"Do you fancy a walk?" Imogen gently asked Conor.
"Of course," Conor concurred, eager to leave the club and seek a suitable opportunity to acquaint himself better with Imogen.
Conor and Imogen opted to take a stroll as Conor fancied some fresh air. They wandered away from the dance floor, and Bryce caught sight of them. He followed them. Observing Conor place his hand on Imogen's waist, a feeling of unease gripped Bryce.
He called out to Conor, his voice carrying through the club, garnering the attention of almost all of the attendees. A pause swept over the scene as Sally, Timothy, and even Daisy approached the commotion.
"What's the matter, Bryce?" inquired a disturbed Imogen.
"Imogen, he's being rather inappropriate with you. Let me make it clear, fellows like him search out vulnerable girls for their games, then exploit them for their pleasure."
Conor retorted sharply, "What on earth are you blathering about? Don't you dare to overstep the boundaries, mate."
"Both of you, stop this! Bryce, you have to understand that I'm comfortable with it. He's just a friend."
"But I'm not, Imogen. He's attempting to entice you with his looks, I'm fairly certain."
Imogen's voice carried a blend of frustration and understanding, "Bryce, you can't just jump to conclusions. You've just misinterpreted his actions, that's it."
Conor's irritation was evident, "Exactly. I don't appreciate being accused of something baseless. Who the fuck are you to speak on her behalf, chap?"
"I'm just looking out for her, mate. I know your type."
Conor's grip on his patience seemed to waver as he retorted, "And I'm just having a normal talk with her. There's no need for your vigilante act. You can go off and enjoy with your girl without giving a shit on us."
Before the tension could escalate further, Imogen's voice resonated with authority, "Enough, both of you! This isn't the time or place for this argument. Just shut it."
Daisy, always one to intervene, added her perspective, "Imogen's right. Let's not make a scene. You are spoiling everybody's mood."
Sally and Timothy stood nearby, ready to mediate if needed. The club's atmosphere buzzed with tension, and the onlookers watched the unfolding drama.
"Well, I don't trust people like him who sound pretentious and less interested in a friendship. I too am friends with Imogen but I haven't even once touched her the way you did. I bet you just met her."
"You've got some nerve, accusing me like that." Conor's voice dripped with frustration.
"I'm not gonna stand by when someone's playing games with Imogen." Bryce's tone was equally heated
"Games? You've got no idea what you're talking about, mate. Don't fucking instigate me. I've got no time retaliating to a piece of shit like you." Conor's retort was sharp,
"I know enough to see when someone's getting too close for comfort. Don't fucking tell me what to do, asshole." Bryce's voice was unyielding
"And what exactly do you think you're going to do about it?" Conor's eyes blazed with rage.
"I'm going to make sure she's not falling for your act. You can go fuck yourself somewhere else but here." Bryce's jaw clenched while speaking.
"Oh please, the knight in shining armor routine? Spare me." Conor's voice was laced with sarcasm
"I'm not playing games, mate." Bryce's nostrils flared.
Conor's voice dripped with scorn. "Oh, I'm sure. Just out here on your chivalrous crusade."
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NMW I Love You
RomanceImogen, an 18-year-old with a heart full of love, believed she had found her perfect match in Basil. Side by side, they sketched the city's background with lively hues of love and optimism, until an unforeseen turn of events left her world hanging i...
