Party Foul!

'✭.<Alora Ivory>.*•
This sucks

The night was supposed to be fun, a secret party by the lake, the music pulsing through the trees, laughter in the air, but no. It took one spark for the whole night to go up in flames. Alex didn't even give a warning. He launched at Tristian like a bullet, fist colliding square in his face. Tristian stumbled back a few steps, bunking hard then that adrenaline hit. The crowd roared in excitement. People surged together, drinks were flowing, face were filled with excitement like they were watching an intense quidditch match instead of my brother trying to beat my brother in the dirt. Within a blink, Tristian's fish crashed into Alex's stomach. He collapsed choking on air without having a second to recover, Tristian kicked him hard in his ribs. The crown gasped some cheered, it made me feel disgusted at their enjoyment. Tristian was on top of Alex. Straddling him one hand pinning to his chest, the other wrapped tightly along his throat.

"Tristian!" I screamed, pushing through the wall of bodies. Alex face was turning a crimson color, his hands was weakly clawing at Tristian's arm, it was no use though. His strength was fading. "Get off of him! You are going to kill him!" I didn't wait for anyone to help me, I ran straight to them, grabbing Tristian by his shoulders. "Tristian! Stop, STOP!" He barely acknowledged me. He looked back, his eyes were like he wasn't there. He shoved me away-not hard but enough to make me stumble back. I caught myself breathless, my chest tightened up full of panic. That is when Mattheo stormed from the shadows, grabbing Tristan by the back of his shirt, and ripped him off from my brother. The crowd gasped, some in shock some in disappointed since the blood and was just getting food. Mattheo caught me and yanked me by the arm, pulling both of my wrists like I was going to jump back in.

"Stay out of it, Ivory." He hissed in my ear, pushing my hair out so I can hear him over the louder roars, "They'll tear each other apart and drag you with them." I shook my head, trembling eyes burning. "Mattheo, please. Please-do something." For a moment, he just stared at me. A unreadable expression flickered up his face, pity and annoyance. He let out a frustrated sigh. He slammed his fist into Lorenzo chest, "Get you ass moving." He flinched but nodded. Mattheo whispered to him, too low for me to catch. Lorenzo shot me a glare then back over to the chaos. he pulled Theodore into the plan, and together they shoved their way through the crowd. Meanwhile, Alex who was bloody, furious and gasping for air had been dragged back to his feet. He tackled Tristan this time, knocking him completely on his back, fists were through. Tristian didn't try to block them at first, his lip was split, cheek was already swelling. Alex grabbed him by the shirt dragging him up just to slam him back to the ground again. Punch after punch.It was less than a fight more severe savage beatings. Their fists are soaked in red and their faces weren't faces anymore.

"Tris, Stop it!" Tara screamed from the edge of the crowd, her voice tired and scratchy. Her calls were drowned out by the cheering, the chanting. The bloodthirsty noise. This wasn't even a party anymore: Mattheo was done playing around now, grabbed Tristian by the collar, and threw him aside like unwanted trash. Tristian hit the dirt, coughing, blood smearing through the grass. His eyes were hazy, sometime in the mess he had cracked his head open, his hands were red and shaking as he pressed the wound. Lorenzo and Theodore restrained Alex each grabbing an arm dragging him away as he thrashed like he was some animal. "Get the hell off of me! I'm not done with this bastard." He screamed. "It's over. Done with Alex." Mattheo muttered coldly. The crowd started the quiet down the roars, the cheers became murmuring, people began backing away uncomfortable, awkward. Bored.

I stood there frozen, watching my brother bleeding, Tristan shaking. Everything just spiraled out of control. It makes me feel sick. Mattheo walked back up to me, his eyes checking, trying to read me. "They almost killed each other." I muttered, I could feel the panic consume me. "Yeah, you throwing yourself into the middle, was any better, Ivory!" Mattheo snapped, his voice was sharp and even had me taken aback. "Someone had to get involved, Riddle?! I couldn't just have my brother and my boyfriend just continue savagely beating each other!"  The hot tears I have been holding back finally came out. "Next time, use your big brain, and back off." He stromed off and Tara ran to Tristan. She dropped her knees beside him as he was half-slumped in the grass, supporting his tired body on his shaken elbows. His face was a bloodied mess, lip split, bruised cheek and blood streaking down his temple. And yet he still had the strength to let out a laugh. "Not so shocked that Mattheo had to save your ass, Alex." He wheezed. "Just shows how much of coward you are, really."

"Tristan, shut up." Tara hissed, shooting a glance at around the still watching crowd. He ignored her, his eyes full of rage still being pointed at Alex. Alwx opened his mouth but Mattheo beat him to it. "Actually." Mattheo drawled in, stepping a bit closer to where Tristian was laying, "It was your girlfriend who saved your ass. You know the one that begged you to stop while you just shoved her away like she was some type obstacle between you and your ego." Mattheo jerked his chin at me without even looking at me. "Maybe focus on those who actually give a shit about you." Tristian turned his gaze towards me, a slight soften in face. I looked away. "So im the bad boyfriend now? That's rich coming from you, Riddle-what do you know about being decent to anyone." Tristan scoffed bitterly. Mattheo eyes narrowed.

