Charming's Star

Love Punch

I looked at Carlos who was wearing his coke, it streaming down his face and staining his flannel.

                "Are you ok?" I whispered. Sure he was about to give me an unwanted kiss but I didn't want him hurt.

                "Do I look ok?" he snarled.

                 "No," I murmured.

                " Then why did you Fuckin ask that question!" he shouted. 

               " Carlos, calm down. You drawling more attention." 

              " Hell No, I'm not calming down. That bastard just poured a soda on my head! Aren't you concerned at all?" 

             " Of course, I'm concerned but you did just almost kiss me when I didn't want you to," I replied. 

              " So you're defending the fucker!" he bellows, clenching his fists. 

            " No, but he was trying to help me," I whispered, terrified of his anger. 

           Carlos leaned close to my face, " Don't tell me you didn't want it, you totally did!" 

           " Carlos, I didn't. I wasn't ready and I hardly know you." I argued. 

         " Your lying." he snarled. 

         " Why would I do that?" I demanded, gently pushing him away but he doesn't budge. 

        " I don't know but I'm done with this bullshit! I'm going to the bathroom and leaving you whore around here!" he snarls. 

            "Maybe that is best Carlos, maybe you'll feel better after you wash up or something," I suggested, holding back my tears. 

          He scowled and stalked out the room.

Sighing, I grabbed my cloth napkin and began wiping the table, soaking up the excess soda that happened to miss Carlos. People had finally resumed their normal; conversations by the time I moved to the floor, having to use one of the glasses of water placed at the table because the soda was sticky.

          "You know, you didn't have to do that," a deep voice said and I jumped almost knocking over the water glass.

             "Jesus! You scared me!" I exclaimed and the couple across from me glared at me.

            "Sorry," I whispered to the couple and rose to my feet to see no other than Ryan McNight.

          "You scare pretty easily," he chuckled.

          I scowled and he laughed even harder.

         "Go on, laugh," I muttered, kneeling down to finish cleaning the floor.

         Ryan stopped laughing and felt him kneel beside me.

         "Sorry, it's just funny. I didn't come back to laugh at you. I just wanted to make sure you were ok," he said.

        "Well, I'm fine. Thanks to you," I say, offering him a small smile.

        "Are you really?" he asked.

          "Yes, just... Disappointed," tears threatening to come back.

           "Do you want to talk about it?" Ryan asked, his eyes soft with pity.

            "I don't know, I just, I actually liked Carlos. I have known him  a little  while and I just thought...." I rambled, tears slipping down my face.