Free Minds Chained Hearts | ✔

Part 1 | Chapter 13

"You could try that, it's the third door to the left, upstairs." She pointed a finger to the house before taking a sip of her drink, her long nails covering most of its circumference.

I mutter a small thank you to her before staring back at the house, taking a long deep breath.

I can't believe I'm going in there again.

Cade better explain the reason he would suddenly leave me hanging. I know I sound like an obsessed girlfriend but he knew what I'm like at parties. He said he'd take care of me, not disappear.

I swear, one of these days I'm gonna stop trusting guys' words on parties. This is the second time I've been deceived. Men have really lost their grasp in proper chivalry and it is disappointing.

Walking into the house again, I'm thankful that the stairs we're by the foyer so I didn't have to wait any further. Apart from having to say excuse to drunk guys and almost slipping on a puddle, I think I did pretty well enough.

Surprisingly, the upstairs weren't so crowded and loud. There are a few lone people up here, some crashed on the floor while some are drunkenly laughing by the door of the restroom while a friend threw up.

I scrunched up my nose at the mixing smells of vomit and alcohol but I ignore it regardless.

Just like the rest of the house, the second floor had wooden floors, dark walls, and barely any light- normal lights. For a frat house, they surely don't seem very fond of having any maintenance.

I looked 'round to the left side, following Danica's instruction, counting down the doors.

One, on the left, two, on the right-

"The party is downstairs, "

I stop on my tracks and my heart immediately raced at the sound of the voice. Taking one deep breath, I closed my eyes before answering,

"Yeah, I know, "

"If you're looking for your nerdy best friend, he isn't up here. He probably ran away from you after seeing what you wore," he affirms as I tried to take a step forward.

My fists curled up while I clenched my jaw. Anger taking over the fear.

Without thinking, I turn and walked into the darkened room where no lights were on. I find Matteo sat at the bump out of his window that's wide open. He lifts the cigarette off of his lips as he blew smoke my way.

"Do you have to insult me every chance you get?" I finally snapped though my voice still sounded as fragile.

Regardless, I know that I can't go on with letting him treat me like garbage every time. Insult is an insult no matter how minor someone thinks of it and clearly, he doesn't think. He just says whatever and doesn't care if it had hurt anyone. Rude and arrogant.

His silhouette turns to me with nothing but the lights from the party illuminating him. He looks more ominous this way but I don't care. I'm starting to lose patience for his inconsiderate attitude.

"What else am I supposed to do?" He said and my jaw drops.

Is he serious right now?

"Maybe be a little nice?" I took a step.

"Not my thing, "

"Clearly!" I took another step, raising my voice to my surprise.

"So why suggest something you know doesn't work, missy?" He replied in a monotone like he doesn't realize anything and so far it's doing nothing but making my anger worse.