It was the day of my friend Mikey's 23rd birthday party and a part of me was excited to go, but another part of me was dreading it considering his asshole friend Klay would be there. He was good looking, no doubt about that, but I think the NBA gave him a little too big of an ego.
I don't know why, but for some reason he was always such a dick to me and it drove me nuts. He knew all the ways to push my buttons and found it amusing to mess with me. BUT I was determined to have fun tonight despite Klay being there.
***
I walked into Mikey's house in my sexy tight strapless mini dress and my black stilettos that I wore strictly for parties. I was definitely feeling confident with how I looked.
As soon as I walked in I saw Klay standing there by the front door. We made eye contact and I rolled my eyes, trying to avoid him.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you're not even gonna say hi to me?" He gently grabbed my shoulder, making me face him.
"Uhm no I didn't plan on it." I said, not making eye contact with him.
"Well I was going to compliment you on how look, but since you wanna be like that, never mind."
"Oh wow, you were actually going to be nice to me? That's a first." I snapped back at him.
"Yeah, I was going to tell you that you actually look bangable tonight. I barely even recognized you." He smirked.
"You're such a dick."
"Thanks baby." He said with the same smirk on his face.
I rolled my eyes and walked away from him, not looking back.
***
I managed to avoid Klay for most of the night, and was actually enjoying myself with all of my friends.
I had been dancing with my friends for a while when I noticed Klay staring at me out of the corner of my eye. I acted like I didn't even know he was there and kept dancing, flipping my hair and grinding with my girlfriends.
After a while of dancing, I went upstairs to use the bathroom and freshen up. I looked in the mirror and saw that my makeup had lasted but my hair was a bit disheveled.
As I was fixing my hair, I heard a knock on the door.
"Someone's in here!" I yelled.
"It's me." I heard Klay's voice through the door.
I rolled my eyes and scuffed "What do you want?"
"Open the door." He said with a serious tone.
I opened the door and saw him towering over me, his shirt buttoned down just enough for me to see the top of his chest.
He immediately grabbed me by my waist and pushed me back into the bathroom, making me gasp loudly.
"Klay, what are you doing?"
He ignored me and shut the door, locking it.
When he turned around, he pushed me up against the wall and kissed me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I fought it and pushed my hands against his chest trying to get him off of me, but he was stronger than me.
