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Inevitably, I fall into the room with the person who pushed me in, and as I turn around I see the creep that was trying to hit on me just moments ago. I like to be hopeful and optimistic, but this doesn't look good for me, at all well. He is easily 6'1 and I'm just 5'3 even if I tried to tackle him down and run for my life, he would definitely not even stumble.

I go to the far end of the bathroom and look at him, trying to not look scared so that he doesn't get the pride of knowing how much I'm shitting my pants right now. Looking at me from my toes until the top of my head with a hungry look in his eyes, my attempt to look as brave as possible is very quickly crumbling apart.

"You could have made this a lot easier on yourself and actually let me hook up with you nicely. Now I may have to push a little more" he almost whispers and I start getting sick. He never stops approaching me making it almost as if he was taunting me in some twisted fucked up way.

After a moment, he speaks up again, "I prefer it this way though, I love it when they try to fight for their lives"

When those last words fall from his mouth, I simply turn white, remaining in complete and utter shock. I believe that as a defense mechanism I simply dozed off, trying to be as numb and away from the situation as I possibly can. I believe I did this for just a few seconds because when I regained conscious he was already grabbing me. I tried to push back, I gave everything inside of me, but he is just too strong, he forcefully kisses me and starts to grope me.

He then takes my hoodie off, and forcefully rips the dress I was wearing, leaving me in just my bra and shorts I wore beneath it, and then proceeds to grab my breasts. I believe this is when my fight or flight kicked in, causing me to scream. I scream so loud that even the dead could hear me.

This only made him ever more angry, so he slaps me across the face and begins talking again. Changing his tone from creepy to a pretty pissed of one

"If you open up your mouth again you dirty slut I will knock you out, and make sure that-"

Thankfully, he doesn't even get to finish that sentence because the doorknob starts to turn, a sense of relief starts to wash over me. Thank god he didn't lock the door in the first place. The door swings open and a tall blond guy is standing there looking confused at the scene unfolding before him. This man was sent by the literal angels, my savior.

"What's going on here?" he firmly asks

I simply give him a pleading look, trying to tell him what happened through my eyes, and it seems like he understood really fast what is going on.

The creep tried to push him out and close the door, but he steps into the bathroom and looks down at him. When he diverts his gaze onto me I think he noticed my eye makeup running and the lack of color in my skin, since his expression softened.

"Are you ok?" he asks while putting himself between me and the man.

"Yeah man she is fine, I am just trying to get some action if you know what I mean" the creep says fake laughing, I cringe from hearing his voice. The blond dude looks at him, not buying a single word coming out of his mouth.

"Listen, if you don't get the fuck out of this bathroom right now I will make sure to put you six feet under" he says, sounding very collected.

However, looking into his eyes, I can see a thousand thoughts going through his mind

The weirdo simply puts his hands in surrender and exits the bathroom, throwing a few curse words as he leaves.

Relief washes over my body when I notice I am safe. But as everything hits me, every moment, every part of my body he touch, I start crying. I fall to the ground and curl up in a ball unable to move.

What I thought would be a fun night out with my friends turned out horribly wrong, I almost got fucking raped. Before my thoughts can consume me any longer, I feel a hand on my shoulder which causes me to flinch

I think the blonde guy got taken aback by my reaction, and I don't want him to feel sad, so I just mumble a low sorry

"Hey hey no don't be afraid, and don't apologize. The guy that did this is gone, nothing bad can happen to you now, I promise"

His voice gives me comfort. Maybe it's the vulnerable situation I am in right now, but the fear I once had slowly starts to fade away. I hear some shuffling and that's when I notice that the guy is now sitting on the floor beside me, staring at me with a look of worry on his face.

"T-thank you for that, I-I really appreciate it. You can leave if you like I don't want to keep you in here you are missing the party" I quickly say trying to not take too much of his time. Poor guy he probably just wanted to take a wee

"Hey it's ok, I really don't care about the party, a friend of mine wanted to come and he dragged me along. Take as long as you need"

I sigh in relief, as much as I didn't want to bother him, I don't want to be alone.

Speaking of being alone, Angel comes to mind, I really need to find her and I need to tell her.

