Six

It's around 8 PM on a Friday night. Blake has promised me a good time. He has informed me that we will be attending a party. I do hope that he is right about the thrill of partying.
I apply more lip gloss on. Blake should be here at my dorm any minute now. He shouldn't be lost.
As if on cue, there is a knock on the door.
I open it to see Blake. I can smell his mint fragrance. It's a comforting welcome.
"Ready for the night of your life?" He asks with a satisfied grin.
"It better be worth it." I inhale.
"It is." He smiles wide before gesturing to follow him.
As we walk, I imagine the amount of people I will be hanging with. I imagine making friends and getting into trouble. Tonight is going to be a lot of fun.
We make it to his white Camero shortly and climb inside. It smells like pine in here and is oddly very neat.
After I fasten my seat belt, I ask, "So how far is this place?"
"Not far." He replies while putting the vehicle in drive. "It's in town about ten minutes away from here. This dude throws the raddest parties ever, believe me."
He convinces me enough to make me feel a bit excited now. I have a good feeling that I will have a lot of fun tonight. I smile at the thought.
After a moment, he mentions, "If you're not doing anything Monday evening, I can give you your next 'lesson.'" He smiles. "I have another place you have got to see."
"You must be a local here to know so much about this city." I observe while tilting my head.
"Actually, yes." He nods his head. "I've spent my entire life here in Manhattan."
"That's amazing. I grew up in a small town a few hours away." I inform.
"Nothing wrong with small towns. I prefer them actually. They're quiet, nice, less traffic." He shrugs while watching the road.
"I guess it is pretty nice." I agree. I then add, "What place did you want to take me Monday?" I ask before I stop him from answering. "Oh, wait! I have lessons with Dea-Professor Collins. He offered to tutor me starting Monday."
He raises an eye brow at me and then glances back at the road.
"What?" I snap.
"Nothing." He shrugs.
"Tell me." I demand.
He's quiet for a moment. He then replies, "It's just that this is getting weird now, don't you think?" He glances at me. "I mean, him. He's all over you."
I frown. "That shouldn't bother you."
"I know. And it doesn't. I just think it's kinda odd, personally." He admits.
I roll my eyes. "It is not." I agrue. "He noticed that I'm not that good at math and he offered to help. That's it. End of discussion." I feel my cheeks heating up.
He does not need to ruin the night for me already. He has no say in any of this. It's not weird. He's a professor doing his job. Ugh!
He remains quiet now. I bet he's also not willing to ruin the night. Good choice.
* * *
The rest of the short ride was quiet. Neither of us wanted to speak after that argument. That's alright. I'm over it now. Tonight, I just want to let loose and have fun.
We walk through the doors of a mansion. This is probably the largest house I've ever seen.
Inside, people are crowded, bouncing to the beat as they cheer. There are neon lights and provocative clothing and glow sticks. The bass is heavy with dubstep. It smells strongly of alcohol and marijuana in here, I can practically taste it. This is definitely not the house party I was expecting.
As I walk in, I am already handed a solo cup. Inside is filled with what looks like liquor. I smell it and almost gag.
However, if I want to have fun tonight, then I have to drink. Quickly, I chug down the beverage.
Blake smiles at me. "Party on." He shouts over the music.
* * *
I've only had about two drinks and I'm already feeling slightly buzzed. What time is it? I don't care, Blake was right. This is fun.
I've met a few girls who complimented my outfit and gave me makeup advice. They were really nice. Too bad they ditched me to go have sex with some random guys.
Blake and I even watched furniture get thrown off of the roof. That was probably the coolest thing I've witnessed.
However, I lost him about an hour ago in the crowd.
Speaking of Blake, where is he? I search the crowded bodies for him.
Ah! There he is!
I walk over to him by the balcony. He turns around to face me and immediately smiles. "Hey! There you are. I've been looking for you." He stops to add, "Having fun?"
I roll my eyes with a smile. "Yes, this is fun."
He throws his head back laughing. "I told you!"
Two guys walk up to Blake and greet, "What's up, Blake?"
