Gone Bad

I'm Bree and I lived in the country. (Not that exciting). I thought life was fine and complete, but that wasn't so. I now live in the city. Have been here for about a week and it's completely different. I don't have many friends, and I guess that is alright with me. (Being in the country for half my life has helped I guess). I don't do much, really. Being a freshman in college hasn't been that exciting. I sit around in coffee shops all day and watch frat boys and girls drunk across the street. So here's when my life got different.

One day it was about 11pm and the shop was closing. I picked up my bag and got ready to leave. I was walking out, and of course there were some junior frat boys walking around. There were four of them, all decked out in black. The first one that caught my eye was the one with dirty blonde hair. He kept digging his hand through his hair and shuffling it upwards. He just stood there staring at me, obviously not frightened at all. The boy next to him was wearing a black bomber jacket with chestnut hair that exactly resembled his eyes. He was tall and had visible tattoos along his collarbone. The other one had brown hair clearly blonde before but faded he also had green eyes that were very visible in the dark. He kept slapping the other next to him with dyed hair and pointing at me. I stood there not able to talk until the boy with dyed hair pushed his way toward me, he tilted his head forward and just stared at me with a smirk across his face. "Freshman,"he said in a low raspy voice. He took his hand out of his ripped jeans and touched my shoulder. It wasn't a light tap but it wasn't aggressive either. The boy with brown hair and green eyes pushed him out of the way and said ,"I'm ashton," until rudely interrupted by the bomber jacket guy saying,"shut the fuck up ashton, you already have a girl." I couldn't take this any longer so I said,"I really got to get going, I have classes tomorrow and need to head to my apartment." It sounded rude, but it was true, I had to get going, I was starving. I started walking off until the boy with the dirty blonde hair reached out. "Wait," he said, "you can't leave, I think you're hot." I turned red and he laughed and quickly smirked right after. He then made sure he ran over his lip ring with his teeth. He was obviously a complete dick. I walked off, making it so that ashton, the bomber jacket guy, and the guy with dyed hair walked away with no interest. But the dirty blonde didn't leave. He kept following me, "I'm not leaving ," he said with his deep accent making sure it was loud enough for me to hear 5 feet ahead. "What do you want," I said. He quickly caught up to me,"I want you to go to the party at the house with me, I see you at the coffee shop everyday, and it seems like you need to have some more fun, join me."