Black Rose

(2)

"Hey! Let go of her!" A voice yells. Justin's grip loosens just enough for me to escape and pull away from him. Justin seems to notice this and not like it.

"You just cost me my chick, do you know what that means?" Justin growls as he stands up tall, rolling my eyes, I look go my rescuer. He has light brown hair and hazel eyes, he also looks like he's around my age.

"It means that you need to learn how to actually get a girl, I'll give you a hint, you don't be creepy like that." My rescuer says with a cute smirk. Justin throws a punch at him, it's wild and very bad. I block it for my rescuer and throw a roundhouse kick right into the perv's rib, smiling when I hear a sickening crack.

"You, you *****! I'll have your head off a silver ******** platter!" The drunk yells as he squares up. His stance is sloppy at best, whatever. "Come on you scared? You a chicken? Bet you can't even fight!" Justin taunts. As he's about to open his trap again, I punch his neck, making him breathless before kicking his head then his ribs. He falls down, knocked out colder than Antarctica.

"Now that's how you stop a perv!" I yell noticing the crowd around me. They all cheer and dance. I notice my rescuer is trying to get away. "Hey man! I want to thank you." I call catching up to him. He smiles and nods.

"No problem, I'm Jake by the way. Those were some impressive moves you had back there." My rescuer says once I'm in front of him. I smile, feeling my face warm up slightly.

"Thanks, do you wanna, I don't know, ditch this party? It's getting pretty weird and uncomfortable, if you know what I mean." I laugh nervously. He hesitates to react, as if nervous. I'm relieved when he nods.

"Sure, where to?" Jake asks with a smile.

"How about my room? I got pizza and stuff." I suggest, he nods again. I lead him to my room, locking the door behind us. "So, rule one is no romance, unless we're watching a romantic comedy." I state looking him in the eye. He laughs before nodding.

"Yes ma'am, wanna watch something while the people get drunk and try to forget their sorrows?" Jake asks playfully. I smile and turn on my TV, and open up to Netflix. "How about Captain America or Iron Man?" Jake asks sitting in my bean bag.

"Captain America, I can't deal with Tony's constant Tony-ness." I laugh wrinkling my nose in mock disgust. Jake's eyes widen and he placed his hand over his heart in mock pain.

"Tony Stark is an amazing man! He's a genius and is my own personal spirit animal! The man is like my Jesus, my spirit animal!" Jake says using his hands to make wild gestures. Laughter explodes from inside me as I fall down, clutching my stomach.

"Oh my gosh! You're too much!" I laugh wiping a mock tear from my eye. I calm myself and look in his eyes. "Steve Rogers is the best man to ever exist, he is the patriot of all patriot, he is the man that brought hope to people, he was the first hero of them all. No one's better." I preach using dramatic hand gestures. Jake rolls his eyes. "Fine, let's watch Thor." I compromise making him perk up.

"I bet Thor would be a really cool guy." Jake smiles as I put in the movie. I nod in agreement. No one can hate Thor, he's like the Marvel golden retriever, and everyone loves him, well, after he meets Jane.

We settle in on my two matching bean bags, pizza and crazy bread in between us. We watch the movie in silence, except the occasional laugh or small talk about the movie, and eating of course. When the movie ends, we sit in silence.

"Still think that Tony's better than Steve." Jake teases. Rolling my eyes, I give him a look.

"You're wrong, just admit it Jake, Steve's better than Tony." He looks offended by my comment, before his eyes soften.