to wallow in your own shittyness."

Before he could respond we walked away. "Ugh my savior, thank you so much."

"Don't worry I've got your back," Naomi smiled, "Now meet some of my friends."

She led me to a room with graffiti covering every wall. There were a couple beanbag chairs and an old couch that looked like it had been through a lot. Three guys and a girl were sitting there drinking and smoking.

"Hey guys this is my new roommate, Siobhan. She just got here and is officially my new best friend," Naomi laughed, "Siobhan this is Conor, Emmie, Jake, and Liam."

Emmie and Jake, who were in a passionate make out session, took a breath to say hi. Conor, who Naomi had already told me about, smiled and pointed at an empty beanbag chair. I could see why Naomi liked him so much. With his long hair, he looked almost like a 90s heartthrob.

Liam, on the other hand, was something entirely different. He was muscular but still lean with black hair and tan skin. But what really stood out were his eyes. He had bright green, blue eyes that stood out against his darker complexion. They reminded me of the ocean...and Patrick.

Instantly I knew I had to stay away. I was not going to let this happen again. Let some guy destroy my life.

I was almost relieved when he gave me a weird look then went back to drinking his beer. A little offended that he barely even noticed me but still relieved.

"S0 you wanna beer?" Conor asked.

"Yea I'd love one. I'll take anything you have." He handed me a bud light and took a sip.

"So where ya from?"

"I'm from New York City. How about you?"

"Oh thank god someone else from the city, I have truly been struggling here by myself. I'm from Queens. Naomi, as I'm sure you already know, is from New Jersey. Liam's from Boston. Emmie and Jake are both from Georgia." Conor replied.

I smiled, "I'm from Manhattan but pretty much stayed wherever for the past year or so. I actually spent a couple months living in Queens."

"We are gonna get along great." Conor and I laughed.

Conor, Naomi and I talked and drank for a while. Jake and Emmie would give their input every once and awhile but were pretty preoccupied with each other. Liam barely spoke but I kept seeing him stare at me every once and a while. I hated it. Not because it made me uncomfortable but because it made me excited. I hated that I couldn't stop staring at him at either. He was gorgeous. Everything about him was dark. His hair, his clothes, his tattoos. But then there was those eyes. There was something about them that was so complicated. They were angry yet sad. I couldn't stay away from them.

Stop it Siobhan. You know he isn't good for you. No one is. You cannot let anyone into your life like that. You only risk being hurt or someone hurting them. I got up to grab another drink. God I really had told myself I would not drink to much. Well too late.

When I grabbed my drink that guy, Micheal, stopped me. Even more drunk than before he grabbed my arm in a way that sent me into a flashback. A flashback of the night that destroyed everything. That was when the panic set in. I felt my heart beat out of my chest. This is what happened last time. Oh god not again. I felt like I would collapse.

Then in a split second that panic morphed into something much worse. Anger.

"Look who it is." Micheal slurred barely even able to get the sentence out.

"If you do not get your arm off of me right now I will fucking kill you."

"Please, you won't do shit." Micheal said with a laugh so sinister it gave me chills. He then started to pull me out through a back door.

When we got through the door, I was so angry I couldn't even see. Everything was blurry. I grabbed Micheal's arm and twisted till I heard something crack. Then I started to beat the shit out of him. He put up a decent fight and he was much bigger than me. But this wasn't exactly my first fight with someone stronger than me. I know how to use that to my advantage.

Suddenly someone had grabbed my arms. I turned around and was met with those eyes. They stared at me with an emotion I can't seem to figure out.

"Fucking piece of shit," he muttered, "Micheal get the fuck out of here or I'll finish was she started."

Micheal scrambled from the ground and got up. He then started running back toward the dorms.

"Shit...shit. I shouldn't have done that. Fuck. What am I gonna do?" I said to myself realizing what I had done as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Nothing. He deserved it. I saw what happened, Siobhan. The fucking coward had it coming." Liam said staring at me like he could barely believe I was there.

"No, you don't get it. After what happened I-I can't get into any trouble. If he tells anyone I'm done." Shit I was going to jail.

"Hey your okay. Your fine. He won't tell anyone. If he does he has to snitch about the party. He's an asshole but he's not a snitch." Something about Liam made me believe it. As I began to calm down I noticed how close we were. Just one more step and our faces would basically be touching.

He was staring at me with those eyes and I was essentially frozen. Then he took a step closer. He then moved his gaze to my lips. We stood there for what felt like an eternity. It felt like we were in a bubble. Just the two of us, together.

Then he put his arms around my waist. I felt sparks the minute he touched me. That was when I realized that this was real. I took a few steps back.

"I-um-I have to go. Sorry."