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It was a crazy night!

You wouldn't even believe what I'm going to tell you about. A night full of romance, mystery, hatred, drama, and a prince. A typical Cinderella story, or not. Let's zoom in back in time, shall we?

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh... (Sorry for the sound effects, as a character, I like to make the story as much interesting as possible)

One day, I was sitting in my dorm. I was typing a history essay due on Monday. The air was cold, breezy which came from the air conditioner. I tapped my fingers on the keyboard, creating keyboard sounds. I was exhausted. It was 12.05 a.m.

I had dark circles around my grey eyes, disheveled and tangled hazel hair, and a pair of dry-looking lips. I was in my green cotton tank top and a pair of black sweatpants. My tongue tasted bland, probably because I'm thirsty.

All of a sudden, the dorm's door swung open and created a banging sound. I leaped from my seat squealing, "Eek!"

My dorm mate, Kylie Amerson looked extremely drunk. She moaned, "Taylor Peaksons, where the hell have you been?"

She wasn't standing steadily, slightly swaying to her left and right. Her left hand was holding a half-filled bottle of vodka, a strong alcoholic drink. Her scent smelled like vodka. You all know what this meant, she drank vodka.

I walked towards her, hoping she wouldn't smash the bottle on my head. I kept my hands up, wary of her movements. I calmly said, "Kylie, I have something for you,"

She had always been drunk on Friday nights. She would ask me to join her on a trip to a local bar. But, I would always decline ever since the first. I regretted going with her on the first night of college because I was desperate to make some friends. But, it was a bad move. She got really drunk and I had to look for her. It turned out that she was outside in an alley and fainted nearby the dumpsters with scattered trash around her. I had to carry her home, but I wasn't strong enough. So, I was forced to call my boy friend, not boyfriend. He's a friend that's a boy, not a person I dated. That wasn't the only thing, I had to do something to make her sleep after she had suddenly waken up and trashed the dorm. I had to give her a large teddy bear.

She moaned, "Whaaat? A gifffft?"

I nodded my head saying, "Yes, it's a cute gift,"

Kylie leaned over to talk in my ear, but did not trouble to lower her voice much. I could smell the vodka in her breath "O-Oh reaaaallllyy? Thaaaank yoou!"

I slightly pushed her away from me, because she was leaning on me and she wasn't light. She probably weighed a lot. I grabbed the teddy bear from her bed and gave it to her. The teddy bear had soft, brown fur. I pitied the fate of the bear, probably it's going to smell like vodka. She hugged the teddy bear and patted its head. Afterwards, she plopped down on her bed and fell asleep with a snore.

I sighed at the sight of her. She's always getting drunk, when would she stop? I closed the dorm's door and continued typing my essay. She had too much fun, but not a good fun. I wondered if I might have fun too.

***

"Hey, Damien!" I shouted to him. Damien was my friend that was a boy. He whirled back, looking at me weirdly. Then, his face reddened and he averted his gaze away from me. He was at the other end of the hallway, just about to head for lunch.

His hair was a mop of blonde strands, framing his eyes which were blue like a Blue Butterfly's wings. He's wearing the college's varsity jacket, white woolen cloth and red letters. He was brawny, although he's not herculean. He always stood up straightly, making himself look well-built.

I ran up to him, stretching my legs out every step I took. I stared at him in his eyes, but he shook my glance away and looked at his sneakers. I eyed him weirdly and asked, "What's wrong?"

He stiffened at the question and said nervously, "N-No, nothing is wrong, why would you say that?"

I folded my arms, tapping my right foot on the ground. I said, "I know something is wrong. I will always know when something wrong."

"Ugh, you know me so well that I can't hide anything from you." He said, making me laugh. Then, I told him, "Tell me what's wrong."

He stiffened again and scratched the back of his neck. He was laughing nervously with rosy cheeks. He murmured, "Something happened last night. Kylie called me when she was drunk and I went to pick her up. But,"

"But?" I asked him, getting more curious. He murmured silently, "She kissed me."

I widened my eyes and shrieked, "WHAT?!?"

He shielded his head with his arms and took steps backwards. He squatted on the floor and stepped backwards again, still with his arms shielding his head. He cried out, "Don't kill me!"

Maintaining my calmness, I asked him with a forced smile, "How did it happen?"

He slowly lowered his arms and eyed me cautiously. He said, "I was driving my car with her in the front seat next to me. I halted the car at the red traffic light. She suddenly unlocked her seatbelt and kissed me on the cheek."

