Being The Player's Neighbour

Chapter 5 - Why Do You Turn Up Everywhere I Go?

We were waiting outside Sam's house (at least that's the name I think Shanaya had said). I could hear loud music blaring from the other side of the door as I nervously fidgeted with the hem of the tiny red skirt my sister had forced me into, hoping it would magically grow longer.

How I missed my faithful old jeans!
Can you really blame me? I've lived my whole life in jeans and shorts, occasionally the comfortable dress. Promiscuous sequinned tank tops and stilettos were my worst nightmare come true. I was a major catastrophe just waiting to happen.

My anxiety quadrupled when some guy opened the door and looked at me like I was a total freak. I was just about to say 'sorry, wrong house' and run away, when Shanaya pointed out to me that I had it all wrong. Apparently, he had just given me 'the look' because he thought I looked hot.

Great way to start the party, Avery!
I couldn't even recognise a guy was checking me out. How in the name of Gaga was I supposed to survive a whole high school-college party situation?

The first thing I noticed when we got inside (jostled our way in, to be precise) was that the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and most people were either dancing or making out. The music was turned up so high I thought my eardrums were going to have a seizure.

I decided to walk around to see if I found any familiar faces but I'd barely taken two steps before something extremely cold splashed down my right arm.

"Shit! I am so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going." I looked up. This dude had the whole 'boy-next-door' look down so perfectly with messy hair and an amicable warmth in his eyes.

I smiled in acceptance of his apology and then pointed to the now-slightly-emptier plastic cup he was holding. "What is that stuff anyway?"

He grinned back, "Lucky for you, it's just water. I'm Sam by the way, don't think we've met."

"Oh! I'm Avery. So...this is your party, huh? Pretty nice place."

"Ah yeah...thanks!"

I awkwardly stood there for a second and then realised that I needed to dry off my arm before the dripping created a little waterpark on the floor.

"I should probably go clean up. Where's the bathroom?"

He smiled and pointed to the stairs towards the back of the room. "Upstairs to the left"

"Thanks. I'll see you around."

I went upstairs and quickly wiped off all the water. As I was about to close the bathroom door and leave...obviously, something had to happen. After all, what's a girl's first party without drama, right? And I definitely didn't mean that in a good way.

I felt someone roughly grab my arm and seconds later, I was pinned against a wall.
I winced and looked up to see a huge, drunk guy towering over me. His breath was so foul, I swear even no-nose-Voldemort would have been able to smell it a mile away.

"What's the rush, baby girl? Don't you wanna have fun?" He slurred out.

I frantically searched for an escape route, or someone that could help. The whole second floor seemed to be deserted, and I was totally trapped. His grip on my arm was really starting to hurt now.

In my mind I was thinking this is usually the part where the hero saves the day with some cheesy line like 'I'll crush your bones if you ever touch her again'.
Yeah. Now would be a pretty good time for a saviour's entry into my life.

It became evident pretty soon that I was, unfortunately, all alone in this case with no one to rescue me. Since my prince charming was apparently M.I.A., my self defence skills were gonna have to fill in. That's when my 4.0 GPA brain kicked in and a brainwave hit me.

I slowly raised my leg up behind me — not easy, mind you, given that the full weight of a drunk man was bearing down on me — and somehow managed to inch my hand forward to slip off my fancy footwear. In a matter of seconds I'd managed to execute my plan successfully, ramming the heel of my stiletto into asshole-minty-fresh-breath's eye socket.
I took a shaky step forward as the ogre lay clutching his head and writhing in pain on the floor.

Deciding to add in a little dramatic flair — cause why the hell not? I was the badass-est of badasses in this moment, I said, "The only fun you're going to be having, is lying blind in a hospital bed."

Against my better judgement, I started doing a little victory dance.
Yes, it was incredibly stupid; the guy could get up any second and knock me out cold...and yet, I couldn't stop myself...
Until I heard slow clapping, that is.
A silhouetted figure emerged out of the darker part of the hallway, moving closer to where I'd been celebrating my win a second ago. I quickly dropped my arms to my sides.

Why the hell did Aaron Miller have to turn up everywhere I went?
Wait. Had he watched everything that had just happened..? Why hadn't he done anything to stop it?

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Author's Note:  Well, there's a short but quick update haha, sorry about the short part.

Song: Can't Keep My Hands Off You by Simple Plan
^_^ Aaah! I LOVE THIS SONG!

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