Psychotic Impulse

Hi guys. I know it's been a while since I've written something. I've been super busy plus I sort of hit a little road block with The Blooming Flower so I think I'm going to put that on hold for now.

I had an idea for a horror story and I think I can say the inspiration came from annaxlove. She writes awesome horror stories; I've read all of the stories in her creepy short stories collection. So, I'm going to dedicate this story to her.

Anyways, here's the story.

Amber watched Adam stare at her from across the loud, sweaty room, drink in hand, breaking his stare only occasionally to take a chug from his drink. Once he finished, he locked eyes with her again.

As the music boomed, richocheting off the walls of the house that reeked of alcohol and sweat, Amber felt her heart race and stomach fill with butterflies, trying hard not to make her excitement too apparent. She had had a crush on Adam since the beginning of freshman year. She didn't think he would ever notice her, but tonight it was obvious she had his full, undivided attention. Tons of hot girls were swarming through the place and he chose her. Sure, she was pretty, but the average pretty, certainly not drop-dead gorgeous like the girls here who still managed to look attractive even as they were getting sloppily drunk.

Amber wasn't going to question it; she was just going to enjoy being in the spotlight, (obscurely) basking in it. A few minutes went by and Adam had taken about five or six chugs from his drink. So, he had to be done with it by now. He had taken a chug probably every couple minutes, never ceasing to continue his mesmerizing stare.

Amber began to wonder if she should go over and say hi, introduce herself, for she was sure he had no idea who she was even though they'd passed each other on campus pretty much every day for the past three months. Yes, she was going to go over there. Just as she was about to head towards him, he began to move her way. Oh my god! He was coming over here! She reflexively lifted her hands to her straightened blonde hair, fixing it. She did a quick breath check, a slight tint of alcohol. Oh well, everyone smelled like alcohol at this party. However, she also smelled like vanilla and coconut thanks to the perfume she'd gotten for her birthday last month. Oh boy, she was so excited! But nervous as well. She hoped she didn't blow things with him. He was getting closer!

He was now standing in front of her. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there and stared. She could smell beer on his breath. Amber didn't think she'd ever been this close to him before. She could see that the blue eyes she thought he had were actually green. She felt like she knew him better all of a sudden just because she knew his authentic eye color. However, more importantly they had shared a connection in the last ten minutes.

"Hey," Adam finally spoke in a husky, intoxicated voice. "I'm Adam."

Amber tried to keep her composure as she just heard him speak to her for the first time.

"Amber," she uttered quietly, but somehow he was still able to hear her over the blaring music.

"Yeah, I know who you are," Adam said smoothly, much to Amber's surprise.

So, he did notice her before after all. It didn't seem like it since he'd never even looked at her in the dozens of times they'd passed each other.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he said like it was obvious. "I've seen you around before. You're a real pretty girl. I'd like to get to know you better."

Amber's heart skipped a beat at these words. "Really?' she beamed, feeling herself blush, which she cursed herself for as she felt embarrassment, which only made her blush harder.