"We'll have to go our separate ways for college soon." I typed in my thoughts.

　　"Yeah." He agreed.

　　"But we're still gonna be best friends, right?" I texted.

　　"Of course." He texted back.

　　"Pinky Promise?"

　　"Yeah, pinky promise."

　　~•~•~

　　4 years later

　　I stumbled out the door in my heels and felt someone catch me before I could face plant the ground.

　　The air was a bit chilly but it was still bearable. I caught a whiff of smoke from the burning cigarettes of teenagers that were lounging on the yard, away from the loud music.

　　I raised my head and giggled at the sight of him. "You look stoopid." I slurred.

　　He smirked, his hand firmly placed on my waist as he pulled me against his body.

　　Now, now. Yes, I'm drunk. But was I drunk enough to be stupid drunk? No, I was not.

　　I shook him off me, staggering to stand up on my own. The heels were hurting the balls of my feet and it was almost impossible to balance myself on them. I dropped down to a squat at lightning speed, shocking the guy that was holding me as he took half a step back from me with his hands raised in surrender, as if to say he didn't do it.

　　I scoffed at his gesture while my fingers fumbled with the straps of my heels, trying to undo them.

　　The guy crouched beside me as he tried to see what I was trying to do. When he inched closer, his hands reaching out to me, my hand shot out to stop him, halting his movements. I turned to face him, my eyelids half-closed as I tried to fight against the drowsiness that was starting to hit me full force.

　　"I can do it," I told him sassily.

　　He raised his eyebrows before raising his hands again in surrender and moving back.

　　I went back to work on the straps. When I finally got them off, I hooked the straps to my fingers and straightened up. I shook my feet, trying to ease the pain in my feet. The balls of my feet felt raw, as if a blistering was forming.

　　As I stood there, trying to get used to the pain in my feet, a few other guys burst through the door behind us, leaving the party that was at full swing, and jumped the guy that was with me.

　　"Ty! You leaving already?" One of them greeted as he gave Ty a back hug.

　　Since I didn't know them, I decided to ignore them and started trying to walk gingerly instead.

　　When Ty saw me walk away, he caught up with me, his friends on his trail. He slung his hand across my shoulder and brought me closer to his side.

　　"You're drunk, babe, let me get you home."

　　Before I could answer, a deep voice interrupted from beside me. "I don't think that's a good idea, mate."

　　I turned at the familiar voice, crunching my face up in confusion. What were the chances that I'd see him here? Oh right, a lot.

　　"Alex?"

　　Alex didn't bother acknowledging my presence. He looked down at his cigarette that was already burning short, took one last draw from it before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it, snuffing it out.

　　"Mind your own business, buddy." Ty sounded annoyed. His friends were suddenly crowding the both of us, as if trying to make their presence known.

　　I looked around at the towering men around me and then back at Alex.

　　What was happening?

　　"I'd rethink what you're about to do if I were you," Alex said, pointedly looking at Ty's arm that was slung around my shoulder.

　　It was just then that I realized it was still sitting there. I frowned at it and tried to shrug it off but Ty's hand latched onto my shoulder and brought me even closer to him, if that was even possible.

　　I scowled at Ty. My mind was still hazy and everything I did was sluggish but I was conscious enough to know when someone was being a douchebag.

　　"I know the girl, man. I'm just saying, she's got quite the family. If you know what's best for you, I suggest you back off." Alex spoke again. His tone wasn't threatening and his body language was relaxed but his eyes betrayed him.

　　Maybe it was the alcohol getting to me and making me see things but I could've sworn that a storm was brewing behind those grey eyes.

　　"What's that gotta do with you?" Ty snapped irritably.

　　Alex shrugged, coming off nonchalant about the situation. "I'm just worried about you boys. Guys gotta look out for each other, am I right?" He threw in a lazy grin.

　　I snorted unattractively through my drunken stupor. "God, still the jackass that he is." I muttered under my breath.

　　If any of the boys heard me, they didn't show it.

　　Their eyes were locked on each other the entire time, unwavering.

　　I grumbled under my breath incoherently before throwing my head back, hitting Ty's arm that was still there lightly, to look at the sky in frustration. I looked back at the guys, specifically, at Alex. "Are you gonna keep ignoring me? How much longer are you planning to ignore me?"

　　I know I sounded like a whiny attention-whore but for some reason, the situation just irks me to a whole new level.

　　Alex continued to ignore me as his amused eyes stayed glued at Ty. Forget what I said about how a storm was brewing behind the look he had in his eyes. The jackass was probably incapable of feeling that way in this situation.

　　"Don't you know that taking someone without their consent is considered kidnapping?" He tilted his head slightly, motioning to the arm that was still resting on my shoulder.

　　I mean, jeez, what was I? An arm rest? I mean I know these guys were giants but there's no need to make a 5"5 girl feel short y'know.

　　I huffed in annoyance as I crossed my arms, my heels still dangling on one hand by their straps. I started to wonder how Alex knew the exact definition of kidnapping as if he was reciting it off a textbook.

　　"He probably made it up. That sounds like Alex," I thought to myself before I started giggling at myself. I must be drunk off my face to have such drastic mood swings.

　　Even as I giggled to myself like a lunatic, the boys still acted like I wasn't there.

　　Ty hasn't said anything in response to Alex's warnings and, apparently, Alex wasn't done.

　　"If you do anything to her without her sound consent, that'll be rape, assault, etc etc, you name it." Alex's eyes finally flickered towards my direction as he said the next part. "Now, she doesn't look that sober to me. I don't know if a drunken slur would count as a sound consent, boys." Alex raised his hands palms up like 'what are you gonna do about it'.

　　My alcohol induced mind didn't let me process things as quickly as I normally would so it took me a moment longer to fully process what Alex had said. But before I could ponder on it any longer, Ty already had his hand off me. He stepped away, shaking his head with a glare on his face directed at Alex. "Whatever, man. This shit ain't worth it."

　　He took off with his friends in tow and I was left alone with Alex. As Ty's friends followed closely behind him, I felt one of them shove me away. I was lucky I decided to take off my heels, or else I would've broken my ankles for sure. Even without the heels on, I had little to zero balance, so the shove really threw me forward.

　　I stumbled a few steps, my arms flailing by my sides, trying to find something to hold onto. The dizziness that I was already feeling didn't help as I tried to figure out how close I was from hitting the ground and which side of my body I should brace first for impact.

　　But I suddenly felt hands slipping under my arm and bearing my weight.

　　I slowly opened my eyes and relaxed my pain-ready crunched up face. I looked up and met Alex's eyes.

　　He looked at me silently, his face not giving off any indication of what he was thinking. His expression was wiped clean and I couldn't guess what he was feeling.

　　I stared back at him, tilting my head to the side as I tried to figure him out.

　　After a while, a word left his lips. "Idiot."