frost | n.r.

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i got into an argument with my brother at the house party we were at. he told me to go home, and i just walked outside. he had been my ride to the party. the only reason i went was because our parents said that he couldn't go unless i went with him. that only made him a bit upset.what got him more upset was the argument i had with him about him not being able to drink especially since he was driving and not being able to spend the night with his girlfriend because i had to go with him. i was debating on smoking a cigarette, i asked someone for, or not. i didn't, i just leaned against a tree that was in front of the house.

i heard a lot of rustling and groaning over the loud music being played, seconds later realizing that someone was getting beaten up. i walked around to the side of the house and saw two guys pinning another guy against a wall. the third guy was punching the pinned guy continuously in his face, abdomen, and groin. the guy, getting beaten up, kept laughing and groaning. his chuckling upset his opponents making them continue beating him.

"hey! get off of him! what the hell is wrong with you guys?!" i shouted throwing my hands up shooing them away. they all turned to me.

"emma? is that you? get out of here!" one of the guys said. it sounded like my stupid brother's best friend, Ryan. i reached for my pepper-spray, that was attached to my keychain, and held it up to them. i hadn't used it but it seemed like i was today.

"leave him alone." ryan, was the third guy punching his victim, held his hands up.

"alright, alright. come on, leave this shithead here." the two guys holding up the pinned guy pushed him down into the ground and kicked him before walking away. i kept my pepper-spray pointed at them, and i watched them leave. ryan looked back at me shaking his head and rushing to catch up with the other guys. the guy on the ground laughed out loud. i couldn't tell if it was because he was in pain or what. he was most likely drunk. i put my keychain in my back pocket and walked over to the person on the ground. i helped him sit up. he smelled of alcohol.

"ah, my knight in shining armor." slurring, he looked at me and wiped his bloodied nose.

"come on, let's get you cleaned up." i helped him up, and we walked back into the house, filled with people dancing and drinking. i found an empty bathroom and locked us in it.

as he sat on the toilet seat, i searched in cabinets and drawers for first aid kits and supplies to help clean him up. i found everything i needed after making a mess in the cabinets. he grabbed a towel himself and attempted to remove blood from his face. he didn't remove much, but instead made the mess worse. i've never really seen this guy before at school. either he was new or i just never got the chance to get to know him.

"here, just drink this while i try to clean you up." i handed him a bottled water i got while walking him to the bathroom. i washed his hands, to start, and then started cleaning his face.

"what did you do to piss them off?" i asked.

"i sold their sister and girlfriends fake drugs. it pissed them the fuck off. i got what i deserved, but, so did they." he laughed spitting out blood into the sink.

"why would you do that?" he sat back down onto the toilet seat.

"it's what i do." he shrugged and smirked at me.

"so, you screw people over?"

"i have my reasons." i applied a cream onto the cuts on his face.

"so you're 'frost'?" it came out more as a statement rather than a question. at school, i would hear 'frost' and my brother told me that it was the name of the dealer. i didn't know anything about a dealer. i guess if i didn't know, none of the teachers or school administration knew, which was a good thing i supposed. i typically knew a lot going on around school. my brother was well known.

"what? your brother's never told you about me?" he laughed again shaking his head. i stared at him and ignored his question.

"let me see if your nose is broken." he faced me, and i lifted his face up towards the ceiling. i turned his head side to side and saw no damage besides swelling and blood.

"we know each other, oh, so well. i do him favors and he does-"

"okay, you're good to go." i rushed my words. i didn't want to hear what he was saying. he was intoxicated.

"he told me never to sell to you. you're too innocent, i suppose." i washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom. i wanted to leave. i didn't even care about the supplies/mess that i left out on the bathroom counter.

"hey, wait." he called out to me. i shouldn't have interfered with the fight. i looked around to see if my brother was still here. i looked up and saw him leaning against the railing upstairs talking to a girl. he looked down at me and rolled his eyes. i scoffed and made my way outside of the house again. i had to get out here.

"emma, there you are, my sexy tiger!" i turned around to see justin staggering down the stairs of the porch. he waved his car keys in front of my face and then dropped them into my hand.

"i'm crashing at your house tonight." i said as we got into justin's car.

"you know, you're more than welcome. my parents are gone for the week anyways. party at my house!" he screamed trying to lower his window to scream out to everyone but he failed. i drove us to his house. i had told my parents i was spending the night at his house after the party, which is why my brother was to go home after the party. they knew justin. we grew up together.

we got to his house and passed out in his room. he rambled on and on about chatting and flirting with someone from another local school. he never even finished his story; he passed out. i stared at the ceiling for, what felt like hours, awhile. i kept thinking about what 'frost' said. christopher did favors for him and vice versa. what were those favors? why didn't i know any of this?

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