Everything was muted, I was transfixed, obsessed with the bright crimson trail leading from my breast to my navel. I could just make out the drunken ramblings going on beside me crouched over Ginger's body slurring, "Matti? Shit man! I told you! I fucking told you, you fucking dumbass!"
My fascination was quickly turning to disgusted.
I was startled out of my thoughts when warm calloused fingers snaked themselves under my chin, and I just about jumped out of my skin as my eyes collide with the increasingly familiar cool blue stare.
I shudder to think that the warm, rough fingers that were now gripping my face with the softness of a downy feather, were the same one's that just moment's before inflicted so much affliction, having been clenched into a fist while beating the consciousness out of Ginger, who is currently residing motionless, barely breathing, crumpled on the no doubt filthy living room carpet.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?! WHO THE FUCK PUTS THEMSELVES IN THE MIDDLE OF A FIGHT?!"
Well, whatever moment we were just having is well and truly over.
I shove away Hunter's fingers which started soft, were now biting into my jaw, "let me go." I jerk away from his hold speaking as calmly as I could manage.
My emotions are running wild, competing with my insides which were convulsing with adrenaline.
"Oh, I'm sorry, baby girl. BUT YOU COULD HAVE BEEN FUCKING HURT!" His raised voice lets out icily.
My gaping mouth perfectly resembles a goldfish, opening and closing in seek of some witty reply, fortunately, I'm cut off by the high pitched screeching limited to the college girl sorority bimbos; Three obviously bottle-blondes sportings some serious dark regrowth with their bodies barely covered in tiny, tight outfits that leave way too little to the imagination dominate my line of sight.
I use his temporary distraction to my advantage and make a stealthy getaway.
On my race to the door, I find Callie In a tight corner chatting up with some jock with his arm draped around her shoulder, without slowing my pace I grab Callie's arm, shooting an apologetic smile to the undeniable handsome boy I stole her from. I can feel her glare, silently I mumble a little prayer begging her not to make a scene."
It's as of she knows I need to get out of here unnoticed, her dark hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity and something darker, she starts to open her mouth to question me, but I manage to cut her off with a sharp shake of my head.
"Later." I bit out, hoping that was enough to quiet her, if only for a little while.
I decided to bring her back to my apartment because her drunk ass probably wouldn't be able to get it's self back to her school dorm room.
The ride back to my apartment thou relatively short, was full of my tension and Callie's overexcited atmosphere, making it seems to go on forever, not wanting to sit in silence any longer than I have to I turn up the radio in my old beat-up Mustang, mindlessly humming along to whatever shitty pop song was playing at the moment, leaving all thoughts of Hunter and Callie way behind me.
As we enter the apartment I can't bear the thought of being questioned, I refuse to give her the chance, I have yet to even formulate an answer for myself let alone her, so I leave, letting her settle in on the couch.
I walk straight to my bedroom beelining through to the adjoining bathroom, turning back only to flick the lock on the door, I strip from my once beautiful, now ruined clothes that are clinging grossly to my exhausted body.
I throw my sweater and cami regretfully into the small wastebasket kept under the sink, toss my distressed high waisted skinnies into the woven clothes hamper before turning on the showers water pressures to the highest degree to scold the night out of every dirty pore of my exposed skin.
After an unaccountable amount of time has passed, I decide it's probably time to leave the comforting cloak of steam and return back to the reality of my cold bedroom.
My face and shoulders radiant hot pink and the pads of all my fingers and toes resembled more closely to sultanas then attachments to limbs, I drag my feet back into my bedroom falling into bed wrapped only in my fluffy white robe falling in and out of restless sleep.
***
The shrieking sound of my iPhone's alarm wakes me from the pleasant dreamless sleep I had finally found around 4 A.M.
I groan, "five more minutes." pleadingly to the universe, when I realise that my begging was getting me nowhere fast, I blindly thrust my arm out from beneath my duvet, feeling around my bedside table for the familiar, cool rectangle.
After my third failed attempt to Find my phone I reluctantly peel my face back from the pillow and blowing away a long dark strand of hair out of my vision, I growl when I see my phone less than half a millimetre away from my index finger, sighing I roll into my back to check the time.
"Oh, god!" I cry it was already 8:23! My first lecture started at 8:40!
I shove the covers from my body, jumping out of my warm bed, pulling on the first thing my hand comes into contact with from the pile of clothes at the bottom of my closet.
I manage to make it out of the door and towards my mustang with a grumpy Callie in tow at 8:28, wearing a pair of high waisted, black ripped Daisy Dukes, a vintage off the shoulder Bob Marley tour tank I had found at Goodwill and my favourite barely scuffed metallic purple doc martins.
In pony's rearview mirror I shove my hair into a messy bun, securing it with a chewed fountain pen I found resting on the dashboard, forgetting makeup entirely.
After checking my reflection one last time, I pull out of the apartment complex car park, and we're on our way.
After several heart-stopping minutes of me imitating a speed demon I'm pulling into NYU's student parking lot, barely remembering to lock up as I sprint to class leaving Callie and her amused hungover self lagging behind.