The Great Escape
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Chapter Five – We Just Like to Party
THE GIRLS
Although the girls were just approaching the end of the road, the music pumping from the sorority house was already setting vibrations along the ground. Cheers and wolf-whistles accompanied the noise to ensure the party mood that Friday evening.
"I officially love Mike for giving you the word about this party!" Maria exclaimed excitedly, her red curls bouncing as she twirled over to her best friend. "Tonight is going to be incredible!"
Eve cheered in appreciation. "Hell yeah!"
The two linked arms and turned to Mickie, toning down their excitement for her benefit. Both wore innocent looks on their faces as they waited for the verdict.
"Have fun." The brunette merely sighed. "But don't get too carried away!" She warned quickly.
With her approval, they turned to the fun-crusher of the group, who offered, "Eve, don't let some jackass get you a drink; get it yourself...and Maria...just remember to calm yourself down every once in a while."
Ashley rolled her eyes as they practically ran towards the party. She kept her pace slow alongside Mickie as their ears were infected with Metro Station's contagious Shake It tune.
Their routine for a party was quite simple and followed through on every occasion. The rules made by the more sensible girls of the group—namely the duo still trudging along—were meant for Eve mainly. Usually they weren't broken, as a promise of a good ass-kicking never failed to keep her on the right track, but this was a college party—they'd already established the rules here were different.
"I don't even know why I'm here," sighed the dirty-blonde eventually. "I mean, a party on the first week? I have work to do, you know...and I'm being dragged here? It just doesn't make sense. You know what else sucks? I heard he's going to be here. Could this be anymore—"
"Your mouth is running too much again," interrupted Mickie, shooting a pointed look in her direction.
Ashley mocked a gasp. "Okay. Why do I feel like You're Unbelievable by EMF should be playing in the background now?"
"Because I'm unbelievable, baby," teased the brunette, winking.
"Ohh!" She couldn't help but to add in tune, and the two broke into laughter. "Well alright I get your point. I'm still unhappy though."
"Well there's a shocker. What's the problem this time?"
She merely shook her head, deciding, as they entered the party zone, that it wasn't worth her time to try and explain herself over a Lady GaGa tune. Instead the two ambled through the student-filled rooms together, only pausing when Mickie spotted people she knew.
"Christian!" She yelled over the music, and grinned when both he and Chris recognized her and called her over. When she reached, she continued, "How long have you been here?"
"Half an hour at the most," shrugged Chris in response.
"And you haven't left yet?" Ashley interjected with a look of disbelief on her face. "This is awful." She then scowled.
"Don't worry about her." Mickie shrugged the insult off as her best friend disappeared through a crowd of people. "She's constantly PMSing about stuff."
"Right." Chris nodded, hopping up onto the kitchen counter. "So are you going to tell us your name now?"
"I'll give you a hint," she giggled, "okay?"
"Sure."
"It begins with an M and ends with an E. Okay?"
"Darn," laughed Christian after taking a sip of beer. "I totally had you down as a Martha."
"Do I look like a Martha to you?" She raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't think so."
He opened his mouth to retort, only to be distracted when Chris widened his eyes and landed back onto his feet. Neither around him could say a word and only watched as he walked up to a particular someone and begun with, "No, no, no!" It was Adam. "You and Christian are not going off somewhere to cause trouble."
Christian grinned as he turned to Mickie. "He's my best buddy. Everyone seems to think—for some weird reason—that we're trouble when we get together."
"Maybe because it's true?"
"Yeah...maybe." His eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment. "Anyway, I'm gonna see who else is here. You cool here?"
"Perfectly."
After grabbing a beer from the cooler, Mickie slipped through the crowd of people, her eyes searching for another familiar face. She didn't feel particularly safe on her own; having been there for a total of five days, she didn't know what to expect from the strangers to her.
It took less than a minute to find someone she 'knew'.
Sitting comfortably in the corner of—what she assumed to be—the living room with a book in his hands and an iPod resting on his stomach was Phil Brooks. He was listening to his own music through white ear buds.
Frowning in interest, the brunette made sure to keep her distance but to also keep her eyes on him. He was far too intriguing to leave alone.
Eve had broken the rule.
