Maeve

His honey brown eyes are so big and beautiful that one can get lost from staring at them too much. He has a nose that looks like it has been broken one too many times, and a hard unforgiving mouth. Plus he's wearing a black hoodie. So I can't see if he's bald on has hair.

He is sitting quietly at a corner, and seem to have his eyes fixated on me the whole time. As he raise his band aid clad fingers up to take a drag out of his cigarette.

I take a hard dry gulp as he puffs out the curly white smoke of the cigarette, because my insides were suddenly on fire. I didn't feel cold anymore, despite that I have Levi's jacket around me.

I want to know who is this male who has a quiet mystery surrounding him. He isn't even involved in the party ongoing. He's farther away from Levi and the rest of the adults. And he seems to be around Levi's age. And more good looking. With his long long legs that are clad in black crazy jeans, stretched forth in front of him.

I start wondering where he came from. Because I haven't seen him before. It's my very first time.

The boy finally looks away from me, to accept a can of beer from Levi who immediately sits next to him. The boy uncorks the lid, and takes a slurp out of his beer, then returns his eyes to me.

"-erk, twerk, twerk, twerk." These voices of my friends adverts me away from the boy. I couldn't believe I forgot I was being ordered to twerk.

"Alright, fine." I give in, then blow out a big puff of breath. Because I can feel his eyes on me. I know he's waiting to see what next I will do. If I will disagree, or I'll agree to do it.

I don't even know why I feel very conscious of myself, because a stranger has his eyes on me

I climb untop of the table, raise my pajamas top up, close my eyes with me cringing on the inside, then I start twerking. Just like I had seen on tiktok videos.

My friends begin cheering as I twerk, wiggle my butt, and do dreaming things with the sway of my eyes.

I know if mom sees me in this position, she would have her jaw touching the floor in shock, and dad would throw his head back and let out harsh barks of laughter. While my siblings would stare at me confused, including baby Jess. I cringe inwardly, then stop the twerking.

By this time, my friends are already clapping and cheering me. I make my way towards my chair and sit down beside Molly who has this lopsided grin on her face.

"That guy can't take his eyes off you." She whispers into my ear, that I snap my head to face her instantly.

"Which guy." I ask her.

"The one Levi is talking to." Molly supplies. And right at that moment, I can feel the hair on every of my single pore rise up. Plus I can feel my heart traveling it's way up to my throat. I start feeling so stupid and embarrassed.

Slowly and carefully, I turn my head just in time to see him smirking at me. Like I am a twelve year old who just did something very stupid and wayward like.

I mentally face palm, and then look away from from him to face my friends who have carried on with the game.

"Who's that girl?" I hear him speak for the first time. His voice is quite thick, and the way the words came out of his mouth, makes it obvious that he's a calm and collected person, despite the bad boy looks and aura.

"That's Molly's friend. Yo, you like her?" This is Levi, and I look away from the game, just to see the both of them staring at me, with them not even giving a care that I know that they're openly gossiping about me.

"She just made a fool of herself. What is she, twelve or something?" The boys asks Levi, while he maintains eye contact with me.

And I can feel my lips part in a rapid motion. Because it's me he's insulting.

And this makes my blood boil, that I clench my fists really hard. With sudden hatred swelling up for him.

How dare him? Is he insane or something?

Because he looks really depressed, and is insulting me, to make his stupid self feel better.

Moron. I mutter under my breath, shooting him a glare as I clench my fists.

"Dude, can't you see her bountiful boobs? She's sweet sixteen. A girl who would be so sweet in the middle." The shameless overgrown toddler of a boy, Levi intones with a sick stupid grin on his face.

And it's right at this moment, that I know I cannot keep shut any longer. Because I have had the insults and stupid perverted talks up to my neck.

"Hey, you dingle-dick. That's me you're talking about like that. Will you show a little bit of respect?" I fire at Levi. I can feel my face heating up in ten shades of anger, with my body invigorating for war. "And you, hoodie guy with the perpetually giant scowl, like the Grinch. What has my twerking got to do with your sour mood? I can't tell if you had a bad day yesterday, or you're having daddy issues. Please learn to keep your mouth shut, and mind your fucking business when it comes to people you don't know. You clear with that?" I conclude, with my voice almost trembling at my last words.

This makes everyone around us, gasp in shock. They stare at me, and then at the rude bastard.

"Little girl, you better keep that little trap you call mouth shut, or I shut it for you." A girl who is putting on a very small pieces of clothing, directs this statement at me. Jerking her artificial witch like claws at me.

I stand up on my full height. Then turn to Molly.

"You know what, I'm out of this place. Staying here and breathing the same air with wannabe trolls and buffoons is making my brain malfunction. See you around."

I conclude, and then start advancing towards the door.

