Another Serving of Attitude, Anyone?

Faking It

A blessing in disguise. I couldn't quite make out who he was in all the darkness but somehow I just knew he was Arthur, my savior.

"Anesha?"

 So you could imagine my surprise when Bradley's raspy voice came through.

He pushed his hair back to get a better look at me and what's his "horny" name a.k.a the guy who was trying to sexually harass me.

 "Sorry, bro. This one's taken. You find some other chick," that douche sounded again and I really just wanted to slap him. But my hands were held so tightly by his, I could barely move.

Seeing me struggle, Bradley said, "Hey, I don't think this chick's too keen, maybe you oughta leave her alone."

"No way, man. Have you seen how good she looks? Everyone wants a go," he said in between some drunken slurs. So, there really was alcohol in those drinks.

 Bradley took a step closer and gripped his arm, "Seriously man, just let go. Okay?" He sounded like a man of authority.

"Jeez, man. If you wanted her in the first place, you should have taken your chance. Finders' keepers, losers'...er something, dude. But whatever, I don't wanna get in a fight with the whole soccer team."

He reluctantly let me go and headed back from where he came from. Or so I thought. But before I could have said "douche" he grabbed me from behind, whizzed me around and slobbered me with a hard coming kiss.

I could hear Bradley gasp from behind as the "horny/ douche bag" of a guy ran back down the stairs. I was motionless alright, gutted even.

Bradley came up from behind me, "You good?" he asked, this time sounding like a real gentleman but I could still make out the slightly amused tone of his voice. I turned to face him, wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my dress and glowered, "Eww. Just plain eww. I'm gonna kick the shit out of that guy if I see him again."

"You must be feeling better since you're in the mood for some ass-kicking. Come on. You need some fresh air," he said and I followed him outside to the first floor patio.

We stood at the balcony, I admiring the stars and he, looking down at his shoes. "Boy, you do love your Converse, huh?" I said, trying to make conversation.

"Well, Ms. Klutz, a simple thank you would do, you know?" he smiled, his perfect set of teeth gleaming against the night sky. I bet he looked like a doofus when he wore braces to achieve teeth that would put those Colgate advertisement stand-ins to shame .

 "Thank you," I said taking a turn to look down at my shoes.

"No, really. Thanks for what you did in there. Who knows what might have happened," I said, glancing at him for a moment then looking back down at my Converse.

"Don't mention it. But, you do owe me a soda," he let out a low chuckle.

"I do," I said, remembering the whole William Hung extravaganza. Just then the music inside came to a halt and the DJ broke the silence.

"Now, for our special guests! Please put your hands together for.... BOYS. LIKE. GIRLSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!" and the whole crowd screamed in boy band frenzy.

"Hey, what are you guys doing out here, huh? Huh?" We both simultaneously whipped around to see Justine, raising an eyebrow. She was wearing something that was short enough to pass as a shirt.

"Just heading inside," Bradley said and left before Justine could open her mouth once more.

I too made my way inside, remembering not to say a word. "How in the world did she manage to score Boys Like Girls?" I mumbled under my breath.