They're both tall and fit and hold a beer bottle. They glance at me.
The blonde one asks, Blake, "Who's your friend?" He grins at me as he licks his lips.
I get goosebumps from the way they both watch me. It's like high school all over again, except more frightening. They're a lot larger and most likely intoxicated.
I think it's around midnight or so. Everyone here has to be wasted.
Blake steps in front of me and informs, "She's not for sale."
The blonde guy glances over Blake's shoulder at me and smiles. He says, "Ah, so you're getting this fine piece of ass then?"
"Hey, watch it." Blake warns.
"What?" He asks innocently. "I'm just wondering if anyone is actually getting some from her, cause if not, I'd like to have some." He smiles at me.
I back up. Blake steps closer to me, his back inches away from me. I can smell his mint fragrance.
"Knock it off." Blake barks.
I've never seen him like this before. He's so protective.
I can't watch this. I feel like a trophy being fought over. Its so ridiculous. I need some fresh air.
Listening to my conscious, I walk towards the balcony, closing the door behind me and lean my elbows against the railing. The music has faded now, slightly booming from inside. I'm the only one out here on the balcony. It's nice.
I sigh, enjoying the cool air.
"Truth or dare?" A stern voice startles me.
I glance over to see a large man. He's tall with giant muscles. He could be a professional wrestler.
I didn't even hear him open the door.
Before I could reply, two other guys join him. They're just as built as this one is. I can smell liquor off of them already.
"Um, truth?" I chuckle.
"Nope." He shakes his head. "You have to choose dare."
"Ah, I love that game." One of the two guys mentions with a smile.
"Um, what? Then why did you-" I inhale.
Take it easy.
"Alright. Fine. Dare." I fold my arms and lean my side against the railing.
He hums, thinking of a challenge.
I'm sure it will be dumb. It will probably be something like, 'go get me some alchol' or 'say something stupid to that girl.'
"Ah," he finally says after a moment. "I dare you to take your top off."
"Oo! Good one!" The guy beside him says with a smile.
"Yes!" The other one agrees.
My eyes widen as I gasp. "No!"
"You have to. Its a dare." The man growls.
"C'mon, just do it." The one beside him complains.
I back up until my back hits the railing.
Shit, I should've never strayed away from Blake.
"I said no." I try to sound aggressive.
"Do it." The man growls louder.
Both he and the one beside him inch toward me slowly. He quickly grabs the hem of my shirt.
I squeal and fetch his large hands. But the other one grabs my sleeve. They pull harder.
"Stop!" I cry out. "Get off of me!" I fight them beneath their grip, squirming back and forth.
I feel my shirt begin to rise over my breast. With some luck, I pull it back down.
The third guy grabs the other sleeve and helps pull off my shirt. They're too strong.
I shriek as they whistle. My top half is completely exposed now. I decided not to wear a bra today also since I wore an off the shoulder crop.
My luck.
I quickly cross my arms so that my hands cup my bare breasts. I search for my top. It lays on the ground behind them.
They're practically on top of me now, pushing their bodies against me while breathing heavy on me.
I am forced to push myself up onto the railing so that I stand, away from their touch.
"Come down, baby." One says while smiling.
The other two cheer me on and whistle.
I glance back behind me and see the many stories down to the yard. My stomach drops as I hug myself tighter from the cold air. I watch them, their arms reaching for me.
"Stop! Go away!" I shriek helplessly.
I should've never come here tonight.
I feel a large hand wrap around my ankle, causing me to scream.
Suddenly, the man is pulled off of me and quickly thrown to the ground. I spot Blake, who is now punching the large man in the face repeatedly.
The other two charge at him. Blake swings more punches at them. It's a complete brawl between the three of them. Punches are thrown, kicks are swung, blood is dripping.
I manage to walk to the opposite side of them carefully, keeping my balance, one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. I breath slowly as I concentrate and tune out the grunts from the fighting. I then jump off and sprint downstairs as fast as I can, my shoulders swinging back and forth as I hold onto my breats. I push past people like a football player and make it outside. With luck, I spot Blake's car.