"Yo, my jacket!" I hear Levi call out to me. But I don't even listen. I'm already feeling so cold and stupid to turn back and to return the jacket.

"Leave her, you guys. The bitch looks like she badly needs to get fucked." I hear the bastard say.

This makes me halt on my tracks, and I turn to face him.

"What did you just say?" I ask him, dangerously low. Clenching my fists that I can hear the cracking sounds coming from them. I can feel my body invigorating for war, that I'm shaking more than I intend to.

"Did you just open that trashy mouth of yours, and call me a bitch?" I inquire, taking steps slowly and steadily towards him.

"Molly, you have to tell your friend to take a chill pill and relax. She's acting really immature. For one who's sixteen with the yummy boobs." Levi yells towards Molly, who is already standing on her full height, looking really unsettled as she fidgets with her hands. Because she didn't expect any of this to happen.

"Shut up, you shameless raccoon of a cousin brother." She growls at Levi.

And Levi shuts his flap, before scratching the back of his head in an awkward manner. It's still unbelievable that he's twenty-two, because he has the mind of a child. Plus he's a very big pervert.

Molly, I like that she's very mature. For one who is fourteen, she has the soul of a twenty eight years old woman.

The party has been put to stop. And everyone is watching me and the cockwomble. Wondering what next is going to transpire between the both of us.

"You look really funny and stupid, kid. Getting all pissed, clad in the pajamas of a five year old. I bet your mom even baths you. You have no single iota of shame in you. What where you even thinking, twerking like a pile of shit in human form." The boy in the hoodie directs this insult to me.

And everyone present, burst into a fistful of laughter.

I direct my eyes to Molly, who is pleading with her eyes, and mouthing the word. "Please." Because she knows how pissed I am. Being my best friend and two years below me, she's fully aware of what I'm capable of.

But I can't hold it any longer, because I'm already seeing red. With all my might, I throw a punch at his face. And there are several "Woah, and shit." From the audience.

While the earlier witch, who looks like an old slag, attempts to come slap me, and I catch her hand in the air, squeeze it, that she groans in pain.

"Don't even think about it, you whore." I warn in a stern voice, then push her hand away with force, that she looses her balance, fall and land face flat on the floor.

Something which makes the crowd roar in laughter.

I return my eyes to the moron in front of me. He's bleeding from the nose, and shooting me a glare.

I want to feel remorseful for what I did, but I cannot. He deserves even more punches from me.

I stare at my hand, and I see that there's a small blood stain.

Wiping it on Levi's jacket, I take the stupid jacket off and fling it at him. Something which makes his lips to part, as he stares at me with his eyes nearly pulling out of their sockets.

"I love her guts!"

"She's one tough girl."

"Remains a bitch anyway, Jason just restrained himself because he doesn't hit females. She's lucky, she isn't a guy."

"I like her. The first girl to actually talk back at him, and then punch him in the face."

These are the adults, talking in raised voices. I don't even pay attention to them, because I don't care about them.

While my friends and ex school mates are still staring at me in shock. They cannot believe I just did that to adults. Not that they don't know me as a hard headed person, they are fully aware of this. But what I believe they're amazed of, is that I just did that to adults.

I hold the door open, and then turn to face them. Everywhere falls into dead silence right at that moment. With each and everyone waiting for what next I will say.

I can see the douchebag of a boy in hoodie, wiping the blood oozing out from his nose, with a tissue.

"Enjoy your party, people." I tell everyone, wink at him, and then shut the door behind me.

"Maeve, wait!" I hear Molly call after me, with her footsteps that sounds likes she's running towards me.

"Don't worry, Em. We'd talk when the day goes bright. For now, I need some sleep. Now head back home to your insensitive pervert of a cousin, and his brainwashed devilish friends."

I hear Maeve scoff, and then I began jogging towards home. Because it was a little bit dangerous to be outside, at that time.

When I start nearing my window, I see a light flicker up in my room.

And this makes me to stop dead on my tracks, with my heart doing somersaults in my chest. With me wondering who the hell is in my room.

Or maybe it's Camilla. Because she does that most of the time. When she's having a nightmare. I think about this, and the fear I have in me start subsiding.

But then, she does that when mom is at the hospital. Whenever mom is having a day off, she goes to meet mom. My subconscious reminds me, and the fear starts seeping through every of my insides, once more.

I take a hard dry gulp, hoping it's Maeve and not mom. Because if it's mom, I'd be doomed. She'd get to find out that I usually sneak out during night hours to go drink beer and eat junk food, with Molly and our friends. Something which of course would get to Molly's parents hearing, and our every Wednesday night party would be put to stop.

I blew out another puff of breath, trying to calm my insides.

I start climbing up to my window, and when I jump inside, I see something that makes me hit the ground with full force, than I groan from the the pain.

It's no other person than mom, who's seated on my studying chair. Mad as hell.