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Nothing we did matters so why would I remember you?
All of those responses flit through my head, but I still have enough presence of mind to not actually say any of that out loud. That would be a pretty dick move.
So instead, I simply say, “Sorry.”
“I suppose we will just have to make tonight even more memorable then.” She winks at me from over her shoulder as she starts leading me up the stairs.
I wait until she is facing forwards again to roll my eyes.
Fuck, I haven’t even made it up the stairs yet and I’m already bored again. This isn’t working.
Pulling my wrist out of her grip, I stop halfway up the steps. She jerks to a halt as well and turns around, blinking in surprise.
“What’s wrong?” she asks.
I draw a hand through my hair. “I just… I’ve gotta…” Waving my hand around, I motion vaguely towards the front door. “I’ll see you around.”
Embarrassment floods her features, but her stammered reply gets drowned out by the noise of the music and the people crowding the hallway as I quickly stride back down the steps. I shake my head and roll my shoulders back as I set course for the door. The sea of people parts before me.
I swipe a half full bottle of rum from a side table as I make my way out the door and into the warm night outside. Raising it to my lips, I drink straight from the bottle as I walk through Blackwater’s residential area where all the students live. I barely even know where I’m heading until I find myself in front of another house.
This one is silent and dark. Or at least, the ground floor and the upstairs level are. The real action is happening somewhere else.
My boots sink into the soft grass as I walk around the house and approach the door to the basement on the other side. The moment I yank the door open, noise drifts up towards me. I heave a sigh of relief. While drinking deeply from the bottle, I descend the stone steps.
A concrete basement lit by fluorescents in the ceiling meets me as I reach the bottom. It’s nothing more than a semi large room. But it’s enough for its intended purpose.
Cheers echo between the gray walls, along with the sounds of flesh striking flesh. I push my way through the crowd until I can see the middle of the room.
Two guys who are second-years, if I’m not mistaken, are fighting there in the square space that has been marked by tape. The taller one throws a punch that the other guy ducks before he delivers a blow to the tall guy’s solar plexus. He goes down like a log.
More cheers rise from the crowd.
I take another drink from my bottle before shoving it into the hands of the guy next to me.
“I’m next,” I call as I pull off my shirt.
All first-years and second-years in the room shrink back. But a blond guy from my senior class with a hungry glint in his eyes steps up and accepts the challenge. I roll my shoulders back and step into the makeshift fighting ring while he takes off his shirt as well.
That terrible restlessness still thrums inside me like a lightning storm trapped in a glass bottle. I rake my fingers through my hair. It feels as if light constantly flickers in my brain. I just need a fucking outlet.
The room quiets as I square up against the other third-year in front of me.
Hopefully, this will at least drown out the buzzing in my head.
Hopefully, it will make me forget for a few minutes just how fucking pointless my entire life is.
Lurching forward, I slam my fist into the guy’s ribs.
My body aches and my throat is dry when I wake up. Fuck, I feel like I’ve been run over by a freight train. And I’m pretty sure my liver hurts.
Groaning, I blindly throw out a hand to grab my phone from my nightstand. But I just slam it right into what feels like the backrest of the couch in my living room. I must have passed out on the couch when I got home last night.
With another annoyed groan, I pull my hand back and instead rub it over my face. Then I heave a deep breath and open my eyes.
Three guns are pointed straight at me.
I blink, adrenaline pulsing through my body for a second before I recognize the three guys holding the weapons.
