Cliché #56: party scenes

I took at least three shots of tequila and was already stumbling around even though I had just gotten to the party. I walked up the stairs, my vision blurry, as I made my way through the darkened house.

Suddenly, a hand latched onto my wrist, stopping my wandering and turning me around. I faced a boy with a malicious grin, his breath smelling strongly of alcohol.

"Hey, baby girl. Want to show me a good time with that pretty mouth of yours?" he sneered as his eyes looked down at my body.

I looked around only to realize just then that I was completely alone with this drunk horny boy. Shit!

"Please no," I protested, trying to get out of his tight grip. He only pushed himself onto me more.

Oh my gosh, I was going to get raped.

I couldn't fight back in my inebriated state. I could only cry silently as the boy ran his hands over my body.

Suddenly, his heavy weight was pushed off of me. I looked to see a handsome guy protectively standing over me, facing the drunk boy. The boy scowled at my savior.

"What the fuck man? Get out of here and find your own fuck for the ni-" He was cut off when my savior swung a fist at him, knocking him unconscious to the ground.

I swear, 99% of the time in Wattpad parties, the FMC is drunk and taken advantage of and then her love interest comes in and saves the day. It's a really popular act of heroism