"Thank you so much, really. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if you didn't step in, he would have done so much wo-" I begin but he quickly cuts me off

"No no no, don't let your mind get there, let's talk about something else. What's your name?" the guys says, diverting the subject

"I'm Charlotte but my friends call me Char" I answer

"I'm Clay" he says trying to brighten up the mood

"Clay, I like that name" I answer, trying to smile as to not seem as rude, but I can't, causing me to sigh in defeat. "I'm sorry that we had to meet in such a crappy way, you seem nice" I laugh at myself, making me look down, and that's when I notice I am still in my bra, and my face turns red.

Clay looked at me confused at first, but when he looked down to see what I was staring at just moments ago, his face quickly turns the same shade as mine. Thankfully he looks away and without saying anything or pointing it out, he takes his hoodie off and hands it to me

"Oh no, it's completely not your fault do not apologize, I am glad we met though" he says trying to keep the conversation moving "Im sorry about your dress" Clay adds, pointing at the torn pieces of fabric laying across the bathroom floor.

Aaaand, I think I'm starting to get sick again.

"Did you come to the party with some friends or do you need a ride home, my friend will probably crash here and my car is parked a few blocks away" he then asks

Now I really need to find Angel, or even Jacob. I check the time and see it's almost 2 AM, it is still quite early which probably means my friends are both most likely with some guy and I really don't feel like interrupting whatever that's going onq. Clay did offered to take me home, but leaving means I'm going to be alone again, and I'm not sure I'm ready to be alone and let my thoughts consume me.

"Uhm, I'm sure my friends are somewhere in this house, I just don't want to bother them" I chuckle "As for going home... I don't feel like me being alone is ideal. The idea of it sounds pretty scary at the moment"

"Oh yeah, that's totally understandable, I can keep you company if you'd like" he slowly says. Talking as if I'd break.

Honestly, I feel bad, like very bad. Sadly, this is not the first time something like this has ever happened, was this the worst one yet? Definetly. I never actually got hit, that one took me by surprise.

"Char? Are you ok?" Clay says while looking trying to read my thoughts

"Mhm" I say, shaking myself out of my thoughts "I am, and yes I'd love it if you keep me company until uhm, my friends are done"

I slowly get up from the floor and walk out of the bathroom, Clay said it was better if we left that place. I can sense him following me pretty close. It might seem weird but I feel safe with him, just having him by my side gives me comfort.

We decided on going to the backyard since the inside of the house was just too loud for us to even have a conversation. Once we step outside I take a good look at Clay. I don't know if it is the moonlight perfectly shinning on his face highlighting his freckles, or the fact that I'm slightly drunk, but he is one of the most beautiful person I have ever seen, he has this blond-ish hair and those green eyes I looked into earlier which I can easily see myself getting lost in.

I sit down on the grass and notice that Clay does the same. We stay silent for a few minutes enjoying the night. I could talk but I may make things awkward... Eh fuck it

"So... do you go to college here?" I ask, trying to sound confident, but I inevitably fail and my voice cracks in the middle of it. Really? Fuck me, I'm never beating the socially awkward allegations

"Oh no I don't do college, actually, I don't do school for a matter of fact, I dropped out of highschool" He says laughing to himself, I think he notices the look of shock on my face so he quickly adds "I dropped out because I wanted to get into coding full time"

That... kind of makes sense?

"Oh that's so cool, I could not even download an app on my computer if my life depended on it" I pause for a few moments "I go to college here, I am majoring in business" I add and he slowly nods.

A strong wave of confidence hits me, so I decide on being bold today. "So... do you have Instagram?" I ask with a smile plastered on my face, but the reaction isn't the one I was hoping for. His face quickly drops, I clearly begin to panic, so I opt to do what I do best. Damage control. "I mean if you don't want to give it to me it's fine, I maybe thought that I could DM you on Instagram so I can give you your hoodie back. I want to clean it first, you know because I think there is a little bit of eyeliner on it. I am so so very sorry by the way for being such a pain, I bet you would prefer to be with your friends right now instea-"

"Char, you are rambling" Yeah, my type of damage control is to ramble. "I actually don't have an Instagram, but I can give you my number" he says smiling. Maybe it wasn't that bad after all. We quickly exchange numbers and notice that his contact name is Clay

"And what does the coder do for a living huh" I ask intrigued. I mean, what could a highschool dropout possibly be doing?