Fortunately, he forgot to lock it. I climb in and find my purse quickly, digging through it with shaky hands.
I'm panting now. My heavy breathing is the only sound in this quiet car.
I find my phone and find Dean's name under my contacts. Without hesitation, I press the phone to my ear and wait for it to ring.
It rings twice before I hear him answer, "Professor Collins."
"Dean," I whimper into the phone breathlessly.
"Rosie?" I hear his voice rise.
"I made a huge mistake." I choke out, begining to cry.
"Where are you?" His voice is full of concern now.
I begin to sob now. "I don't know." My voice cracks as I glance at the street sign.
"Rosie, you have to tell me where you are, now. Are you hurt?" His voice panics.
I cry some more, replaying the night in my head.
"Dammit, Rosie! Where the fuck are you?" He shouts, his voice angry and full of panic.
I glance at the house number.
"I'm at 895 South Avenue." I choke out. "I think it's by Ihop." My voice is shaky and unfamiliar.
"Alright, I'm on my way. Don't go anywhere." The phone clicks off before I can reply.
I'm not sure why he was the first person I reached out to. I could've called Julie. But I don't want to ruin her night. Who else would there be?
I should've never came here. This draws the line. I'll never go to another party again.
I slow my breathing as I wipe my tears. My knees meet my chest as I wrap my arms around them.
What was I thinking? Why did I come? It's a party full of college students. I should've known better.
I shut my eyes tightly as I try to forget the night. But the moment keeps replaying in my head. I feel so angry and embaressed. How could I be so dumb?
About five minutes pass and I notice a Black SUV pull up. I assume that's him. Who else would show up here this late?
As I climb out of the vehicle with both my hands cupping my breasts, I see Blake jogging towards me. His face is bruised and smeared with blood.
I gasp and softly say, "Your face."
"Rosie!" A voice calls behind me. I glance and see Dean striding towards me quickly, his face in awe.
"What the hell happened?" He looks down at my cupped breasts while peeling off the jacket to his tuxedo. He slides it over my shoulders, allowing me to pull the hems across my chest.
"My God, Rosie." Blake exhales when he catches up to me breathlessly. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" He stares into my eyes.
"They?" Dean growls at him. "Who? You know about this?" He glares at Blake while stepping in front of me.
Blake's face twists when he sees him. "What are you doing here?"
"Rosie called me, crying on the phone." He replies with a frown. "You're responsible for this. You put her at risk!" He barks, stepping forward.
Blake glances at me with sorry eyes. "I know." He sighs. "I'm sorry." He whimpers at me.
I swallow hard. I don't know what to say or even feel. It wasn't his fault. It was me, right?
"I fought them off." He glances back at him and swallows hard.
"You should've never even left her sight. You should've never brought her here!" He shouts, gesturing his hand at the mansion.
He then turns his head to his shoulder to look at me and demands, "Rosie, get in the car."
I stand still, frightened.
"Now." His voice grows louder.
I quickly climb into the vehicle, slamming the door loudly. The air is warm and comfortable on my bare skin. I sigh while looking out the window at them.
They're both yelling at each other. I can't hear what they're saying, though. The sound is too muffled.
After a moment, Dean turns his back to him, frowning at the ground as he walks around the vehicle.
I see Blake walking the opposite direction.
Once Dean is inside, he's quiet. He fastens his seat belt and puts the gear in drive.
I fear that he will yell at me. He's so angry. I didn't know he would get like this.
Finally, he softly says, "Thank you." I can tell he's calm now and not as tense.
I tilt my head. "For what?" I whisper.
"For calling me. You could've seriously got hurt tonight." He shakes his head while watching the road.
I stare down at my lap. "I should be thanking you. I appreciate you coming to get me." I twiddle my thumbs.
"You don't need to thank me. I just want you safe." He glances at me with a sigh. He seems exhausted. His gaze focuses back to the road. He adds, "That's why you'll be staying with me tonight."
My heart rate picks up quickly. What?