I saw him from across the room. I couldn't pay attention to the rest of the party, the screaming and the breaking of items didn't seem to phase me. His tattoos and piercigs frightened me, and he had a questionable reputation. But he captivated me, intrigued me to know more. Something tells me know one. Knows the real story behind him, one I was eager to find out. I think he caught me staring.. crap! he's coming over.
"Like what you see?" he asked, my cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry, I was just.." he cut me off by crashing his lips onto mine.
"You asshole!" I screamed as I smacked him across the face.
"Ooh. Fiesty. Just how I like them."
"You're a twat." I spat back.
"That I may be, but I'm still a twat who wants to dance with a pretty girl like you."
"You know your reputation, asshole. Don't even try to put the moves on me."
"But I already have," he said as he attempted to grind into my back.
In return, I kicked him in the balls.
"That's the closest you'll get to any of this, jerk."
And at that I walked away.
"You'll regret that darling. Just you wait."
