Chapter 1
The house was lit dark with colour lights dancing in on the floor. Drunk college mates prancing around, being all that what alcohol does to one’s brain.
I hated alcohol, fuck that. Ever since my alcoholic stepbrother started abusing it and tried coming onto me, it made me feel disgusted. That cunt was into real-life incest porn, asshole.
Ugh.
It was about time I would have to get out of my dorm and maybe...socialize. Jason was persistent in inviting to his house, sucks that he was my only friend. Why did he have to be such a social butterfly again?
I surveyed the room slowly sipping through my water bottle, loud music blasting with the annoying rap singers. My eyes finally landed on Miguel.
Miguel was the most beautiful nurse major I had ever seen. I used to think poor patients if they get him as a nurse, I would at least be fluttered. He had recently come out as gay, which was not well received by many girls.
He was sitting, drinking whisky with three pretty girls laughing jovially on something Miguel said. I smiled. I wish I was friends with Miguel, but he always kept to his social circle.
I wondered how long can a human psychologically take to get the feeling the someone is staring at them. Because I would stare at Miguel and not get bored at all. He was wearing a tight light blue V neck shirt which outlined his chest well. It was easy to know he was toned underneath. His lips were naturally dark pink, something that I was jealous of. His eyes, bright green easily making the gays luckier in this matter.
I burned.
Miguel said something to the brunette sitting next to him and moved out of his seat to get up. I watched as he tried making his way to the bathroom. I sighed and turned my attention back to his table only to find the brunette laughing to the other dark-skinned girl.
My gut was tingling.
It was when I saw in disbelief the brunette taking a white pill of some sort and putting in the whiskey glass and pouring in some more whisky while stirring it.
Oh.
Is she-? Is she drugging him?
The girls looked side to side, trying to make sure no one saw it. I hid myself to sipping my water bottle like a kindergartener. My heart was pounding in an irregular pattern.
It wasn’t much long after that Miguel came back making his way back to the couch where he was sitting with his girlfriends. The house was filled with noisy ass people as I kept getting distracted by sounds.
Just when I tried getting off my high chair, I saw Miguel drinking his glass judiciously. It looks like they bet him to drink it like a shot. I don’t think this will end well, at least not for Miguel.
But do I really need to get involved?
No.
Don’t be ridiculous, Lily. Would you be able to live with the fact something happened to gorgeous Miguel? Think Lily, but think well. My beautiful Miguel. I don’t want him to lose his twinkling eyes. His beautiful grass eyes pooling inside so with naivety.
During my pep talks, I didn’t realize the disappearance of Miguel and that crazy brunette who I think her name might be Anna? I honestly don’t remember. I only met her once and frankly; she never interacted much as she was busy texting or some sort on her phone.
Once I got on the ground, the world danced around me a little, as I got blood rush to my brain. Man, I hate high chairs!
I pushed the people aside and headed upstairs. People were making out on the staircase; some were smoking weed and drinking alcohol. Gross. Trying my best to ignore them, I tried barging into the first room I found.
No, no sign for anything.
I thought of checking Jason’s twin’s room. Nope, just some girl grinding on a guy lying on the bed. Okay...decided to check Jason’s room. As I knocked and tried turning the knob, I remembered Jason saying he was locking the room for the party.
Oh shit.
I rushed back to Ray’s room (Jason’s twin). The girl was trying to unzip the jeans for a blowjob. She was on the guy in a weird position like an unconscious sixty-nine. Miguel!
I rushed in the room and pushed the girl, which was harder to do than I could imagine in my brain.
“What the fuck!“, she screamed.
I quickly looked at Miguel, turning back to the crazy girl who by the way, swung her manicured hand on me slapping mine away.
“I saw what you did, you crazy bitch!” I bit back and pounced on her.
“You bitch! I am not going to have my dreams destroyed by a loser like you!“, she shrieked and grabbed my hair in her hand while I kicked her vagina, and made her lose her grasp.
She groaned in pain and glared at me. This is ridiculous. I hate fighting, but I let Miguel get violated by this crazy psycho who already probably might have touched him in an unconscious state.
“Molesting an unconscious person is criminal.”
She glared at me, “I am not molesting him! I am just pleasuring him as a lover would.”
I looked at her, “Miguel is gay.”
“No, he’s not. He hasn’t got a taste of woman; that’s why.” She said. The what?
“Besides, guys never get molested. They are always horny. You can fuck whenever.” She said, annoyed. “Now, get the fuck of the room!”
The. Fuck. Did. She. Say.
So, she is implying that you can use a guy like dildos? Dildos are made for specific reasons. That is to please a horny woman, mostly. So, this girl has a mentality that guys have boner 24/7. Mad or what?
“No! I’m not going to get out of this room! I will report to you! You tried to get it on with Miguel!“, I said.
She smirked. Her loose brunette hair falling on her perfect pretty face, she laughed, “Who’s going to believe you?”
Ugh.
“You are making me lose my turn on unless you want to eat my pussy, then I’m down.” She said as though nothing happened. I looked at her incredulously while she licked her lips.
I think I just encountered a sex maniac.
“You are crazy, fuck off!“, I said.
She got off the floor, looking at unconscious Miguel, she whispered,” This isn’t over.” And went off.
I swear it took a while for me to register what just happened. I got up from the floor and slapped Miguel to see if he can wake up. There was hardly any reaction, so I placed my hand on his nose.
Okay. He’s breathing. That’s good news. I patted myself to search for my phone. Unfortunately, I had left it in my dorm room to charge as anyways Jason was going to give me a ride back after I help him clean his house after the party.
Shit.
Really should have filmed this.
I looked at Miguel’s face. He was passed out on Ray’s bed, and even while being passed out, he looked so beautiful, like an angel. I reached my hand but retracted it.
No, I’m not like that crazy maniac.
I will not do it.
