I haven't felt so inspired to write in so long so that's why I'm really hoping this book takes off!

Sara's POV

"Congratulations, you did what any decent person with morals would have done," I spit out. Did he want a trophy saying "Thank you for being a regular person"? His dark glare returns and if looks could kill I'd probably be ten feet under at the moment. He turns his back to me and Cyrus, walking back into the house and slamming the door behind him to the point where he gains the attention of others.

"Thanks again, you really didn't have to step in," Cyrus says, dusting off his khaki pants and button up shirt. 

"Um, yeah I did," I say with a half smile. 

"Did you know those guys?" I ask him. He lets out a sigh. "The douchebags that Jake's older brother decides to hangout with," He replies, glaring into the house.

"Are you alright?" I ask, scanning his body. He's a little taller than I am, with black hair and thick brows. He nods with a smile. 

"Yeah I'm good, but you may want to reconsider speaking to me in such a public setting," He jokes, but I can tell there's a part of him that is sincere.  

He seems to notice my puzzled expression. "I'm a theater nerd and major with a broadcasting minor," he says. I chuckle at him, noticing that my buzz is starting to fade due to the adrenaline rushing through my body a few moments ago.

"That sounds...fun?" I try, but really I can't imagine having to memorize hundreds of lines and put oneself into character. 

He laughs, shoving his palms into his pants.

"I love it, it's challenging and creative at the same time. What's your major?" He asks me.

"I'm undeclared," I tell him. I can't help but remember my Aunt Leslie and I getting into an argument when I told her I wouldn't be listing English as my major. She was so mad at me that night, her face turning red. Mine was too. I was in no mood to defend my decision, and I still don't wish to discuss it.

"Oh okay, so you don't know what you want to do yet?" He asks again, searching around the porch to see if anyone is going to come outside. I used to know. I should just punch my sub conscious in the face because ever since I got to California she won't shut up.

"Basically," I say, knowing it's only the half-truth.

"Do you want to go inside?" I ask him, changing the topic. He nods and together we go back inside where it's started to get muggy. I scan the room to see if Luke or Elena or anyone I recognize is near by, but naturally I don't see anyone. It isn't until we get to the main living room where I see a new group playing a new game.

Luke, Dean, Jake and Elena are sitting in a circle with some others.

Dean looks over at me, then at my company. "Looks like Sara brought along the faggot," He teases with a loud laugh. I gape at his words, quickly looking at Cyrus whose eyes are ridden with guilt. I feel my heart hammer against my chest as I watch him stare at the carpet, too ashamed to look up. I avert my attention to Dean.

"Don't say that word," I growl, earning the attention from the group who is laughing at me. What is wrong with these people? 

"If Cyrus can take a dick, then I think Sara can take a joke," Dean replies, and is praised openly with laughter. I'm starting to feel my blood simmer at the foul mentioning of Cyrus. Gay or not, they're being complete assholes! I'm utterly appalled that they continue to laugh at Cyrus for his orientation. I didn't know these kinds of people really existed, but now here I am, witnessing the ugly truth of the world and its inhabitants.

"Calm down, Sara, he's only kidding," Jake says with a grin. 

"I'm not laughing." But when I say that no one is paying attention, until Elena invites us to sit down next to her. I look at Cyrus who smiles at me.

"That's twice in one night. Are you my knight in shining armor?" Cyrus whispers to me since the music is somewhat loud. I laugh, releasing some of my anger.  I'm not sure I want to sit down with these people. They've made themselves look like terrible people, and although Dean was the only one who said anything, there is no greater evil that watching it transpire. 

"I'm not really in the mood to play some game," I tell Cyrus who agrees with me. Jake looks over his shoulder  to see if we'll join them, but I shake my head, to which he smiles and nods, leaving us be. I'm grateful that so far Jake seems like the most tolerable of his jerksquad.

"I really gotta use the bathroom," I say to no one in particular. "I can take you, I know where it is," Cyrus says with a gentle smile. He leads us to the stairs.

"So do you come here often?" I ask him as we make our way up. He laughs, and I realize how funny that sounds, so I too begin to laugh.

"I guess I kinda do," he replies as we're at the top of the stairs. "Not to be like, nosey or anything, but why? I mean, after what I just witnessed outside..." I trail off. He shrugs, leading us to the hallway.

"What, there's something wrong with being constantly harassed for being gay at a party?" He asks with sarcasm and humor dripping from his voice. I try to laugh, but the sound is more of a cough.

"Well.." I laugh a little as he does. 

"Alright, all aboard the bathroom express. Want me to wait for you out here?" He asks as we get to a door. I smile and nod, reaching for the handle.

When I open the door I see Luke with his head back, eyes closed. I then realize his pants on are on the ground a there's a redhead at his waist, her mouth full of... 

"Oh my God," I mutter, unable to move. Luke snaps his eyes to me and I feel frozen to the spot. The redhead doesn't even falter, instead she gives me a sideways glance, keeping her mouth working.

"Get the fuck out," Luke hisses. Finally I can move and I slam the door shut, releasing a breath I didn't even realize I was holding in. 

"You okay?" Cyrus asks me as I back away from the door.

"I think I'm going to be sick," I say, the image of a skimpy red head going down on Luke branded into my brain.

Cyrus looks confused. "Maybe we should go back to the dorms." I nod and rush to the stairs in the hopes that Luke doesn't come at me with a crazed look.

"Where are you at on campus?" Cyrus asks as I take us to the front of the house. 

"Lucille," I reply. He nods, pulling out keys from his pocket. "Um, have you been drinking?" I question him when we're in the driveway.

"No, don't worry I'm not a total idiot," He says with an assuring grin. He takes us to a nice grey Honda Accord, opening the door for me.

"A gentleman I see," I raise a brow at him while he chuckles.

"I still owe you for saving my ass earlier. The least I can do is take you to campus," He says as I get in, closing the door for me.

When takes Cyrus takes a seat, he immediately puts the car in ignition. I suddenly am all too aware of the fact I'm in the car with a total stranger. Sure he's nice and whatnot, but you can't really trust anyone. As he pulls away from the court, I start to feel my palms sweat.

"What do you listen to?" He asks. 

"Country." He makes a face as if he's just been told I eat my own boogers.

"What?" I feel defensive.

"Nothing, country is fine! I'm more of an alternative kind of lad," He says with a grin, turning on his radio. I don't know any of the songs, so I look out the window and think about what a weird night this has been. 

I'm relieved that I see the campus ahead of us, shaking my head at myself.

"Where do you live?" I ask him as he drives into the parking lot closest to my building.

"I don't live on campus. I'm not really one to share bathrooms with other greasy men," He says with a shudder. Understandable. 

I shrug and nod, totally understanding that. He lets me out, and I thank him for the ride before I meander to my room. Once I enter my key code into the door, I find my bed, and let myself fall face-first onto the pillows.

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