Crashing Down

Chapter 03

Yesterday I caught Mani making out with some blonde haired boy on the living room couch. I walked in and he stared at me like a deer in headlights. Mani nearly fell off the couch. I just scowled at him, and his hand which was roaming up my little sister's shirt, before I causally flipped on the lights and walked up the stairs.

Today, that same boy invited her to a party that was happening later tonight. She wanted me to go; said mom and dad wouldn't let her unless I went. She was younger, but I was the tag along.

I was tempted to say no, to decline her any further contact with the stupid blonde boy who couldn't even introduce himself, but of course I said yes.

So there I was, leaned up against a wall, looking stupid as ever by myself. I wasn't drinking, smoking, or getting high. Goody-goody I would be labeled. Fine with me, as long as they didn't question why. I hated "why" questions.

And then there he was, perfect as ever, too busy being the life of the party to notice pathetic me. Of course, why would he want to notice me? In class was one thing, he had to look my direction every time he wanted to see the clock, but here, why would he?

Oliver was surrounded by gorgeous females, all who either possessed great boobs, butts, or were just flat out sluts. They all beat me in the long run. Everyone beat me in the long run.

So I continued to stand there, by myself, watching everyone at the party with envy. I missed Essex. I had friends in Essex, I had a life in Essex. And in Yorkshire? I had nothing, I was nothing.

Fed up with the party, and all the people involved with it, I made my way towards the front door. My feet shuffled against the carpet. I had the urge to reach out and touch someone, shocking them with the static I was creating with every step. Just one touch, one shock, it would make my night.

Someone beat me to it though, touched me first. Someone's palm grabbed onto my elbow, stopping me from exiting the house. The moment their skin touched mine, that little shock happened, causing them to drop their hand from my arm.

Glancing over my shoulder, I gazed into the eyes of Oliver Sykes. He stole my shock, the thing that would make my night. Now what would I have?

"Where yeh goin'?" He asked coolly, glancing down at his hand. "Did yeh feel that? Or am I goin' mental?"

"Outside." I replied simply, turning my vision back to the door. The handle shocked me, also, as I turned it, letting myself out into the air. I wanted to be alone, not just feel like it.

"Why?" Oliver asked, following me out.

There was one of those "why" questions. I hate "why" questions, so I replied the same. Maybe he's catch on.

"Why do you care?" I asked, continuing to walk forward. I was pretending to ignore his presence. But really, why did he care? He didn't know me, he probably didn't want to know me.

"Why wouldn't I care?" He retorted, "This is my party after all."

So this was his party? His house? His friends inside, who had no radar for wallflowers. He shut the door behind him, leaving his party.

"Why are you following me?" I questioned, lightly walking down the steps of his porch. Again, his footsteps followed me.

"Why are yeh so bitter?" He asked, taking a few large steps to appear at my side. I continued to ignore him. He had caught onto my "why" game.

"Why are you so persistent?" This was going to get old fast, especially since he wouldn't answer any of my questions. I didn't like this game much anymore.

"Will yeh stop walkin' off. I'm tryin' to talk to yeh, damn." He was getting frustrated, much like he.

But he cracked first, I won the game. Lisia, one point, Oliver none.

I slowed myself to a stop and glanced over at him. He was peering down at me through his dark lashes. It was almost as if he had mascara on. I tapped my foot lightly against the pavement of his walkway. "What are you trying to talk to me about? I didn't think it was a crime to leave a party."

Oliver cocked his head to the side, looking at me oddly. "You're strange, did yeh know that?" He asked.

So now he was insulting me? I huffed and looked away from him, walking towards my original destination of the street. Once again, he reached out and touched me. There was no shock this time, just tingles from his touch. Did dragging your feet on pavement cause that?

"Why are yeh walkin' away again?" He asked, his voice raising slightly. He was frustrated again.

Lisia, two points, Oliver, zilch.

"Why are you still playing the Why Game?" I yelled back. My voice was too high, my temper was too high, my patience was too low.

I didn't turn to face him this time. I just stopped walking at the point where the walkway met the sidewalk. Oliver approached me from behind, staying silent as well. It was quiet for a while. I just made things very awkward.

"The Why Game?" Oliver asked after a moment. I groaned and started walking again, only to have him grab my arm a third time, the tingles coming back.

"I'm sorreh." He apologized, letting go of my arm after making sure I wasn't going to walk anymore. "Could yeh turn to look at me, I feel like I'm talkin' to a wall."

"You'd probably rather talk to a wall." I retorted, turning around anyways. He gave a faint smile, still looking at me like I was weird, like I was "strange."

"Look, why don't yeh come back to the party. I can show yeh a good time, yeh don't have to be by yourself." He explained. So he had seen me alone? Oh God, why? I must have looked pathetic.

"Sorry, no." I replied, trying to keep my cool. I had already yelled at him, looked like an idiot, and was about to reject him. There go my chances out the window; bye-bye.

Oliver looked dumbfounded. "What, why?" He asked, confused. Ha, his charm didn't work. Sorry. He kept talking, "Well, not "why," will that make yeh mad again if I ask why?"

"No." I replied with a roll of my eyes. "Why? Because I don't want to spend my time with someone I hardly know, someone who tries to charm the whole female population out of their clothing."

Oliver smirked. "Well I'm not goin' to deny that." He said. There was a smile on his lips. Was he proud of using all those girls for sex? Good for him?

"Good, I wouldn't have believe you if you did. G'night." I turned and walked away from him.

I would be back for Mani in an hour, whether or not she liked it. For now, though, I walked away, telling my mind "left foot, right foot" so I wouldn’t trip as Oliver watched me.

Lisia, three points, Oliver, I don't know. He might have won.
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