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the stranger
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Y/N'S POV
"- TO OUR LAST YEAR!" Sue screamed through the loudness of the room.
"Cheers girls!" Mia added.
"- Cheers!" I followed.
We brought our drinks to our lips to drink the strong liquor within. It was my third drink but I already felt my head spinning lightly and I suddenly felt relieved not to have class tomorrow since it was Saturday night.
"- Let's party now," Mia shouted before running into the crowded dance-floor.
I smiled looking at the shameless Asian girl, wondering with who and where was she going to wake up tomorrow morning.
Summer break just ended and monday will be the first day of my third consecutive year at the California College of Psychology and Psychiatry. I lived in the Clairemont neighborhood of San Diego with my two roommates Susan aka Sue and Mia that I both met on the first year. They were the bestest best-friends I could ever asked for.
When I looked around I noticed that Mia was already suck facing a girl and Sue was talking to a tall, blonde guy I had never seen before. I sighed, already predicting a boring evening and decided to go outside, at the front of the house. There, I saw a few people in the grass smoking weed and cigarettes, drinking the strongest alcohol they found or kissing someone they had probably never heard of.
Then, I saw this boy, leaning on a tree, alone in the dark, with a cigarette in his right hand and his phone in the other one. He had curly dark hair and his body was long and thin but so perfect. He was on the phone and he seemed quite angry. His jaw was tensed and his eyes were filled with rage before he noticed something and his expression changed. I realized too late that I was staring at him and he was doing exactly the same.
I lightly gasped, feeling my lungs suddenly running out of air as I escaped from his dangerous and violently attractive gaze and went back inside. Then I decided to drink, again and again. I felt tense or upset or both and I didn't even know why but I knew that only alcohol could make me feel better.
I couldn't stop replaying the scene of the stranger smoking outside, trying to contain his anger on the phone as he saw me.
I suddenly wanted to find him to watch him again. I needed it and once again, I didn't know why. I put my drink on a table, determined to find him again but I was stopped in my tracks when I recognized him a few feet away from me. He was looking right at me like I was the only person in the room. Like I was his prey and he was starving for me. Like I was the rarest thing he had ever seen. And I felt naked, weak and scared. Scared of how much I wanted him to keep looking at me this way. How much I was positively overwhelmed by how he made me feel when he was just a stranger. Literally.
