He was the boy on campus everyone strayed from. His looks, his demeanor, his everything was always so dark and formidable. Is there a possibility anyone can change him, or is that who he will be for the rest of his life? Stuck with nameless women, e...
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⇋ I woke up to the sound of the heavy dorm room door swinging open and the bright lights from the hallway shining on my face, shaking me out of my heavily dazed state. I practically sleep like I'm in a coma when I'm drunk like this.
"I'm so sorry, bro! He hunted me down and threatened to send me to the hospital if I didn't bring him here!" West's roommate's semi-familiar voice slightly shook as he defended himself. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and after they did, I found Steele standing threateningly, right behind the man from earlier.
I sat up in the tiny bed in confusion, only to find that my hand had been resting high up on West's still clothed thigh, and that my sweatshirt was raised slightly higher up on my torso than it had been before I fell asleep. I retracted my hand from his body quickly and turned to look at West with disgust and repulsion clear in my facial expression.
"What the hell is happening?" I almost yelled with my frantic question.
"I didn't do anything, you did it yourself!" West exclaimed with a questioning look in his eyes. "We made out a little more before you passed out. I thought you were conscious enough. You just happened to start touching on me before-"
Steele picked me up off of the bed and into the air immediately with his large and warm hands, the task no where near difficult for him. He placed me gently in the middle of the floor as I continued to look West up and down in detest, but from a couple feet away now, thanks to Steele's unasked for actions.
Why do I not remember making out with him more? I don't remember anything after he turned the tv on. I could have sworn that I just fell asleep. Maybe I was more drunk than I thought I was. I must've been.
Tingles spread through my body as Steele placed a gentle hand on my right shoulder, but I pulled away quickly and turned completely around to look him up and down with the same look I had for West cemented onto my face.
His eyes were bloodshot and watery rather than mean and unsympathetic. I can feel in my heart some of the pain he's currently feeling, but I don't give a fuck.
A laugh that was coated in mistrust and nihilism escaped me instead of me saying anything. None of them deserve to hear my words. None of them deserve to hear what I want to say to them.
I sat myself on the ground to put on my shoes as everyone in the room silently watched me. It's just, I truly don't think I have anything to say to either of them anymore. This is all so fucked up. West really probably fucking did something to me while I was passed out and Steele has been psychologically breaking me down for entertainment amongst his friends.
"I didn't do anything to you, Fleur." West hesitantly and worriedly tried to assure me, but Steele took an angry step closer to him.
"Shut the fuck up." Steele's grating voice boomed loudly in the tiny room.
