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~ACHA~

Isn't this just... Perfect? We've all rested now, abi?

Now, what was the result of all the madness? I get to be the one stuck in a locked room with a girl who'd probably have my head on a platter and my blood in her tea, before dawn.

Kudos to the girl who just broke the door and even more, to the fact that she's probably going to have the full chance to murder me now.

So much for a harmlessly fun party.

"You could have just left when I asked you to," I called out to her back, "All of this could have easily been avoided."

She didn't respond. Didn't even budge.

Since she had broken the door, she had remained rooted on that spot, her butt on the ground, body frozen, and wide, horrified eyes not even blinking for once, as she stared at the doorknob in her both hands, that were supposed to be attached to the door.

This is going to be a long night.

I looked to my phone with a rush, immediately it vibrated with a text message. Like that simple action was even going to be of any help tonight.

It was Nana... And good, he texted back.

Atleast, someone had my back tonight.

Sean was the one I called first, and his phone was switched off. In his defence, he came to this party with a phone that was red at the battery bar and clearly glaring a miserable 9%.

JJ refused to pick up. So as the other boys. I didn't understand why.

And Nana being my last hope, picked up seconds into his phone ringing. And while this girl was screaming into the door for help earlier, I was on a conversation with him.

Conclusion, he decided to call Yure up and let him know, then give me feedback.

And now his text read;

"Yure didn't pick up."

I nearly slammed my phone to the ground in all my frustration, but before I had the chance to, another text came in from Nana.

"A girl did, actually, and she said he was too drunk to have a conversation."

I fought the urge to groan. Another one came in almost immediately.

"But she gave the phone to Nova, and he said the only thing to do would be to call the carpenters..... But they won't be around by this time, man, I'm sorry."

Sorry? Sorry for what?

Nana's last message came in;

"The Carpenters would be here by 7am sharp. In the mean time, you may have to stay in the room till morning."

Fuck shit.

"You're not responding, do I call?"

I was about to text back a 'don't worry' , but something instantly caught me off guard, and stopped every action that I was about to take.

That girl was still sitting there, watching the door knob in her hands as she had been doing for a long time, but this time, her body was moving. She was letting out long, dragged breaths like she was struggling for air, and I got scared.... This was how JJ's attacks started.

I jumped up from the bed I was on, searching and scattering everything around me, turning the entire room upside down, in search of anything that even looked like an inhaler.

When she started shaking visibly, her shoulders, her hands, her entire body quaking, I realised it may not have been exactly like one of JJ's attacks.

I got so confused... So worried and scared.. yet so so confused.

"What's wrong with you?" I had to ask the girl.

She refused to even look at me, I doubt she heard me. She didn't act like she heard anyone speak to her.

What have I gotten myself into tonight?

"But... How?"

That wasn't me.

It was a shaky, horrified question coming from the paranoid girl.... I wasn't sure if she was talking to me.

"How what?" I replied anyway.

"Are they going to... to.. to.." She shook more, trembled more, and I realised she wasn't talking to me. For all she knew, I may not even have been in the same realm with her.

"I don't know.. I.. I.." She was still talking, her shaky hands nearly let go of the door knob in them, and I stepped back, terrified by this girl's behavior.

"Stop saying that.." She whispered, her voice coming off as a choked up sound that was almost unheard by me.

"Stop saying what?" I asked her.

"STOP SAYING THAT!" She screamed, throwing the knob to the ground and pulling on the twists on her head so hard, I thought she'd bruise her scalp.

"Jesus," I stepped back again. Was unsure of how to act, how to handle this.

She suddenly paused, realization of something seemed to hit her and she whipped her head so fast towards me that I thought her neck would snap.

Eyes wide as fuck in sheer terror, mouth, half hung open, trembling, and whole face like an entire horror movie, she slowly raised a shaking hand towards me, pointed at me in her accusation.

I got very confused.

"Is it true what they're saying..?" She asked me, and I nearly fell over the bean bag chair behind me.

True what who is saying?

"You want to kidnap me..?" She accused, fingers still accusing, scared to shit.

I frowned, appalled. "Wait.. what? Kidnap you?"

"That's why they locked us in here. You guys plan was to have me kidnapped." She said, breath hitching as she looked away from me and to thin air in more realization.

"Hell no," I shook my head, "Why would you even.."

My words trailed off when she instantly broke into full blown tears in front of me.

Jesus.

This girl was crying. Full on shedding all the tears and within the space of mini seconds, she was legit breaking down, hugging her knees to her chest, and letting out soft, baby-like sobs.

I was marvelled.

How this girl displayed a row of emotions in this room so quickly absolutely stunned me. Initially, she had gone from absolutely calm to hysterically paranoid, angry and viscous. Then the door broke, she went from that to absolute terror, and now she is here, crying and breaking down in front of me.... Like a sad, harmless child.

"Why do you want to do this? What did I ever do to you..?" She sobbed, hugging her knees tighter, teary eyes on the ground, and slowly, rocking back and forth in all her tears.

