What You Need (Lauren/You)

Chpt. 1: Truce

Lauren's POV

I was currently on a date with my boyfriend, Brad, at the bowling alley. Let me just say, this was one of the worst dates of my entire existence. I wasn't even bowling anymore, Brad kept on taking my turn and using it for himself. He was trying to show off, but in all honesty he wasn't very good at bowling. . . Like at all.

"Ooh! Did you see that babe?!" He jumped up excitedly.

I looked up at the screen which displayed his score and saw that he had knocked over 4 pins in that turn. I rolled my eyes at that. If I was playing he'd get his ass beat.

"Wow! That was so amazing!" I said sarcastically. Apparently he couldn't pick up sarcasm very well either, and his response proved it.

"I know right." He smirked cockily. He then turned back around to face the lane and began his routine again.

He picked up a dark blue ball, one that was too heavy for him. He walked up to the lane and took a deep breath before using both hands to roll the ball. It rolled agonizingly slow to the point where I wanted to smash my head into a brick wall. The ball soon began to stray away from the middle and more towards the left. By the time the ball had finally reached the middle of the lane it rolled right into the gutter and continued its journey to the pins.

I didn't want to watch Brad yell at the ball (or maybe a stranger) for going into the gutter so I got up and went to get myself a drink.

I didn't expect the line to be as it was, only because it seemed like everyone else in the building was having a much better time than I was. I decided waiting in the line would give me a longer, much-needed break from Brad, so I didn't mind waiting.

I waited patiently for my turn to come. After rolling my eyes about 1,000 times at the boy who couldn't seem to figure out what he wanted, it was finally my turn. I got my soda and started making my way back towards the bowling lane Brad and I were occupying.

As I passed the entrance to the restrooms, I was stopped by some middle aged man. He looked to be in his late-thirties or early-forties. He had a clean shave and mostly black hair.

"Ayye, sexy mama!"

I was taken back by his approach because, well, he's old.

"What do you want?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

He gave me a disgusting smirk before taking a step closer to me. He said, "I think we both know what I want."

I felt my stomach drop at his tone. He was trying to be seductive but was actually straight up creepy. I took a moment to look him over, he looked strong. Strong enough to hold me down. Brad probably hasn't noticed I walked away yet. This could turn out very bad for me.

"Sorry but," I swallowed hard, trying to think of an excuse. "I'm . . . I'm gay." I lied. I wasn't sorry about not sleeping with him, and I'm not gay. I was about to make a break for it but this man was persistent. He gripped my hips tightly and pulled my back against his front.

"We can change that." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

I thought my next move out carefully. This could either make or break me.

"Yeah . . . okay." I answered.

His grip on me loosened. "Really?!" He asked shocked.