A Time to Remember

Chapter 9

Not paying any attention to the bartender I looked up and yelled for more.

"Oh," the bartender said. "She's looking for another." and then he slapped another down on the table. I took the drink and continued slurping. The beautiful taste swirled through my taste buds and I couldn't help but to close my eyes and saver the taste. I didn't even notice Brandon's hand rubbing up my leg.

After a while of drinking one drink after another, my emotions were extreme and I felt so alive.

After about a few more drinks, I realized, in my hazy awareness, that Brandon was making out with me. I also realized that he was a great kisser. He had his hands down my back and the other on my ass as he kissed with such haste. He grabbed me around my waist and deepened the kiss.

I knew what he wanted, but the liquor swooshing around in my head made me think nothing more of it. I couldn't fully get control of the situation because I couldn't get my mind to be fully aware.

I hated not being aware. I hated not being able to stop being taking advantage of, and that was exactly what he was doing. Trying very hard to stay focused and not on his warm hands traveling down my body, and his soft lips on my neck sucking on the spot that made me moan the most.

"No," I thought to myself. "Focus. He's using you. I will wait until I'm married. I can't and will not this."

"Stop!" I yelled out loud. "I... can't. Not until I'm married." he stopped and looked into my eyes for a second and started again. This time, I pulled back. ""No," told l him. "I told you that I won't, I will not do this, not until I'm married."

And again, he continued to attempt to seduce me. His hands felt amazingly good around my waist and I felt like I was finally inches away from submitting. Out of nowhere, I heard a smack sound and realized it was his hand hitting another women's ass, and that was what snapped me out of his trap.

In my pure anger and betrayal, I felt my legs carry me out of the room and towards the parking lot. "Damn," I thought. "I didn't drive here. I guess I have to walk."I started walking towards the road, feeling the alcohol clouding my brain. I felt my legs walk a bit faster than I intended and stumbled a few times.

"Honk!" The loud sound of a car smashing on breaks in front of me startled me and I realized I was in the middle of the road. "Tiffany!" I heard my name being called from a distance and I turned to see Brandon staring at me and the stopped car in horror. He seemed in a daze but then quickly recovered, shaking his head. He started walking calmly towards me and I took that as my cue to leave. Well, that and the fact that the now pissed off driver started getting out of the car.

As soon as I got across, and the driver left, Brandon finally made his way to me. "Tiffany, wait up," he said. Before he got a chance to say anything else, I threw up my hand and slapped as hard I could, right across his face.

He blinked back in surprised and stood there stunned. "What the hell was that for?" he yelled.

My mind was heavily fuzzed with alcohol and I could barely get my words right. "You... your, you're not slick with your fllllirting and, and ass smacking, asshole. Go to hellllll," I slurred. I fell off balance stumbling backwards and then forwards again. "Howww dare you!" I continued.

"Your too drunk," he said. "Your imagining things, I'm going to drive you back home so that way you can get some rest." Okay, so maybe I did have a lot to drink, but I knew that I'm not too drunk to make up the fact that he was obviously cheating on me in my face!

"I saw you!" I yelled at him. "I don't need you to, to drive me back, I... I can walk home."

"How in the world do you expect to get there. It'll take you like twelve hours to walk there. Come on, I'm going to drive you."

I stared intently at him decided that no matter how immortal I feel right now, he is absolutely right, I can't just walk home. Reluctantly, I nodded and let him lead me to the car. Once we got there, I gave him the silent treatment and sat down in my seat.

The whole ride, I could feel his stare on me and I knew he wanted to say something to me but couldn't bring himself to say it.

In the last few minutes of the ride home, that's when he decided to say something. "Look, I honestly don't know why your freaking out so much about this. Okay, yes I was looking at a few girls but it's not like I was flirting with them or anything."

I scoffed. "Yeah and smacking someone else's ass isn't?"

"It's not like it meant anything."

"And what do I mean to you? I could feel my blood boiling. How dare he say that it means nothing?

"Do you really want to know what you mean to me? Considering your a stalker, creepy, awkward person who claims to know everything about me, honestly, your just a joke. A huge ass joke that was lucky enough to get a date with me because I felt sorry for you. I could tell by the sorry, pitifully look in your eyes that your life sucks and I wanted to help you out." His face was red in anger and he took a few breath.

"If anything, you should be happy I gave you the time of day instead of freaking out because I payed a bit of attention to someone far more interesting than you."

After his rant, the car conveniently rode up into my drive way and I threw opened and slammed the door shut in my rush to get away from him and into the safely of my bed as quickly as possible. Tears threatened it's way down my face. I fumbled with the keys, dropping them a few times before I managed to get the door opened and I made my way inside.