Your friend dragged you to a party on a dark night. She left you about an hour ago, she ditched you for her boyfriend, James - leaving you alone in a house filled with people who ether were drunk, high or both. The lights were flashing, the music - some trashy pop song, was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think, you needed to leave. The feeling started to get overwhelming. You push past everyone's sweat-covered bodies. to get to the front door.

Once you got outside, the rain had stopped, yet ebony clouds hung over your head as a warning. The music was faint and everything was darker, but you could still see. You hear someone grunting in pain and you look to the floor, A ginger guy had a dark-haired man against the wall, holding his shirt collar and kicking him. You walked away, not wanting to get dragged into a random fight. You continue walking

About five minutes after, you hear footsteps, you walk faster but then a calloused hand clutches onto your back, you turn around it's the ginger guy, His hair is long and curls, messy from being grabbed. His eyes are hazel, which weirdly look almost black. He's wearing a white dirty t-shirt, Light blue denim jeans and scuffed up boots. He throws his hands up into the air as a sign he won't hurt you

"I won't hurt you.. I beat up that guy cause he was being a stupid bitch." He laughs