"On the freakin cheek?!" I shrieked out, causing him to shield his head again. "You piece of, argh! I thought it was on the lips!"

I lifted my right hand up, making him whimper and back away. I bit my lower lip, holding back my anger. I lowered my hand down and he lowered his arms in relief. What the hell?! I thought  that she kissed him in the lips! I felt like I wanted to kill him in some point for making my mind wander off and making me freak out. I hissed, "You're lucky that I didn't punch you,"

He got up from the floor and said, "Yes, I'm very grateful that you decided not to kill me."

We both started to walk towards the path that led to the cafeteria. Walking past other kids who were recklessly playing jokes was tiring, but ignorable.

"Whatever, please change the subject." I told him. He paused for a moment, pouting his lips and scrunching his nose. Then, his face brightened up and he said, "Who are you going to be for this year's Halloween party?"

I immediately said, "Oh god, don't even remind me."

He chuckled at my response and said, "You really hate Halloween, don't you?"

"Duh! It's the time of the year that we have to dress up for no complete reason at all and lose money along the way buying candies for little kids that we don't even know." I defended my opinion.

I don't like Halloween. As I had stated, it's a waste of money and precious time. It was useless to celebrate this kind of festive holiday when we could do something more important like planning your future for an example. People would wear boring costumes and party all night with some booze. Not a good place to be.

"Oh c'mon, we can dress up as anyone we want to be and get free candies!" Damien whined like a little kid.

I held up my hand in front of his face and said, "Whatever."

He folded his arms and said, "Whatever this, whatever that. Is whatever the only word in your dictionary? Yet, you're so stubborn for a whatever person."

"Whatever." I said again, laughing. I walked past him with the catwalk style. I arrogantly flipped my hair back and walked in a straight line with my left hand on my swaying hips. I looked back and shot him a smirk, making him throw a tantrum.

All of a sudden, I bumped into something solid hard, but slightly beefy? I averted my attention from the throwing tantrum Damien to the obstacle in front of me.

It was a guy. He had an arrogant-like expression on his face, smirking deviously and proudly. I could sense a hint of annoyance and curiosity in his eyes. He said, "Hello there."

"Sorry, but you're in my way." I hissed, making him widen his eyes in stun. But, those widened eyes didn't last long. He said, "Well, I'm sorry for being in your way, princess."

"Piss off, boy." I hissed back. He smirked at my response and walked past me, leaving a scent of men's cologne.

I didn't quite get the chance to look at him earlier, so I turned, looking back for a second at the last moment. He wasn't older than I am, lean and perhaps well-built under the heavy coat, with messy brunette hair spiking on the top of his head. He caught my eye, his jade orbs piquing with sudden interest. In a flash, that intrigue disappeared and he went on his way, hands in his pocket. The stranger was gone, and I let out a breath I hadn't know I'd been holding. The only question that ran in my mind was who was that guy?

Damien ran up to me and stared at me wide-eyed. He asked me, "Who was that?"

Unable to close my half-opened mouth, I mumbled, "I don't know."

***

"Whoa, did you see that guy?" Kylie exclaimed to me, reddened face and squealing voice.

Not knowing about what she was saying, I mumbled, "Huh?"

She sighed deeply and eyed me coldly, making me sink back into the deep ocean floor. She repeated herself, "Did you see the new guy?"

"What new guy?" I idiotically asked her, making her face palmed herself and grunt. She ruffled her hair furiously and said, "The absolutely hot brunette guy!"

I didn't know who was that absolutely hot brunette guy. Note my sarcasm. I said, "I still have no clue."

All of a sudden, a commotion formed. The commotion consisted of giggles, whispers, whistles, and squeals. We both walked to where the commotion was and found ourself a vantage point to look from. No kidding, I said that it's a vantage point because we literally couldn't see. People were blocking our view.

In the middle of the crowd, there was a big, empty space — not exactly empty. A familiar guy stood in the middle of the big, empty space. Messy brunette hair, well-built, and jade eyes. Wait a minute, it's that guy!

A loud slam roared the hallways, silencing everyone's giggles, whispers, whistles, and squeals. Everyone took a step backward as if they were trained soldiers. I slightly tumbled from the sudden moves, but I was able to balance myself back. That guy wasn't alone, he was facing another guy who seemed like Zeke, the quarterback of the college's football team?!

"Who do you think you are?!" Zeke roared angrily, clenching fists and gritting teeth. The guy laughed at him, as if he was joking with him. He said, "Who do you think you are?"