Even with Ashley's strict words running through her mind, all she'd been thinking was screw this; he's a cute guy. The "jackass" had been smooth with his words and even smoother when he returned to her with a drink in hand. She accepted—of course—and was now happily sipping on her alcoholic beverage.
Maria was by her side, and giggling as Randy told a joke to her. It wasn't particularly funny but this was Maria, and she would laugh at anything her crush said even if it wasn't meant to be laughed at. Plus, she was a bit ditzy; that always counted for something.
"So Randy," Eve interrupted one joke, turning to the guy, "where's Mike? He sent me a text that he was going to be here but I haven't seen him yet."
"He's actually feeling ill. He only made it to a couple of classes today." He informed her. "He is really pissed that he can't be here tonight though."
"Oh...well he seemed really eager to be here when I texted him an hour ago."
"That's because he wants to please you," the dark-haired guy laughed and added, "He likes you in case you didn't know."
The brunette felt a blush catch her cheeks, but quickly scolded herself and allowed him and Maria to get back to their conversation. Though it was her natural reaction to become shy at a guy's obvious attention, she was still unhappy with herself for forgetting about her boyfriend. Even if only for a split second.
So when the guy who'd got her drink appeared again, she suddenly felt all the more guilty.
Don't I ever think before I do these things?
"Hey, you wanna dance?" He smirked, flicking his blonde locks out of his face.
"Sure." She smiled unsurely.
Not one to turn down such an offer, the Latina followed him to the dancing section of the room, only to curse when a fast-paced and, quite frankly, booty-shaking song shot through the speakers suddenly. It was just her luck.
It seemed inevitable that the two got down and dirty, but things got a little too heavy when his hands roamed up and down her body with pleasure. She was suddenly all too aware of how personal this was getting...uncomfortable even.
"You can stop that." She ordered, but her voice wasn't as strict coming out of her mouth as it was in her head. "Seriously."
He either didn't hear her or ignored the warning; she was willing to bet that it was the latter of the two options. With people dancing around them it was hard to signal to Maria for help in the situation, and she uncomfortably begun peeling his fingers off her body.
Damn. Why did I have to wear the skimpy dress tonight?
"I'm really not—"
"Relax, baby." He interrupted with his now famous smirk. "It's cool."
No, it was far from cool.
Eve felt her heart beat increase as he moved in closer, but not in the good way. She was freaked out and unsure of what to do. She knew that guys liked to be friendly with her but none had crossed the line in such a way.
"Please...I really don't want..."
The guy was ignoring her. Again.
This wasn't going to end anytime soon, she knew, but she was too afraid to do anything. All she was doing now was cursing herself for dressing like a "slut"; blaming this mess onto herself, so much so that tears pricked at her eyes, threatening to spill.
Out of nowhere, a right hand slammed into the guy's cheek, sending him stumbling backwards. The move was impressive considering his own strength, and clearly the action was intended for him.
Too stunned to cry, she turned to her saviour, her heart pumping harder. If she thought she was surprised before, now she was simply gobsmacked. "Ashley?!"
But the dirty-blonde was too busy glaring at the guy to take notice. Instead she spat, "Touch her again and you'll be getting more than my fist in your face! Fucking asshole."
Ashley grabbed Eve's hand at once, leading her out of the dancing crowd, who unsurprisingly enough hadn't seen the move and were still shaking their butts to some overly popular song. The two ended up by the drinks table where the blonde folded her arms across her chest stubbornly. Clearly she was waiting for an explanation.
She wasn't going to get one.
"Do you know what this means?" Apparently the brunette was excited now; at least she was judging by the smile on her face.
"That you're stupid and you can't spot trouble from a mile off? I mean, really, Eve; what were you thinking?!"
"It means you care!" Eve squealed in delight, bouncing forwards and nearly hugging the life out of the girl. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"
She stiffened in the hold. "You're bugging me now."
"But you care."
"I don't care."
"But you do."
"But I don't."
"But you do."
"But I—" Mid-flow, Ashley scowled. "Forget it. Come on, we're going now—I don't want to have to save your pathetic ass again."
"Aww you're trying to be mean and cold-hearted again, but it's not working on me. I know you care now." She beamed.
"NO!" The punk-rocker suddenly yelled, turning on her heel to face her again. A deep frown was on her face as she scolded, "I really am pissed off at you. Don't you ever see what you're doing to yourself? One of these days you're going to walk right into trouble, but no-one is going to be there to save you. You have to be wise when it comes to these situations...but once again, you let us down." Eventually, she softened. "We can't keep saving you."