"Why?" She didn't stop, "Why? Why?"

"No one is going to kidnap you," I tried to convince her, but I doubt she was listening.

Her soft sobs were all I could hear in all the silence of the room, and she just sat there, in that heartbreaking position, crying, managing saggy breaths, rocking back and forth, and wallowing in sorrow.

I barely knew this girl... Yet, seeing her this way was so difficult. So, so difficult. There was a sudden urge within me to make sure she was okay.... Atleast for tonight.

"What about Mum..?" She probably still thought she was talking to herself. "I can't leave her all nighy alone, I can't... I can't..." She repeated'I can't' over and over again, I feared she was malfunctioning.

I wasn't sure why, but I moved towards her.

When she didn't retaliate towards my movement towards her, I moved again. Closer.

She still didn't act up. Didn't throw anything at me... So, I walked up to her and crouched down beside her, praying to have my soul in God's hands if anything went wrong.

Maybe her panic state failed to notice that I was literally an inch away from her, but I was glad she hadn't attacked me yet.

"Hey..." I started subtly, hesitantly, and before I could utter another word, the scissors dropped on her laps, jolted me, brought my throat to my mouth.

I stayed put, gently, very gently, picked up the weapon and dropped it on the ground, far away from her... Just in case.

"Hey.." I said again, came in closer, decided to het more comfortable, changed my crouching position into a sitting position by her side. "You need to calm down, okay?"

"I want to go home.." Her words can off in whispers, and I wasn't sure if it was a reply to me, or if she just spoke to herself again.

Anyways, I continued with the conversation that I wasn't really sure was a conversation anyway. "You will go home soon. The Carpenters' will be here in the morning... We're kind of stuck with each other until then."

That's when she turned to look at me, a slight startled look in her eyes.. And my heart flipped for a second, as a bit of confusion and outright stun hit me.

Now see, I had seen this girl in school a couple of times... But something about her, looked unusual tonight.

Usually in school, she wore uniforms that practically swallowed her skinny frame. Her shirts were too bogus, and her skirts were too long, and she was quite.. slim.

She never really smiled. Either she had her eyes literally always shooting daggers at someone or she looked like she just saw a ghost and was going to pass out from a heart attack.

While other girls of Castron High had a natural and effortless style, elegance, and aura attached to them, she looked more... Raw.

If they were Barbie, she was the hipster who would rather look all roughed up and bare.

Her hair was almost never addressed, if she wasn't coming to school with tattered looking, artificial dreads that she could carry for six months straight, she was using her rough-looking natural hair to mould the awful dreads herself, every day, and it wasn't even the least bit attractive.

But she wasn't exactly... unattractive? She wasn't exactly attractive either... I mean, hands down, anyone would agree that she was actually pretty, but she wasn't exactly appealing. She was just something I could quite find an adjective to explain.

But tonight, she looked more like a girl. The rough patches and dark circles of her face were tended to, and she looked softer. More approachable. More lady-like.

I had noticed it the first time I saw her shock-stricken face, staring at us, earlier at the party, and it confused me for a while... But I dismissed it, concluding her friends may have probably put her up to it.

Needless to say though, she did look very pretty. Not the type of wide beauty that would typically fill me up with lust... But a softer kind of beauty that was warming to just.... Admire for fun and pleasure.

(Image of what Dabi looks like tonight btw. Me, in tears cause she's pretty as fuck ಥ‿ಥ)

~DABI~

He was just staring at me and I didn't understand why.

I didn't even know when he got to me, until I had heard him, "You will go home soon. The Carpenters'will be here in the morning. We're kind of stuck with each other until then."

And startled by his voice, by that revelation, I turned to look at him and I sort of found it hard to look away.

Wow.

I always saw him from afar off, and he looked like a celebrity - effortlessly good-looking, neat, and just someone who could easily have you looking back at him, twice.

Upclose? Boy, he looked like a god. I couldn't comprehend why and how someone's features could be so defined and perfect.

His good looks started to make me feel uncomfortable... And he was just staring at me, so my discomfort grew even more.

I looked away.

Grabbed onto the scissors that somehow got to the ground.... I don't even know why I did that.

He moved away immediately. Good.

For some reason, I didn't feel endangered by this boy anymore... But it still didn't change the fact that I wasn't used to his company. As much as possible, I needed my space.. away from him.

I got up, walked to the bed, sat on it, and he didn't follow me. He just stayed there, sitting on the floor, and watching me, and I was grateful for that.

He was innocently just sitting there, visibly looking like he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. That was a gesture that meant a lot to me. Maybe he really was harmless?

He still watched me like I was a specimen, but I tried my best to not make eye contact, or not get uncomfortable by his stare, as I hugged myself on the bed, silently wishing hours would go by quickly and I would be out of here soon.

"You don't look like you wanted to be here.... At this party," I heard Marcus say to me from where he sat.