Oh no, he's going to get a punch from Zeke.

Zeke readied his fist, preparing to punch him in the face. Then, he punched him. Blood splattered from his nose, making him groan in pain. His nose was broken, it's a definite fact. But, that guy laughed maniacally instead. He's crazy...

"Do it again!" He shouted. "I dare you to do it again!"

He laughed maniacally again, luring Zeke to give a nice punch. He spat blood into the floor and stood up. He lounged at Zeke, tackling him on the ground. The crowd chanted, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

He gave Zeke punches, his knuckles and Zeke's face bruising up. Zeke grabbed his shoulders, threw him onto the ground, and tackled him. Just in time, a teacher came into the scene and yelled, "Stop it now! Principal's office this instant!"

But, they didn't listen to the teacher. They continued tackling each other and throwing punches which seemed awful. The teacher tried to break off the fight, but Zeke's fist missed and hit the teacher. The teacher collapsed onto the ground and the crowd gasped. However, the both of them didn't stop fighting — ignoring the collapsed teacher.

I took a deep breath and chanted in my mind, "Do it, stop the fight, and live happily ever after in the medical ward."

I took another deep breath and pushed through the crowd, wishing that they would separate like the Red Sea. I barely managed to get out of the crowd, but I did. They were fighting right in front of me and I had to put a stop to this. I stomped my way towards them and tried to grab their shoulders. They shove my grip off and continued fighting. I tried once again and grabbed their shoulders. But, I made a bad decision.

I blacked out.

***

I woke up to the sight of a plain white ceiling. A blanket was placed over me, warm and cozy. I rustled beneath the blanket, trying to sit. But, I had no energy. I plopped back into the bed staring at the same ceiling. I tried to turn my head towards the left and saw an odd sight.

What is he doing here?

It was the same guy that brought me my awful fate, lying dead in a medical ward — well, I wasn't dead. He was sitting right beside my bed, with his back leaning against the wall. His eyes were closed and his arms were folded. I observed him. He was sleeping peacefully. He had a swollen right cheek with a cut right at the middle. It was red and blue, mixed together into a weird combination of reddish bluish purplish colour. His knuckles were bruised also. Just then, his eyes shot open and I closed my eyes — slightly peeking at him

He looked at me, probably suspecting that I was already awake. But, he shrugged his shoulders and leaned in closer. I was about to scream and slap him in the face, but he smiled. He said softly, "Why did you interfere when you have nothing to do with it at all?"

I remained still and calm, not wanting to find out that I was already awake. He continued, "Princesses shouldn't fight, they should stay in their thrones and watch the knights fight for them."

What? What was he talking about? Was he inferring me as a princess? What the heck?! I wanted to ask him questions, but kept my questions hidden. I didn't want him to know that I had been awake the whole time.

He leaned in closer, tempting me to open my eyes and slap him. I held back, held back. Why was I holding back? He leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, "Don't get hurt in your dreams."

I felt his warm breath and smelled his familiar cologne. I was tensed, I had never been this close to a guy before, even with Damien.

All of a sudden, I faded away slowly into sleep again...

***

"Are you alright?!" Kylie shrieked, looking really worried. Damien stood by the door, looking worried. But he couldn't face Kylie after having her kissed his cheek — such a kid. On the contrary, Kylie didn't even remember the incident — or she's hiding it.

I pushed away her hand and grunted, "I'm fine."

"Hey, you got punched and you're fine?!" She shrieked again.

Right, I got punched while trying to stop the fight and blacked out. I said, "I'm fine! It's just a bruise."

"Hey, you fainted! And that hot guy immediately stopped fighting and carried you bridal-style to the medical ward. I'm so jealous!" She shrieked.

"WHAT?!?" I yelled. I knew I fainted, but I didn't know that the arrogant guy brought me here bridal-style.

What was his deal?

End of this loving chapter! I'm sorry that I didn't include the guy's name yet.... It just didn't seem right yet. Thanks for reading the first chapter of my story "Cinderella Who?".

A rude, first encounter for dearly beloved Taylor, yes?

Isn't Damien just adorable and innocent, although, ahem, he's a jock with abs — just saying, although it's not really stated here?

Has the ship sailed for Kylie and Damien? I'm ready to pull up the anchor! *salute*

A gory beginning for the guy, fighting at school? A delinquent indeed.

Would you like a horse or a bridal-style carrier-man, Princess? Just don't get yourself knocked out . . . or knocked up, lol.

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