Eve's grin slid right off her face as she watched her 'friend' leave her. Though her mood changes had been frequent, she was now certain the horrible feeling inside was here to stay.
Maria was full-on beaming when she reached Mickie. This was no surprise as she was constantly in a happy mood no matter what, but this was something different. Even through Mickie's thorough exam of a particular guy, she was caught off-guard by her friend's mood.
"His girlfriend is really nice," was the redhead's form of greeting as she perched onto the seat next to her friend. "She told me she's trying out for a sorority next year—I think she'll do really well, you know; she's gorgeous! Like...super model gorgeous!"
"Only you could be so content with a girlfriend of a crush," said Mickie, shaking her head but keeping her focus on Phil. "What's up with that?"
"Well...I don't know." She suddenly pouted. "Michelle seems really nice. I mean, I've only had a two minute conversation with her but I can tell she is. Why dislike someone if there's no reason to right?"
"I suppose you have a point there."
"I know I do. In fact, I agreed to meet up with her soon. She said she would like that; see, how nice is she?"
"Adorable..."
Maria cleared her throat a moment later. "Mickie, who are you staring at?"
The brunette couldn't help but to grin as she finally turned back to her friend. "That's the guy who I was telling you about before. He's in one of my classes and he's really mysterious; a cool mysterious. I think he's cute and...and...now I feel like I'm back in high school." She concluded, rolling her eyes.
"That's not a bad thing Micks! Some things don't have to change."
"I guess you're right. So what do you think of him?"
"He's...something." Those two words said, Mickie turned to her with a raised eyebrow. She giggled in response and then shrugged. "I'm sorry. I'm too busy thinking about Randy...he's so cute, you know."
"Oh really? You hadn't mentioned that."
"Okay funny girl, I'm going to head back and see him now...and Michelle, of course! I can't forget about her."
"I bet you want to."
Maria playfully hit her on the shoulder. "Stop being silly! No, I don't. I'll see you later." But after remembering something, she was back for a few seconds. "Oh and Ashley sent me a text. She's gone back to the room. I don't know about Eve, but I'll check on her."
Mickie frowned. "Why's that? I mean, why is Ash heading off?"
"She didn't say—you know what she's like though. She hates places like these; I think she only came tonight because we forced her to."
"Yeah, you're right. It's probably that."
After being left alone, the brunette turned to focus on the exact same spot...only to find the seat he'd been using now vacant. She felt a sense of disappointment, and frowned as she swivelled around to grab her beer again.
Where had he gone?
Then it occurred to her how time-consuming this guy was. She'd never been so involved with someone of the opposite sex before—not even her brother through their weekly music challenges—and so, realizing the small fact now, it surprised her.
Get a hold of yourself, Mickie. He's JUST a guy!
Fairly content with her warning, she looked around again, searching for either Christian or Chris to brighten her already cheery mood. They were fun guys to hang around with; that was for sure.
"Hey, you're the girl who likes my tattoos right?"
On natural instinct, she stiffened.
He, on the other hand, continued. "Are you ignoring me or something?"
Mickie forced herself to turn to the voice, and found herself swallowing lightly when she saw him standing there. That amused smirk was on his face once again. Out of nowhere, a high-pitched giggle slipped out of her mouth. "Yes! Yes...that's me."
Good one, Mickie. Why don't you ever listen to yourself? Way to act like a tool.
"Cool. Well I thought I'd come over and introduce myself. I'm Phil." He stuck his hand out, but she looked at it as though it were toxic. He winked as he said, "I don't bite."
That's a shame, she thought with an extra edge to her.
She, however, merely blushed. "Well it's nice to meet you. I'm Mickie."
As her hand slid into his, she couldn't help but think how great it felt to be so close to Phil. The way he was looking at her—and she, too, to him she imagined—was intimate for their first official meeting. It just felt...right.
And with all her attention on him, it meant she missed the look of jealousy shot towards the pair from a guy on the other side of the room.
So there's the next chapter. Please review :)
Also: I'm thinking of doing the chapters like Ashley, Eve, Maria, Mickie & the girls and then rotate in that order. Would you prefer that or for the rest of the chapters to include all of them now?