The newly-summer air was warm but smelled of sweaty, horny graduates and cheap beer. Buzzing people all around me were getting drunk, dancing to the blaring music.
I looked around for familiar faces who wandered off, leaving me on my own. I was looking for my date and some of my friends. I started looking from the left to the right. My eyes landed on a group of girls, whose dresses barely covered their asses. Then my sight shifted towards an abundant amount of people grinding on each other, hips swaying to the music. Behind the dancing people, I saw a group of guys playing beer pong.

Then I noticed a strange-looking group of men lurking in the corner of the backyard. My left hand grabbed my right arm to control the goosebumps that were just now appearing, the hair on my arms rising. Something wasn’t right. These guys weren’t right. There were five of them. One had black hair which flopped over his near-black eyes. His skin was as white as snow. His lips were deep shade of red. His lustful gaze fixed right at the group of scantily clad girls. As if he sensed my looking at him, his eyes shifted right at me, and a smirk appeared slowly on his alabaster skin. My knees locked as frightened shivers ran up and down my spine. I shifted my focus to one of his friends. Upon looking at his appearance, I gulped hard. With an aura of danger surrounding him, he was somewhat tan, with big, toned muscles, and his curly flop of hair hung over his forehead, messily dangling over his seemingly deep green eyes. And again, we made eye contact. When he saw me eyeing him, his brow furled, a crease appearing above his nose. I quickly looked away. He definitely wasn’t an invited guest: part of the graduating class, but I recognized him, and all of sudden it dawned on me.

I remember seeing this guy, Harry, in the hallways when I was a sophomore and he, a senior. When he walked in the hallway to classes, it was as if the red sea was parting all over again. Everyone knew he had a bad streak, a reputation of constant rebellion, sleeping with girls, lashing out, and fighting. Fighting and sex were his sports. I remember one day walking out of my english class and seeing him baring his teeth at a quarterback who was pinned underneath his lengthy stature. He then proceeded to inflict blow upon blow to the ribs, stomach, and face. He eventually was expelled, never graduating his senior year, at least not at my school.

Apparently he was back, and he brought an entourage of his danger-loving friends.

I shook my head, hoping to rid myself of the awful memories I had of Harry. My eyes fixed on my date, Blake, who was casually walking towards me, his blue eyes shining with pride. He set his hand on the small of my back and shoved his hips to mine, without resistance from me. His friends jeering around us. I sensed Harry’s green eyes watching Blake and me.

“Come here, baby. I can’t wait to have you to myself tonight.”, he coaxed while caressing my face harshly.

“Get off of me, you’re drunk...”, I said quietly, while shoving him away, my eyes turned toward the ground.

His facial features hardened. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his gloomy blue eyes. “You’re my date. If I wanna touch you, I will.”

Blake was on the football team of senior year, so he wasn’t exactly a weak person. It was hard to tear myself away from his fearful grip. He grabbed both my arms inbetween my elbows and shoulders and tightened his grip on me. Obviously intoxicated, he started calling me “bitchy virgin”. People had gathered around and were staring an unnecessary amount. I felt my cheeks turn blush. My eyes began to water. Then I saw his lips move towards mine, and thats when I did it. I kneed him right in the balls causing him to slump forward in an array of cuss words. I pushed pass Blake and the mass of people who had encircled us. I needed to get out of here. I started to run pass the frightening group of Harry’s friends, when a strong hand shot out and grabbed my waist. The pasty hand turned my body to face its holder. I found myself peering into the dark brown, almost black, eyes that had scared me earlier. The hand pulled me closer into his chest, the scent of cigarette smoke infiltrating my eyes. His red lips were pulled into a smile that went past unsettling and right into creepy. I noticed Harry was standing right next to his ghostly friend. I was frozen, not knowing what to do. This guy’s hand had a firm grip on my waste and I was ready to shove myself away from h-

“You have good aim.” I tensed, realizing the show I had put on was entertaining to the group of dangerous guys. “I’m Andrew. And what’s your name, sweetheart?” his wicked smile grew bigger.
I noticed Harry tense up at his friend’s words, he inched closer to us, a frown grazing his forehead as he glared at his friend.

“Um...I’m gone.” And with that, I managed to gather up all my might and fight away his grip on me. With a swift turn on my heels, I found myself flying down the street, running towards home.

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