My attention focused on that girl. The one Alex had been all onto earlier, walked up to him and handed him a drink while she ran her fingers across his arm like she was petting some dog. It made tighten in my stomach. Like, seriously? Less the minutes before he was fighting for his life and he letting her cling onto him like glue. "You know none of this would've happened if Alex knew how to keep his hands to himself." Tristian muttered a lot loudly this time. Alex jaw clenched, his grip on that cup tightened. "This is over. Let it be over." Tara whispered. I took a breath and focused on helping Tristian get to his feet. He winced and slightly swayed, Tara and I tried to steady him enough where he could only lean on one of us. I knew I had to go up to Alex. And check up on him. Hoping that he will let me, still believed that we were family, that he would care that I still care about him.

"You okay?" I asked quietly, eyes tracing the bruises forming around his throat. Alex scoffed, not meeting my gaze, "shouldn't you be checking up on your boyfriend? You know the one that you didn't tell me about?" That hit hard. "I was worried about. It's not like I want you to get hurt." I said, voice cracking. "Really?" He laughed, cold and humorless. "Because where I am standing, if you told me about this fling, this whole thing wouldn't have blown up." Fling. That's why I didn't tell him about. That word completely shattered whatever I want to resolve with him. "You are being a complete dick, Alex!" I snapped, he rolled his eyes and Miss pretty face smiled sweetly at me and without a single word she tossed Alex's beer cup straight at my chest. I stood there humiliated, the liquid completely drenched me, my shirt clung to my skin, my hair smelt soaking in beer. Then I heard it Tristian voice, furious but shaking. "Are you serious right now?"

He stumbled over to us, his fists were clenched like he was already ready for a second brawl. His steps were unsteady and he look like a wounded animal ready to attack a final time. Mattheo caught him with one hand on his chest. "Get the fuck off of me, Mattheo!" He tried yanking his hand off. "I need you to back off, Erdos." Mattheo said flatly. "Let's not cause another scene." My head whipped around to see the still crowd watching and drinking just waiting for it to come crashing down again. "You aren't going to do shit." Tristian spat. This wasn't my Tristian, he wasn't the Tristan that wrote dumb notes in my library books or the one who kissed my forehead when we sneak away from everyone. This Tristan... was feral, Aggressive. Mattheo sighed then grabbed Tristan by the collar and in a fast motion-punched him right across the jaw.

Tristian collapsed again, blood spewing from his lip, landing in the dirt. He tried to get up, eyes faded and body shaken-Then Mattheo flew backwards, crashing into a rock near the waters edge. Everyone froze as a sharp meow echoed. The crowd parted just to see the cat causally strolling through the grass, then in a blink of an eye, the eye twisted and morphed into Professor McGonngall. "Beds empty!" She began, voice icy. "And the lot of you-wandering ground, Partying!" No one moved. Frozen in place. She scanned the crown, Jaw tightened. "Underage drinking. Fighting. Watching it like it's entertainment. This school doesn't condone such behavior." My heart pounded in my ears. "Now, who is responsible for this mess." She said folding her arms. Dozen of head turned towards Mattheo and the other Bo's who were crouched beside him, helping him up from where he was slammed into the rock. Her face hardened. Like she knew it was no surprise.

"I want every one of you back in the castle immediately, and don't think about sneaking off-Professor Snape will be escorting you." Before any of us could react Snape emerged from the shadows like the boogeyman. Arms folded, lips pursed in disgust, I swear I heard a squeal. The Mood shifted as Snape began stalking behind the crowd, make them flock together like a crowd of sheep. "And you all." She gestured to the remaining of us. "-Will report to my classroom to discuss punishment." As we walked back, no one spoke. The silence was heavy. It was just tension, shame, bruised ego and exhaustion. My shirt was covered in beer still, I could feel it sticking to my skin. Cold and sticky. Tristian limped behind me, I could feel his eyes burning in the back of my head like he was expecting me to turn around and comfort him. But I didn't. Not tonight.

The castle loomed ahead, colder, darker. Its long corridors echoed our every footstep, it didn't help with the silence. The painting were silent as well, just watching us march are way to her classroom. We arrived in her classroom, everyone took their seats but me. There is no way in he ll that I'm taking a seat next to Alex, after the beer bath and the fling accusation. Tristan was slouched, looks like a bloody mess, and honestly I didn't want to sit near him either. The only open seat was of course by Mattheo. Typical. His head was down, possibly sleeping but whatever, I didn't look at Tristian but I knew his hard gaze followed me as I sat next to Mattheo. "Shocked to see you sitting next to me, Ivory." Mattheo murmured, his head still tilted down. I sighed. "What are you talking about." He tilted his head towards me with a crooked grin. "Since first year, every time a professor sat me next you, you treated it like it was death sentence. You told McGonngall that I had the bubonic plague." I couldn't help with my lips twitching. "You had suspicious rashes." He leaned closer with a stupid smirk. "Yeah? Well tonight, I'm rash free and charming as ever." I rolled my eyes. "Well tonight, I'm immune to your disease, Riddle."