Do you ever have that moment in life when you want to kill someone, brutually, might I add?

Well, I am having that moment right now.

I looked blankly at my sister and then the cracked phone in my hand and then I looked at her again. Taking a deep breath, I slowly spoke, "You have three seconds to disappear from this world before I make you."

I didn't have to complete my sentence before she ran away crying to my mother. I looked at my phone... my poor poor baby was broken. My instagram, whatsapp and most importantly, wattpad was gone.

"Elliot James Matthew" I heard my mother call before she walked up to me. "Why are you being mean to your sister?"

I didn't speak and just showed her my baby. I was in too much shock to speak. Now I'd have to actually talk to people, ugh! Wait, did my mom always have that mole on her face?

She gasped when she saw it. "Elliot, what on earth!? Your father is going to kill you! We are already under so many debts and you broke your phone!" If she's reacting like this, how will my dad?

"I.did.not.break.it"

"But you did put it somewhere in your sisters range. Anyway, you are not going to get a new phone until graduation." She said and walked away leaving me with a twitching eye and mouth open wide. Okay, I am officially dead.

My mom is the epitome of double standards.

Maybe this is karma getting back at me for steal- I mean borrowing Victoria's phone. She deserves it though and I am going to give it back to her, after playing a small prank, of course. Then I remembered my phone and I fell on my knees on my bed while clutching my phone to my chest.

"You've always been there for me. Always... and I treated you so wrong. I don't blame you for leaving. I don't deserve you. You've given me everything. You've been there for me through sickness and health, through richer or poor-"

Then the bell rang ruining the emotional scene.

I ignored it and went back to nursing my phone in my hand but then the bell rang again and again making my eye twitch in annoyance. I slowly got up from my bed and placed my phone down carefully using both hands unlike all the times I threw it around.

I went downstairs and opened the door coming face to face with my bestfriend Olivia. A little intro to Olivia: She has been my bestfriend since we wore diapers. We actually became friends through our moms because they were great friends in college and that friendship didn't cease after college ended. Despite the fact that the both of us are polar opposites, we are still bestfriends... somehow.

Then I noticed her formal attire. Her blonde hair were pushed back into a french braid leaving a few strands in front and she was wearing a baby pink dress which reached her knees. Her face was fully caked up with flour, I mean makeup and she looked like she was going to a party.

"Hey, Ellio-", she started but was cut off when I closed the door in her face. I started walking back to my room to cry over my phone when my mother stopped me on the way.

"Who was that on the door, Elliot?", she asking raising an eyebrow.

"Olivia", I replied and started walking when I felt someone (my mom) tugging my ear and dragging me back to the front door. She opened the door and pushed me outside making me stumble into Olivia.

"Have fun", she said and closed the door on my face.

Hello darkness my old friend...

Atleast now I know how it feels to have the door slammed in your face. I turned around to look at Olivia who was smirking at me. "Look how the tables have turned", she said with a laugh.

"Well cmon, let's go! My idiot brother is hosting a party for his stupid friends and you and me are invite- Hey! Stop walking back to your house! You are not getting out of this one. We are going and that's final!"

And with that I was at Olivia's house and at her brother Daniel's party. The last time I went to a party with Olivia, I made a lot of rules. For example, No drinking, No boys, No dancing, No regrets, No waking up next to someone and yes to food. That was what I did at the last party and I was the only one sitting alone during it all. At least I had my food to keep me company. But this time, I am depressed (nope, just sad) about my phone and that's why I am going to drink a lot and break a major rule.

I walked into the party with Olivia and was squished into a hug by someone. "You came! You came!", Daniel shouted in my ear.

"Ughh can't breathe", I wheezed out.

"Oh sorry", he said quickly letting me go. "So how did you come to a party? I thought you said you didn't like my parties.", and he puts on a big fat pout.

"I don't. I just came here to get drunk", I said with a shrug and started walking away.

"Oh oka- WAIT WHAT!? You're getting drunk!? Olivia, the world is coming to an end!!", I heard him shout to his sister while I laughed a bit at his outburst.

I sat down and got myself two shots of tequila. I quickly gulped them down and immediately regreted it because my throat burned and my eyes watered. Someone sat on the seat besides me and I looked at him. I looked and looked and looked and I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was perfection itself. Furrowed brows, rare green eyes, a firm jaw and don't even get me started on his muscles. Like I said, he was perfection. I watched as he got himself three shots of tequila and gulped them all down.

