It all started with a game

Chapter 3.1

Shoving my hands in my pocket, I perused the house, finding nothing better to do. I was never a fan of parties but Mateo goes to see Maria and drags me out with him so I can suffer as well. I'm pretty sure he only makes me go so he can get blackout drunk, after Maria rejects him, in the comfort of knowing he'll have someone who will make sure he gets home safe. Sometimes I regret being friends with that guy, but then again are you really friends if you don't simultaneously hate and love each other.

"Where's your girlfriend, mate?" A voice all too familiar shouted from across the room.

I'm not dealing with this today. I paid no attention, walking in the other direction.

Kavinski caught up to me. "Huh, where's your little girlfriend?"

"Go away, Kavinski."

"Come on, man. Where's your girlfriend?" He got right up in my face.

I gritted my teeth. "Get off of me."

"What? Too scared? Afraid your mommy will get upset?"

"I said, get off of me." I growled.

His alcohol stained breath burned my nostrils. He's wasted. "Aw, someone can't handle the truth."

"I'm gonna give you three seconds to get away from me before I get angry."

He bounced around me on his toes, getting way too close to my face.

"Aww, someone's a little riled up. Why don't you go run off to your little girlfriend?" He moved closer. "Huh? Where's your girlfriend?" He shoved me back, jumping up and down like a hyperactive poodle.

I stumbled, my jaw tightening before my fist was colliding with his face. Kavinski fell back, clutching his cheek, too drunk to even try to fight back. "Is that what you wanted?" I shouted, clenching my fist.

"What's your problem, man?" He whined.

I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, ignoring his question. I left the room before I could do something I'd regret, more so than I already had. I shoved my way through the crowd of people, trying to get away from the pounding music. I hate these things.

I should have just said no when I heard Kavinski was coming. He's drunk out of his mind, of course he'd pick a fight, what else is he supposed to do once the alcohol no longer works to solve his problems.

I practically kicked open the door to a random room, hoping it was empty but not terribly caring if it wasn't. I slammed the door behind me, locking it before sitting on the bed, cradling my head. But it didn't matter how many deep breaths I took, I was blazing.

He's still mad about the stupid girlfriend thing. It's not my fault he decided to harass some poor girl. And it's not my fault she didn't want him, but who could blame her? I ran my hands through my hair, a habit I had picked up from my father.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of a phone pinging. I lifted my head, my eyes landing on the source of the sound. I walked over to the cellphone that had been abandoned, checking the display which read 'Tenshi Tanaka 1 new message'.

Tenshi Tanaka. Tenshi Tanaka. Great. Just great. That girl hates me with a passion and vice versa.

I tossed my jacket on the bed, ignoring the cell phone. A soft humming began to echo through the room, the sound almost calming. Almost. I spun around, trying to find the source as it was so clearly not coming from the music, which had been making my ears bleed all night.

I followed the sound all the way up to the closet. When I opened the door, I didn't expect to find the girl from the party sitting on the closet floor peacefully reading a book, her ringlet curls pinned back behind her ear.