The Good Ones

Lorenzo's Party pt.2

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 Mikey finally had made his way to the other side of what he assumed was Lorenzo's living room, and into the kitchen, which was the place he last saw you.

       He found Walt and asked him if he or anyone had seen you recently or knew where you may have been.

       "Um I thought I saw her with a few people headed to the basement, maybe check there?" Walt replies pouring himself a drink.

       Mikey may have been tightly wrapped around Marisol's finger, but when he heard that you and some of the football team had gone down to the basement to do god knows what, and alone at that, his heart stopped for a second.

       He had begun to grow fond of you ever since really starting to get to know you beginning at the end of your guys' freshman year, up to now. He enjoyed your love for old things, and loves how you hate exercise and wanted to be dragged from your house to his on a skateboard the whole way. But most of all, the same thing he deeply admired about Marisol, your intense passion and diligence.

       Deep down he knew that Marisol would never really see or want him in that way, the way he did her. He knew he never really had much of a chance. But now here you are, out of thin air or something, a girl he never before noticed but is now beginning to seek after.

       Now that he knew you were in the basement with a group of drunk football players after they took you along with them, he was worried he would lose you too before he even had you.

       Little did he know two things, one being you are already wrapped around his finger and the second being, while you had to admit most of the football players were cute and fit, they also were all drunks (all of them pretty much had gotten drunk at the party) and shown once again, the true nature, of at least half of the football team. They have very little, if any, respect for the female gender; they are rude and players. They only care about a girl's looks and status, yet regardless of that fact, will try to take advantage of any girl they think they can, not caring about all the damage that they end up leaving behind in their wake. After the experience that you had you never liked or trusted the certain football player nor his friends again, even if they were extremely hot.

       As soon as Mikey reached the closed door leading towards the basement, all thoughts and feelings about Marisol had been lost; as well as all thoughts, feelings or concern for anything else that didn't have to do with you in the basement with half the football team, maybe even alone. As he walked down those steps only one thing plagued his mind. You.

       With every step he took his heart rate rose a little. He could smell the alcohol wafting off of the drunken boys breaths.

       Meanwhile, Marisol has been the first to leave the party, needing to work early at one of her three jobs in the morning. The party only seemed to get crazier after she left.

       He watched for a second, the majority of the drunken boys playing a childish game of truth or dare with each other in the center of the room; but he quickly looked away once he realized you weren't there. Mikey instead had found you cornered by Matt, the tight end with one hand placed next to your head as he towered over you, who had been making drunken advances on you all night, even when you were with Mikey. He wasn't making flirty comments and things such as that anymore though, instead he was now making physical advances, and forceful ones at that. As Mikey got a little closer he could hear your rapid shallow breathing and saw your eyes squeezed shut with only a single tear making its way, trickling down your face. He could also see how close Matt's lips were to yours and how he continued to forcefully inches his face closer to yours, as if to kiss you.

       By that point Mikey's heart rate was at its highest point with rage and disgust. It didn't take long for him to make his way all the way over to you and in between you and Matt, shoving the much larger boy away from you as he also held his arm out in front of you protectively. 

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