Mads grabbed her life life by the shoulders and turned it upside down.
Okay, maybe not exactly her life. Maybe just the boy who was currently calling her a bitch. But you know what, that incident did turn Lizzy's life upside down, because it was when she met Ivan.
You see, Mads wasn't too great with her people skills. She preferred books (and, okay, Netflix) to her peers when she wasn't in school. Even then she pretty much just got through the day with her head down. No, Mads didn't have some dark past that caused her to have a deeply tortured soul and therefore somewhat of a social outcast. She just didn't feel the need to constantly work at making herself likable to people. The fact that she sometimes got irrationally angry with the world and lashed out at the poor nobody sitting beside her didn't exactly help the situation fact, that was how our dear protagonist got herself into the situation she was currently regretting the hell out of.
The boy who was being held upside down by the ankles was named Chuck. All you really need to know about him for the sake of this story is that he a) was a creep and b) he thought Mads' tits were big. You can probably figure how he came to be upside down from there.
Of course, Lizzy had no problems terrifying that shit out of the creep who had just told her she had giant "gazongas". In fact, she had been looking forward to it with quite a lot of glee. The part she was regretting was doing it in a short dress with high heels. The short dress probably had something to do with the gazonga comment. Might be useful to know that my tits look big in this dress, thought Mads, filing that tidbit of information away for a more useful time. Mads didn't wear a whole lot of short dresses, so beating someone up in one was going to be harder than she previously expected. She did, however, wear lots of high heels, so that wasn't going to be problem. She quite liked towering over everyone else, thank you very much. It helped Mads get noticed and all that.
This would be the moment where in a normal, slightly cliched story such as this one Ivan would show up and save the day. Instead, Mads met Ivan when she punched Chuck in the nose (hopefully breaking it) and ran away from the dumb-ass party her brother was throwing for some dumb-ass holiday.
Ohmygod what the actual fuck how what no fuck shit goddamn motherfucking sonofabitch why did I do that oh shit was the internal monologue going through Mads's head as she sped down some alley after fleeing her brother's party. This wasn't like her at all to pick a fight, especially at one of Al's mentally berated herself for having that last shot of vodka. She knew it was a bad idea from the get-go, and yet she downed it anyways. God, her life was pathetic. No control whatsoever.
Mads stopped, bending at the waist and gulping in desperate gasps of air. "Fucking… Gazongas" she wheezed, thinking bitterly of the creep who got her into this mess. Now she was in some random alley, leaning against a wall and trying not to die. Mads closed her eyes and tilted her head towards the sky, taking deep breaths. That when she felt it, that sixth sense that tells you when you're being watched. Mads slowly opened her eyes and…screamed bloody murder.
"WHATTHEFUCKGETAWAYFROMMYFACEOHMYGODYOU'REHUGE"
When Mads had opened her eyes, she had seen dark stormy eyes, surrounded by pale skin and a mop of really light blonde hair. He was just there, two inches from her face. And why the hell was he smiling?!