Rosie || h.s.

1.6- Rosie

the night had started okay. well okay enough for how it was when I was alone in a car with max Arnold.

I'd been out with him only twice and both times were never because I wanted to but because my parents made me. this would be the first time I was going out on my own free will, and even if I didn't want to go I felt I had to. I wanted him to leave me alone, learn how boring I really was, how much of a lost cost I was in the whole sex department.

and the drive was fine. even when there at his place with his friends making jokes it was fine. but he handed me a drink passed down from another one of his guy friends and told me to drink from it.

"no thank you," I smiled pushing it away lightly.

"babe drink it," he smiled but his smile was all but kind, his friends laughing in the closed circle we were in.

I noticed how utterly small I was compared to all of them, standing at 5'1, petite, and definitely not strong what so ever I felt fear finally sink in. I noticed then why wasn't usually that scared of max was because I had my six-foot best friend always around to stop anything. and as max put an arm around my shoulder leaning down to whisper in my ear I could almost remember this exact same thing happening at the school.

"drink from the fucking cup," hot sour breath in my ear as I felt myself stiffen.

I was going to hold my ground, I wouldnt drink from the cup no matter how hard they tried.

"come one rose we-"

"It's Rosie," I stated to one of his friends. I only ever let fletcher call me that.

"rose we all drank from it." he continued ignoring what I had said all together.

"no," I state once more but I was wavering, I was scared but I wasn't going to let it ruin my senses.

"drink from the fucking cup Rosie," max says and when I shake my head he moved, biting his lip. he moved away about to break the circle when he turned around and threw the cup at me as if pitching for a baseball game. it was nothing but plastic but it hurt bouncing off my chest the content spilling down my face and dress, all over. my eyes were burning, my nose overrun by the intense smell of whatever was in the cup.

and his friends laughed, one clapping him on the back and I just stood not knowing what had happened, trying to blink away the pain I had in my eyes.

"that's one way to get it in her mouth," one joked and I didn't know what to do.

I couldn't stay, couldn't call fletcher or Ashton who would tell fletcher because he was with fletcher and I only had one other number on my phone.

he showed up so fast and the second I saw him I felt so bad for having asked in the first place. he looked so upset having to be there, fists clenched over the steering wheel, speaking from between his teeth. I thought he was angry with me but then he offered to take me home with him.

I knew I didn't want to go home to sit alone in my thoughts, sit down crying as I peeled away the dress stuck slick to my skin. so I agreed to go with him.

I'd never been in fletchers house, I'd seen it from the outside but never stepped foot inside the doorway. it was almost exactly how I imagined it. a lived-in space filled with things that showed four growing boys lived within these walls. hockey equipment in a heap next to the door. shoes lining the bottom of the stairs. one of the twins was asleep on the couch bundled up to the neck with blankets. a bowl of popcorn upturned in his lap as the tv cast a blue glow on his sleeping face. the stove light on shining yellow in the kitchen, a plate of cookies covered with a lid underneath it.