Nevermind (Sara Bareilles and Javier Dunn)

Ever After

A week later, Sara and Javier walked in the hot sun.  They were along an old, dirt road, and they came across a sign that said, "Do Not Enter" in neon spray paint. Javier smirked. "Yeah, okay." He went around the side of the sign and peeked. "It's just a house," he said. He took Sara's hand. "Come on. Let's go see." Sara shook her head. 

"Why not?" Javier asked. Sara rolled her eyes and pointed to the sign.

Javier gave her a look. "It's just a sign," he said. "Are you scared of a piece of wood?" Sara shook her head. 

"Then come on." Sara shook her head, but it didn't do any good. She was curious, too, and she joined him. It wasn't very hard to enter- all you had to do was go around the side and slip through a hole in the fence that was big enough for two people to fit through at the same time. Good job to whoever made this. As they got closer, they heard music blaring, and lights were flashing everywhere. They took a few more steps towards a mansion, and saw that it was a party consisting of mostly teenagers. They were about 15 feet away, and Sara instantly regretted coming along. A group of boys glanced over and saw Sara and Javier, and whistled. Sara rolled her eyes and turned to leave, but heard footsteps behind her. 

"Hey, you," someone said. Sara turned and faced a boy. He was about eighteen, shirtless and soaking wet, obviously just out of the pool. He stepped closer, and two other guys trailed after him. "Looking pretty fine tonight," one said. "Guess you're here because you and your friend saw the sign? Curious is hot." Ew, Sara thought. The fuck?

The boy touched Sara's shoulder lightly, and Sara gave him a look. Javier stepped in, pushing the guy's hand off of Sara. 

"Chill, man. I'm just giving her a compliment." 

Javier shook his head. "I think you're making my girl uncomfortable here. What's your name?" Sara shook her head slightly at Javier, but he didn't seem to care. 

"Eric," the guy said. He moved towards Sara again. "You're very pretty, ya know." 

"And you're very young for her," Javier said. "She's also very mine." Sara started walking, but Eric kept talking. 

"Stay out of this, asshole," he said to Javier. Javier grabbed his shoulder. 

"That's enough. She's 28 years old, my girlfriend, and way too good for your fucking ass. That's all you do anyway, is fuck people. I hope one day you learn what a woman is." Eric was intimidated, but Sara could tell he was trying to cover it up. Javier looked Eric dead in the eye, ready for anything to come. 

"You wanna go, little kid? Cause I'd be more than happy to-" Sara cut Javier off and stepped close to the boy. She gathered up everything she could inside of her and told her voice to work just this once. 

"You really think I want anything to do with you?" she asked. But her voice was still quiet and hoarse, and she was scared to use it. But she also knew this guy should be scared of what could happen to him if he kept it up. She rolled her eyes at Eric. He and his friends just laughed. 

"Hey, baby, why don't you come WHISPER something sexy in my ear?" That did it. Sara's face was red, but she got as close as she could and leaned down, acting like she was going to obey. Eric looked proud, but not for long. Sara whispered, "You wanna see what I can do?" The guys raised their eyebrows and nodded, grinning. Sara took a step back and kicked Eric as hard as she could in between his legs, watching in satisfaction as he fell to the ground in pain.  

"Grow some balls, if you can get new ones," Sara said. She turned away, proud but embarrassed and mad as hell, and Javier followed her. 

"Damn," he said. "You're ore of a beast than a girl." Sara shook her head, arms crossed, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement. Javier caught up with her.