"Oh, um do you know the game Minecraft?" he carefully says

"Yeah, I've heard about it I think my brother plays it. I just generally really suck at video games, so I'm not really into it"

"Well, sometimes these YouTubers need the game to be modified in some type of way, and if they don't know how to do so, that's when I come in. I basically create a code and explain them how to use it" His eyes lit up when talking about it, I can notice it's something he is really passionate about.

"That is literally so cool. I'm glad you can work as something you are really passionate about" I say smiling

"Yeah, it was a big decision, I kinda dropped everything for it... But it was worth it you know? I met so many cool people through it" he proudly says, looking forward as if he was remembering everything he went through

"Really? Do you work with like big big youtubers" I ask "Do you know-" I begin, but quickly realize it was a dumb question, he codes video games

"Who?" he chuckles

"I, was gonna ask" I say laughing as well "If you knew Emma Chamberlain"

"Why would I know her" he bursts out laughing

"That's why I freaking backtracked ok" I say trying to defend myself "You asked!"

"No yeah, I totally know Emma Chamberlain the big minecraft streamer, totally, I've coded so much shit for her, sure" he sarcastically remarks

"Ok, smart ass, I got ti" I say acting as if actually got offended

"But for real, I uhm, know Mr Beast" he tells me, and I stare into his eyes without a single thought behind my eyes "You... don't know Jimmy?" he asks once he notices my lack of excitement or response

"I'm... sorry?" I carefully say "Look, in my defense, I only watch daily vlogs, ok? I already told you I suck at video games"

"He doesn't do gaming" Clay lightly laughs "His thing is giving money away"

"Oooooh" I say "Gotcha, he sounds nice"

"He is!"

"So... Tell me a very embarrassing childhood story, go!" I tell him, trying to keep the conversation moving, and it worked.

We spend the rest of the time talking about life. I learned that Clay is originally from here, Florida. My parents are back in New York, shared some childhood stories and whatnot. When i look at my phone I see that it is already 4 AM, and that I have several messages from Angel.

Angel hey char, I couldn't find you at the party so I figured you went home so I left

please lmk where u are

you are not on your bedroom, pls answer me or I'll call Jake

Char

hey babe I'm ok

going home now

see you in a bit

Angel

ok, I will be awake just to make sure you actually get here

"Uh, Clay" I say

"Yeah?" he answers smiling at me

"I might actually need a ride, if the offer from earlier still stands" I say unsure

"Yes of course, let me text my friend and see if he is staying here or not"

He pulls out his phone and starts to text someone. After a couple of minutes he puts his phone away and turns to look at me. "Ok, all set, he is crashing here so I can drop you off at your place"

The way back to my house went by in a flash. We talked even more and got to know each other. We are actually getting together for coffee next week.

Once we arrive at my place, Clay parks and we both get out of the car. He stands on the sidewalk intensely looking at me as I make my way next to him

"Thank you so much for today"

"Char it's nothing, really"

"No, I'm being serious, you literally saved me and then made me feel so much better. We literally talked for hours, the only other person I ever talked to that much is my best friend" I truthfully say and quickly hug him. I think I shocked him because it takes him a few seconds to reciprocate the hug. When I pull back I notice he is slightly blushing

"Well, see you next week" I say breaking the tension

"See you next week" he simply says

Once I enter the house I see Angel sprinting towards me with a cheeky smile on her face.

"I saw you with that blond guy, what's his name?"

"First, don't look at me like that he is just my friend, and secondly, his name is Clay"

"Well, from what I saw he won't be "just your friend" for much longer" she says winking at me and air quoting the words 'just friends'. I roll my eyes and sprint up the stairs locking myself in my room before she can bombard me with questions any further.

"Run all you want Charlotte, you are lucky I'm tired right now"

Once I settle down on my bed I let the entire night run through my head. Clay couldn't possibly like me right? I met him just today. This is definitely just Angel overexaggerating things.

As I slowly drift off to sleep, the only thing on my mind are those green eyes.

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Author's note

I don't know how to write a slowburn so if I'm going too fast lmk pls and thank you.

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