i stare into until his lies would strangle my chest.

They're almost black with anger. They're bloodshot too. He's probably stoned and most definitely drunk.

His side shaved blond hair looks tousled, his lips are swollen and I don't doubt it's not from Teri.

Lovely.

"What the fück Dee! What are you doing here! What the fück! Are you fücking crazy!"

He thunders tossing his cup harshly still keeping his his hand on me.

I notice the music has stopped and people are watching, some pretending not to.

"And you are?" I finally speak. My expression remains carefree and confused as i lift a brow and cock my head a bit.

His hand slack from his hold on me, his expression falls and I know for a moment he considered if he made a mistake and truely if I'm someone else.

"Are you fücking kidding me Dee! You can't fool me and what the hell are you wearing?" His eyes rakes over my body, i watch his pupil dilate, his arms tighten on my body dragging me against his chest

"If you were trying to get my attention by doing this. Then congratulations you just did!"

I feel multiple eyes on us but I choose to ignore it

"Dude, dude hands off. She's mine okay? I saw her first. No dibs no argument she's mine" Zach gets into this wonderful conversation.

Lovely.

"Are you fücking stoned that's my girlfriend!" Justin roars he looks rather passionate by this one sided proclamation, despite his previous escapade favoring his swollen lip.

"You're single please, that's as unbelievably as saying you're celibate! You fûck different girls every fücking day! I think it's just that dumb ass dancing bunny girl you had fun with for a while that stuck a bit" Zach narrates, grabbing my hip and looking skeptically at Justin

Bunny girl is me.

Ironic isn't it?

Absolutely lovely it's good to know that eight months of a relationship was basically nonexistent and was labeled 'fun.'

"Shut the fück up Zach, she's with me that's it!"

"And I'm telling you she's mine, go fuck Teri or something. Lord knows you both have an STD competition. I'm not repeating myself she's mine"

I am currently a pair of sick jean in the store they both can't wait to have their hands on. it's way better than 'fun'

"Zach!" Justin warns clearly getting angry

"She's mine bro, your lose"

Justin's fist, flies towards Zach face before any of us could suspect it, knocking him to the ground. I hear screams and people hollering.

"I told you to shut up!" Justin shouts at him.

Some guys start to come in to separate them, Zach uses a hand to signal them not to, wiping the blood from his mouth.

Zach stands to his feet and throw a left jab too. Finally the brawl begins. Its so obvious it's way more than a girl and they both have some personal unfinished business.

Good for them.

I grab another drink and go to sit down to watch, the satisfying crack of bone soothing to my ear drum.

Justin walks over to me, split lips, bloody nose, angry eyes.

Bloody fjanstasric!

"You're coming with me now!" He shouts to me, spotting my position "I don't know what fücking game you're playing with me. Dressing as a prostitute and coming here"

Oh right I completely forgot that he never lets me come to his friends party. He wanted me to be safe he said. Really he was hiding me so he could fuck his everyday conquest.

Glad Zach confirmed my suspicions.

"I don't talk to strangers, especially not those who sweat in std" I tell him sweetly.

He drags me to my feet angrily, his hold bruising my skin

"You want to keep testing my patience Dee!"

"Get your hands off of me!"

"I'm so calling Nathaniel to tell him his little sister is a fücking slut! This is another reason why i had to end things with you, you're literally pathetic!"

I stiffen at the mention of my brother. I tug one of my hand off of his and hit him sqaure in his precious nose with my ringed knuckles.

A satisfy crack emit from it and brings me full satisfaction.

He looks so stunned, so utterly stunned touching his nose to see the blood gushing out and look back at me!

Good!

"You bîtch!" He roars and raise his hand to hit me.

I flinch because he's still holding me to him keeping me in place.

Then i hear a thud on the floor and a loud groan. I open my eye to see a large figure tower over Justin on the floor.

"Luce please, don't come closer" Justin's blood shot eyes are suddenly wide awake with fear, I've never seen him like this.

"Why not"

Jesus Christ what kind of voice is that, deep like sex, it bounces off the walls and vibrates through my body, leaving my skin hot.

"I told you i need a reason for you to piss me the fûck off. You know I've been trying to get my hand on you Basin" His tone is taunting and strong and authoritative enough to rattle your bone.

Who is this guy?

"It's none of your business and besides she's my girlfriend" Justin supplies failing to insert any bravery in his tone and looking rather pathetic a bloody mess on the floor.

"She claims not to know you." He respond easily then crouch to his level, he takes a fistful of his shirt and drags him to his nose. "I will fücking kill you if you don't pay up by Friday Basin. Your head is mine!"

Justin is tossed into the middle of the whispering crowd in a loud thud.

I had to cover my mouth so I don't scream. Who tosses people like that. I'm hundred percent sure, Justin is knocked out and some bones are broken.

My whole body starts shaking, i just faintly realized people are whispering about him, some cowering in fear, some girls drooling with lustful eyes, some with evny.

Who the heck is this guy?

He finally turns around gracing me his identification.

I almost fall on my knee, on my face and i had to grab the wall for support. I don't know why a part of me expected a jacked, marred face maybe paired with an eye patch.

But this.. this he looks unreal. He has the most alarming green eyes, they are so strongly electric like the edge of a broken bottle. His face was carved for utter perfection.

He looks like a god!

My heart is pounding too loud over the hubbub of whispers and murmurs.

Dark curly hair frames his face, which has a permanent sneer. He has the straightest nose like it was measured and sculpted using protractors, graced with doubled nose piercing.

His skin is so flawless and unblemished.

Pink full lips with a lip piercing too, a sharp chin and symmetrical jaw.

I swear to God he looks like a fantasy you'll discribe in story books.

Those eyes they look like they have mind control I'm rooted to the spot and can't move.

Then he starts walking towards me and all the air in my lungs vacuums out. My heart drums against my ribcage with every step he takes.

"You are way passed your bedtime"