Bring Me To My Knees

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" I asked my bestfriend. Hannah rolled her eyes at me, "That's the third time you've asked me that, Mace! Go on have your fun, I can be left unattended thank you very much!" I nodded swallowing my laughter because she was confidently incorrect. The last time I'd left her to her own devices she'd gotten drunk off her ass and was about to start stripping on our school quarterbacks's coffee table. " I'll see you in a bit! "I ed after her as she pushed her way through the sea of sweaty bodies. Hannah shot me a thumbs up in reply before she was swallowed by the crowd. I tugged the hem of my uncomfortably short dress down and made my way towards the table the drinking contest was. I usually never went out to parties of dolled up the way I had tonight but I really wanted to let loose. A week ago I'd broken up with the Captain of the soccer team, Calvin Wesley, after I'd caught him in his dorm room pounding into my cousin, Andy. All week I'd spent mourning our two year relationship and forcing myself to go to classes after spending my nights consuming pint after pint of ice cream. I was an absolute emotional wreckage. I looked it too. But earlier this evening Hannah suggested that we go out so that I could get my mind off things. For the first time since our senior year of high school I agreed and let her drag me to a party. She'd forced me into a skin tight mini-dress that I felt extremely insecure in, as per request she only put a little make up on my face because I didn't want to take alot off when we got home and made me wear heels that I admittedly loved. It was rare I dressed in anything but jeans and a t-shirt so I really wanted to make the most out of this look. The party Hannah took me to wasn't hosted by anyone from our university so hardly anyone from our school was here. I could venture out of my nerdy persona and not fear the consequences. I made my way to the table analysing my competition. Fairly huge guys, many of whom looked overly confident. They all stared at me in amusement not knowing I could probably throw it back better than them. I packed my straightened raven-hair into a ponytail and tied it back with the hairband I had on my wrist. Sixteen shot glasses were placed infront of each of us all filled with notably weak vodka. Or notably weak to me cause I had drunk way stronger stuff prior to this party. "Rules are simple," a lanky blonde with several ear piercings narrated, "No tapping out. No sabotage. May the best win." I placed my hands on the table readying myself, this was going to be a piece of cake. "3.....2......1! Drink!" I downed glass after glass not being foolish enough to monitor my opponents progress. After the tenth shot things got a bit blurry but I pushed on. I had managed to chug the last shot just before the one and a half minutes ended. "Time!" The lanky blonde shook his head at the boy hurling his guts onto the very expensive looking rug, "You're paying for that to get cleaned, Cole." "Yeah, yeah, Sam." 'Sam' examined each of our glasses and grinned merrily when he stopped infront of me, "Your Winner!!!" The crowd who had been notably silent before erupted in applause. I smiled and happily accepted the bottled water Sam offered. I wasn't really drunk per say. I had a weirdly high tolerance for someone who didn't frequently drink. After I receiving a few congratulations I went in search of a bathroom. I made my way upstairs trying not to step on a couple scarily close to having s*x on the stairs. I wondered for a bit, lost. Eventually I found it and did what I needed to do before making my way out. As I was making my way down the hall a hand closed around my arm and I clutched my pepperspray in my hand. I spun around ready to spray it at the person, when I realised who it was. And as much as I wanted to spray him, I knew I couldn't. "What do you want, Calvin?" He looked angry. No he looked livid. What the f**k was he so upset for? If anything I'm the one that should be pissed. His scowl intensified when I ripped my arm out of his grasp. "For two years you wouldn't let me touch what was rightfully mine in our relationship but you come to one of our rival universities frat parties and you w***e it up with that outfit? You're as much of a b***h as everyone makes you out to be." I was stunned into silence, was he like this during our time together? Did I just not notice? Was he always this much of an asshole? I gritted my teeth and tried desperately to bottle my anger," Don't ever use that word on me. I'm not one of your girls, Calvin. I will not take your shit." A sadistic smirk etched onto his face, and he leant in. His breath fanning my face, "Or what?" He whispered mockingly. Before he ever realised what was happening my fist had made contact with his face. A sickening crunch rung out in the almost deserted hallway and I will filled with satisfaction, I'd wanted to do that all week. He fell backwards clutching his surely broken nose, tears pricked his eyes. "Or I'll f*****g reiterate what the word means, Calvin." Having said all I wanted to say to him in that moment I stormed downstairs and out of the house. I found a place secluded from prying eyes but decently lit and pulled out my pack of cigarettes. I stared at it for a moment wondering if that jackass was really worth ruining my four months clean for. With a sigh I lit a cigarette and brought it to my lips. I hated that he still had a hold over me even after everything he's done. No one knew about my bad habit. Not even Hannah. But this was the only way I could relax after that. As a nineteen year old, class president I couldn't think of a more effective way to snuff my anger that didn't involve drugs. "Can I have one?" a sultry voice asked from the shadows. I turned my head in the direction of the voice and my heart jumped into my throat. This man was absolutely..... I couldn't call him beautiful that would be considered an insult to his godlike features. Bright, stormy grey eyes glittered with untold secrets, a five o'clock shadow dusted his sharp enough to cut diamond jawline, thick dark curls feel messily onto his forehead and his lips...oh those lips were absolutely panty-dropping. "Love, could I please have a cigarette?" He asked again, this time an amused grin played at his lips. I chuckled nervously before pulling out my pack and offering him a cigarette and lighter, "Sure." He took them muttering a quick thank you before lighting it and taking a long drag. His Adam's apple bopped up and down and I swallowed, quickly averting my gaze. Its definitely a crime being that good looking. In the corner of my eye I saw him puff out a cloud of smoke before turning his head in my direction. "I've never seen you around Grey's University before," He prompted. Having finished my cigarette I dropped it and stepped on it with my heels. "I'm from Berkeley." He chuckled, "What's got you driving an hour and a half to come here? Boyfriend?" I met his gaze a smile playing at my lips, "Nope. My bestfriend brought me to a party extremely far away because she thinks wallowing in self pity isn't healthy." He leant against the brick wall and I noticed the inked roses trailing up his arm. "And we'll it hasn't been horrible, until a few minutes ago." He quirked a brow, wordlessly asking me to elaborate. I hesitated, obviously not wanting to share my life story with a stranger, but maybe it was his glittering eyes, or the calm aura that he had or maybe it was because this was the least tense conversation I'd had all week but I just felt comfortable telling him. After all I would never see him again. So I told him....everything. After I'd laid out my horrible love life he told me his name was Lincoln and after more than a few shots we had found our way upstairs into one of the bedrooms. Maybe what I needed to get Calvin out of my system was a one night stand, and let me say this, Lincoln did not disappoint.