Matchmaker

Mathmaker: Prologue

“Sorry Kate!” My best friend, Vivian called over her shoulder, as she disappeared into the loud music and crowd of the club, followed by my other two friends who waved casually as they ditched me at the entrance.

I glared at the bouncer who’d deemed me ‘too young’ to enter, despite being quite a few months older than Vivian, who was no doubt already bee lining it to the bar, searching for a man to buy her a drink.

We’d traveled down here together, after sneaking out of Vivian’s house, all for celebrating out last day of school. And they’d bailed on me.

Bitches.

Thunder rumbled in the sky and I groaned, looking up at the night sky, waiting for my luck to worsen even more. A man wolf whistled from behind me and I quickly turned around, tugging my dress down subconsciously as I saw the group of middle-aged men staring at me from the queue of the club.

“Why don’t you come over here love!” One of them called, his words slurred and I bit my lip nervously, turning away as if I hadn’t heard them, “Oh don’t be like that!”

“Yeah!” one of his mates agreed, “Don’t make us come over there. Come have a nice chat, yeah?”

My hands began to shake nervously as I heard one of them exit the queue, encouraged by the whoops and hollers of his mates. His footsteps grew louder and without another glance at the group I pulled out my phone, dialing the only person I could think of, and running down the street, away from the club and into the streets of London.

I ran until I couldn’t, and tossed a glance behind my shoulder, sighing in relief as I noticed the man who was following me had given up.

“Kate what the fuck!” I winced as my cousin’s voice, the only person I could possibly think of to come fix my current fuck up, rang through the phone, “You called!”

“Liam,” I heaved in between breaths and I heard him groan, as I slid down the wall of a random building, lost in the masses of people enjoying London’s bustling nightlife on a Friday Night.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?” he asked, voice rushed and I shook my head, groaning.

“I’m a bit lost,” I muttered, “We were at this club, in London, and my friends got in, and this guy was chasing me and-“

“London!” he interrupted, and my heart pounded nervously in my chest, as I realized that I was sufficiently busted and fucked. “What street are you on,” Liam continued after a few seconds of silence, voice stone cold and I clenched my eyes shut, trying not picturing the disappointment that would be evident on his face, the moment he showed up.

“I think Piccadilly, maybe one off of it, I don’t-“

“Don’t move,” Liam interrupted, and I heard a few distant protests on his end of the line, “I’m on my way.”

“Wait, Liam,” I interrupted quickly, heart still pounding in my chest, “You can’t tell my Dad.”