Cambridge

It was always like this, every year. The guys, the diner, the tomfoolery, everything. So here we were, at some ungodly hour in the night (or morning) at the Diner/Bar down the road from Uni. Yes, the famous University known as Cambridge. All of us attended Cambridge and all of us were top of our class. I might as well introduce myself and everyone else.
My name is Hope Campbell, I moved from the U.S. to pursue my career in becoming an English major. I knew I wanted to be an English major from a very young age, after all it runs in my family. My dad was an English professor at Harvard and my mother enjoyed writing books as a hobby. It seemed like a no brainer that I would continue the line of English enthusiasts. Ever since I came here, I have worked my ass of every semester in every class. I am number one in the female rankings for Cambridge.
Of course, that’s where Henry Worthington came in. Yes, British born, high-class elite gentlemen, top in male rankings at Cambridge, and did I mention he was one of the hottest guys at Uni? Atleast… when he’s not drunk. His three close friends were not far behind in their rankings either. Sam Query, Joseph Lanning, and Will Wellings. Henry is my boyfriend, I was very fortunate to have him but it didn’t feel right. Honestly speaking, it seemed like we got together because it’s what everyone expected; I guess deep down we knew that our popularity would increase if we stuck together. Of course I’m not saying that’s the ONLY reason we got together; I had a “thing” for him for a long time and he finally noticed. I was so shy around him that I couldn’t look him in the eyes when we first met. Ever since, I must admit there hasn’t been a spark like before. It felt like we were acquaintances rather than boyfriend and girlfriend. That didn’t stop Henry’s ego from bragging about us to his friends, though.
“Can I get you anything?” I snapped out of my imagination and looked at the waitress. I looked around and saw Sam, Joseph, Will, and Henry shouting and laughing from the other side of the table. I glanced at my coffee cup and looked back up at the waitress.
“Umm… I’m good thanks.” I offered my empty cup. She smiled at me as she took it and looked behind me. She grimaced at the ruckus coming from the guys on the other end of the table and she left, swiftly.
“Hey, babbyy…” Henry’s slurred British speech made me turn around. He was drunk; he was always drunk when we went out. “Hey… babe…” He hiccupped. The rest of the guys snickered and urged him towards me.
“Alright, we should go back you guys, it’s late and-“ I started but was interrupted by Henry rubbing my thigh and scouting closer to me.
“Babe, we’ll leave later…” He shoved his finger on my lip to silence my objections. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and he looked like he got run over by a bus. His tie was undone, hanging off his shoulder, his hair looked ruffled and messy, his shirt had come halfway undone, and his belt was hanging off his waist.
“Henry, we should go. Now.” I grabbed his arm and yanked him towards the edge of the booth we were in. He refused to move and shook my arm off his.
“Give us some more time. You guys can screw around whenever else you want.” Sam blurted out, causing the others to take another swig of beer and laugh.
“What?” I asked sternly and looked at Henry who had joined the laughter. “What did you tell them about us, Henry? Did you tell them that we-“
“Let’s have another drink!” Will called out and put another round of beers bottles on the table. Their cheers echoed through the almost empty diner. There were a few customers in the diner and they gave us puzzled looks. I turned around to see two men in hoodies sitting in a booth and gaze down the aisle to see the clamor at our table.
“Stop it, Will.” I tried to grab the beer that he passed to Henry. “Henry, please. We need to go back, it’s getting late. You’ve had enough.” Those last words made everyone at the table go dead silent.
“’You’ve had enough?’” Henry’s voice had changed; it was cold and deadly. He slammed the beer bottle on the table, which made me jump.
“Henry,-“ I tried.
“NO. No one tells me when I’ve had enough. You got that?” He whispered in my ear and grabbed my arm roughly.
“What the hell? Henry, stop. NOW.” I attempted to pry his large hands off of my wrist but he kept squeezing it harder and harder till I couldn’t feel it anymore.
“No one tells me when to stop. You got that, bitch?” He shoved me out of the booth, his hands still squeezing my wrist and his face still pressed against my cheek.
“Stop!” I screamed. The few people that were in the diner looked at us. “Stop, Henry. You’re making a scene.” I managed to whisper.
No matter how many times he did this, I always managed to get scared. I was no stranger to the “’No one tells me what to do.’” scene that always happened when he was drunk. The waiters and waitresses probably didn’t bat an eye because it happened so often. I was always the one that would calm him down and finally get him back to campus. But, this time it was different, unlike any other time I’ve attempted to calm him down. I could tell in his eyes that he was serious and that he was angrier than he had ever been. I had a bad feeling and I knew it was about to get much worst.
Just then, he looked down the aisle at the two men in the hoodies who were watching intently. One of the guys in the hoodie stood up and walked down the aisle to make sure everything was all right.
“Oi. Back up.” Henry yelled at the man and grabbed a knife from the table. A few of the customers gasped and ran out of the diner.
“What the hell? Henry stop this nonsense right now!” I yanked his arm. He looked back at me, a fiery passion in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before was alight. His blue eyes had turned into a vile cold pit of distaste. He raised his fist and pulled it back and I closed my eyes waiting for the blow but it never came.
“Mate, it’s rude to raise your hand at a women. Pick on someone your own size ya jackass.” I opened my eyes to find that the man in the black hoodie had grabbed Henry’s arm.
“Stay the fuck out of it.” Henry spit in the man’s face.
“Alright, now that’s very rude.” And with one blow to the face, the man had punched Henry in the jaw and caused him to fall to the floor.
“Oi, come here. I’ll show you how to punch you pansy!” Henry lunged from the floor and threw himself onto the man. Sam, Joseph, and Will immediately got up and tried to restrain Henry but it was no use. The man in the hoodie looked like he was winning and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Henry stop!” I tried to throw him off the man in the hoodie. “HENRY ENOUGH.” I used all the force in my body to throw him off the man. Henry pulled back into the arms of the rest of the guys and looked everyone with disgust.
“I’m outta here.” He pushed his way out of the diner. I stood there in shock; still processing what had happened when I realized that the man in the hoodie was brushing himself off and fixing himself up again. I turned to face him.
“Hey, let me help you.” I offered as I helped brush him off. “Thank you for trying to help, it meant a lot. I’m so sorry, about them…” The man in the hoodie just nodded and stared at me, as if he was taking in my presence. Something about this man felt so familiar. It’s like I knew him but I didn’t. “Can I see your face?” I smiled.
Abruptly, the man in the hoodie and his friend bolted out the door.

Notes

So here's my new story! I hope you guys like! Sorry for any S&G errors!

-N. ^-^