I ignored him, hoping he would stop talking to me eventually.

"You didn't want to be here, did you." It wasn't a question this time. He said it like he was certain about it.

Almost like he could even relate to it.

Oh, Please. Marcus Acha was one of the most popular and most 'worthy' personas in our set. He lived to party. No one or no circumstance could have forced him to do anything he didn't want to do. People like him usually called the shots.... Something I could never relate to.

He stood up and I almost panicked.

He started walking towards me on the bed, and although I wasn't exactly scared out of my mind of him (like I was before), it was my normal body's reaction to feel uncomfortable and slightly defensive.

When he sat next to me on the bed, I shifted away from him. He came closer, and I moved away again. I heard him chuckle.

"I don't know what's funny." I deadpanned.

"You can't even look at me," the humour in his voice was so clear and evident, and it felt like he was mocking me.

"Just shift." I told him, folded my arms and looked away, refusing to see his face.

"I'm not even that close to you," he said, reminding me that I had already shifted before and there was a clear space of about a meter, in between the both of us.

"I still have my scissors."

He didn't even argue with me anymore. Quickly and promptly, he moved all the way to the end of the bed, creating a mad distance between us. Good.

Silence.

More Silence.

"Why do you think I'm going to.."

"Stop." I cut his sentence short, and he went mute. Looking straight before me and feeling his gaze at the side of my head, I told the boy, "Your staring is making me uncomfortable."

With the corner of my eyes, I saw his face drop, and he opened his mouth to speak, hesitantly, "So I... I shouldn't look at you?"

I swallowed, looked for a way to sugarcoat my answer and when I didn't find, I let it out like that. "Yes. Don't look."

"Uh.. um.. okay," he agreed like he didn't have a choice, looked away from me as instructed, and his peaceful aura and obedience actually caused a little smile to twitch on my face.

He wasn't even arguing with me... I was grateful.

"Why do you feel like I'm out to do something bad to you?" His question came, him, putting all effort to not look at me, while at it.

"How do I know you won't?" I calmly retorted.

"I don't hurt people for no reason." He said.

"So, if there was a reason for you to hurt a person, you would." I responded easily. "You could be a serial killer for all I know."

"Oh, come on, naw-" His head immediately whipped to me.

"Scissors." I reminded him.

"Sorry." He was quick to apologise, before he looked away again

Silence.

More Silence.

Intense Silence.

"Well, I'm kinda scared of you too." He let out.

I was slapped with confusion, and my head turned so fast to him, it nearly snapped. "Why?"

"Well, for starters..." He leaned in - I didn't move back, surprisingly- and he lowered his sleeves to show me the monstrous looking bite mark on his shoulder. "You kinda did this to me."

I swallowed back an apology.

"You're a bit unpredictable," he said, "You could stab me right now for all I know,"

I had nothing to say.

"And just take a look around this room," he went onn.

I did as told.

"I'm looking." Was all I said as I observed the broken glasses at every corner of the room, the ones from the bottles I aimed at Marcus Acha's head earlier.

"I'm sorry, I just panicked," I muttered, he heard me, and looked at me.

And I didn't threaten him with the scissors.

"It's okay," he whispered to me.

Someone started thundering a series of knocks on the door and we both looked to the door immediately.

"Hello? Are people in here?"

I recognised the voice, easily.

"That sounds like Hassana Alfa." Marcus said and he was right.

Hassana, apparently, kept knocking on the door from your outside, and he had to go and talk to her.

I didn't pay much attention, but Acha and Hassana had a quick conversation, and soon she was gone.

"Turns out she dropped her and her friends things here," Marcus told me as he came back.

I looked to the make up I had spilled out from one of the bags, and hoped it wasn't Hassanas'.

God. All I just want to do is go home.

Sadly, I couldn't even call my mum and let her know what was wrong and why I wasn't home. Somewhere along the line... I lost my phone.

"So, why did you come here if you didn't want to be here?"

That was Marcus to me, and I didn't even know how to start breaking down my answer.

I didn't even know if I wanted to.

"Why are you so certain I don't want to be here?" I asked him back.

"It's so obvious." He easily responded.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you can relate," I shook my head.

He only laughed a little, but didn't give a particular response to that.

"Even if I could, you wouldn't know," he shrugged, "Unlike you, I don't make it obvious that I'm stepping wayyy out of my comfort zone."

Wait... I make it that obvious?

"Can I come closer?" He asked me, "This distance..." He gestured to me at the other end of the bed, and him, at the opposite end, ".. is very ridiculous."

I only nodded, giving him permission to come in closer, and I almost said "thank you" when he at least had the decency to leave a space of about three to four inches, between us.

"This isn't the first time I've been to a school party though..." I surprised myself by being the one to start the conversation, this time. I surprised myself even more, by looking at his face, and further adding, "Just so you know."

He looked very surprised. "Really?" He even blinked in shock, "So, you always look like this at them?"

I ignored the fact that he just indirectly admitted that he's barely