Gloiní

Deochanna

            "Fuck," I thought to myself, as I was now stuck in the middle of a group of dancing college girls. I felt one's hands touch my chest and another on my butt.

"Come on, dance with me, baby," one of them whispered, a thick british accent hissing into my ear.
She grabbed me by the collar and pushed me against a wall nearby. By this point, I'm lightheaded, about to have another panic attack and slightly turned on.

"Uh, I have to be somewhere right now, sorry," I quickly pushed her arm off of me and slid past her, watching my back as I quickly walked away to an empty hallway.
I sat on the floor and caught my breath. I moved my glasses out of the way and slid my fingers underneath, holding my head in my hands.

I heard voices come near me, mumbling something followed by laughter. Clearly drunk laughter.

I quickly made to my feet, hoping to move out of the way before the group of adult men come my way.

I was too slow.

As soon as I took my first step, they rounded the corner. The one in front with brown hair and very tall, followed by another very tall man with brown hair and glasses. There was one falling behind though, clearly not as drunk as the other two though.

He held a drink in his hand and was smiling. He wasn't looking where he was going. I tried to take another step, I accidentally tripped him.

"Fucking shit, what the hell man?" His American accent shouted. The other two didn't hear it.

I felt a cold liquid on my chest and pants, making it look like I had an accident.

The American boy with red hair stood back up again and looked to see who had tripped him.

I saw his eyes widen as he noticed the wet patches and his empty cup. "I'm so sorry! Shit, I'm sorry man! I really didn't mean to! Want help cleaning up?"

I held my breath and looked at him, he was standing quite close to me as he apologizes.

He looked to be Asian. He has glasses, and beautiful brown eyes and a face that I really didn't mind staring at.

I realized how long I've probably been staring and look away. I scratched the back of my neck and shook my head.

"You sure? We can get out of here if it will be better," he offered again, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I shrugged it off.

"I'm fine, I can take care of myself," I said as politely as I could.

He backed up and handed me his phone. I grabbed it and looked at him. What is he doing, giving me his phone?

"Put your number in it, I would love to apologize more sincerely over some coffee sometime," he smiled. Fuck, he has a beautiful smile.

I didn't really feel comfortable with giving a stranger my phone number, especially one who had just spilled beer on me. I shook my head at him and handed him his phone back.

Well, tried to anyway.

He wouldn't take it.

"Put your number in it, please, I would really love to meet up sometime," he was still smiling.

You wouldn't be smiling if you had beer on your clothes making them stick to you.

"I really don't feel comfortable with the idea of giving a stranger my number," I shoved his phone back in his hand.

He shoved it back in mine.

"We wouldn't be strangers if you gave me your number so we could hang out."

Fucking smooth ass.

I gave in.

"There," I handed him his phone back, and he took it.

We made eye contact, again.

"Don't worry, I'm not a creep," he laughed and started walking away.

I didn't even know his name.