Then he turned to look at me. He probably would've noticed me boring holes in his face. He looked at me with a poker face but I knew that behind that poker face, he was probably cheering that he drank more than me.

I glared at him and he moved back a little. I got myself four more shots and drank them all. Then I looked at him with a smug face. Oh, how I wish I had my sunglasses with me right now to make me look more smug.

He raised an eyebrow and then got himself another four shots.

Alright then, let the games begin!

I drank and he drank. We competed with eachother. Shot after shot until I felt my head lightening and my eyes getting blurry. I picked up another shot but I felt a bile rising in my throat and I placed it back. I was going to throw up if I drank another sip. But I had to win! I couldn't win in an argument against my mom or dad or anyone in the house, even my younger siblings because they always play the 'I will tell mom' card. And that's exactly why I had to win this. For my own stubborness. I was about to take another shot but I was stopped by a voice from my right side. A voice I don't think I'll forget.

"I give up", A deep and so very beautiful voice said. I turned to my competitor but he wasn't drunk at all. He was just sitting there looking at me with that same unreadable face.

I don't feel very victorious though...

After focusing my wavering eyes on him, I smiled goofily, "I am Elliot. Some people say that it rhymes with idiot but they are just moronic nincompoops. Hey, I like that word! NincomPOOP." I said and burst out laughing.

Yup, I was drunk.

He watched me in amusement and brought his hand forward for a handshake. I looked at his hand then his face and then his hand. Instead of shaking his hand, I grabbed it with both hands and studied it carefully. Wow, what a beautiful hand.

"Excuse me?" Oh wow. I think I said the last part out loud.

"You have such nice hands. Oh, the things you can do with them-'

He recoiled back immediately taking his hand away from me. How rude.

"-You can type faster and you can write faster and you can actually look cool while fixing your glasses- oh wait, you don't wear glasses, do you?"

He relaxed and gave his hand back to me. What's up with him? Anyways, I wanted his hand.

"Um can I ask for your hand?" I asked rather politely.

He recoiled back again.

"W-we are too young to get married!"

I blinked once at him and then twice. "Who's getting married? Oh, I just remembered! My sister got married last year. Thank god, she was so annoying and she always made me do all the work. She's actually very similar to my mom. They both make me do the work. The only difference is that one of them has higher authority. And do you know how annoying my younger siblings are? One of them just broke my phone today. I wish it was legal to kill your siblings. And did you know that last year-"

And it went on and on. I poured out all my stories to him. From the beginning to the end as he just sat there nodding awkwardly at me. I told him about my ex and how I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine when he broke up with me. I told him how my family was completely broke and under debts and I had to work part-time. I told him about how I got bullied often at school. I also told him that I stole Veronica's phone and I told him that Adrian pissed in his pants.

By the time I was done with my long rant, he was still sitting there and listening intently. Aw, someone get me a guy like that.

"Wow, you have quite an interesting and eventful life.", He said a bit awkwardly before speaking again, "I am-"

But of course I interrupted. It turns out that I talk a lot while being drunk. "No, don't tell me! It ruins the mystery. Besides, I have a name in mind for you!", I told him giddily.

"And what might that name be?", He asked with a smile and a dimple appeared on his left cheek. Wow, I want him!

"Excuse me?" Oh no, not again.

"Uh nothing. Anyways your name is-" Cue the drum roll. "-Voldemort!"

His expression was literally priceless. He looked shocked and then plain horrified and then he returned back to his poker face but I could still see his eye twitching.

"How am I like Voldemort?", he asked and I swear I could hear his teeth gritting.

"Because I don't know your name!"

"Well, I was going to tell you before you interrupted me."

"But that ruins the mystery!", I almost whined. Does he not understand what I am saying? Do I even know what I am saying? What was I saying again?

I heard Olivia call me, "Let's go, Elliot! Your mom said you should be home before midnight. It's 12:30!!"

"I blame you for that", I pointed at Voldemort.

"Yeah, I was the one telling my whole life story", He said with a chuckle. "See you soon", he said and disappeared. Not really. He just walked away.

'The one that got away' by Katy Perry played in my mind as my friend dragged me to the car and dropped me off at my house. I walked to my room and plopped down on my bed in a way that it would make Sober me ashamed but who cares? I was drunk and I was going to forget everything once I wake up tomorrow!

But I did wonder in the back of my mind if there would be consequences for the rules I broke?