a frat party is not where you'd think you'd be on a thursday night after your mother had asked your older brother to watch you for the night.

you're ten. you're not supposed to be anywhere near partying, alcohol, drugs, and most likely a bunch of drunk people.

but there you were, standing alone in the hallway, terrified.

no one had noticed you, especially after your brother had ran off with some girl. you had scanned for exits, but they all seemed crowded by people. people who would make fun of you, ask why a kid was at a frat party.

but what the hell, right?

you were scared, practically shaking with fear as your eyes darted across what looked like hundreds of different people.

the music was loud, booming and overwhelming. you could cry.

that's when a guy who looked around your brothers age pointed at you from outside the hallway.

"yo! why's there a kid here?!" he yelled to a bunch of other people.

you tensed up, your eyes widening with fear.

as soon as chris noticed the look in your eyes, he immediately waved off the other people.

"nevermind," he called back out as he walked towards you. "yo, what the fuck are you doin' in a place like this, kid?" he scoffed.

you froze, unsure of what to say.

"you talk, or are you one of those nonverbal freaks?" he asked bluntly.

"sorry," he apologized, realizing how rude that must've come out.