When I felt lips on my neck I screamed.
“AHHH!”
My minor breakdown went something like this: Before blindly searching for the piece of shit that had the nerve to touch me like that, I immediately covered the spot with my hand and tried to ignore the unpleasant sensation that had started to pass through my body. I stringed a few colourful curses together and turned to face my opponent.
A guy about six foot two, towered over me, rough stubble around his chin and a smirk plastered on his face, my dipshit radar was having a field-day.
Okay so I was short – but right now I was livid. A heads up tip - Never mess with a livid short person.
His chisled stomach clung to his shirt in a way that made me want to throw up. He looked like a sad excuse for a Ken doll. His smirk was much too wide for my liking, and made his cheeks look oddly chipmunk-like so I decided to cut straight to the chase. I grabbled his Ralph Lauren polo front and tugged at it (not suggestively!) so that he was at eye-level.
“Listen perv, I am not a sex toy and I do not take kindly to being smothered in your saliva. Plus your breath stinks – take a mint. You should learn that you are being far from appealing and I am thoroughly repulsed by your presence. So take this as a warning: L-E-A-V-E M-E T-H-E F-U-C-K A-L-O-N-E”
I heard ‘oohs’ and wolf-whistles in the crowd that frankly I didn’t notice gather around us. I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away. Please take a second of your time to note the word ‘tried’.
“Woah babe,”
I tried to calm myself after the word babe.
“You’re hot when you’re angry, it’s turning me on” he whispered, stepping into my bubble of personal space. I could hear the faint pop of my sanity snapping. Then he did the worse thing you could possibly do to a very livid short girl. He pinched my ass.
“Oh now you’re gonna get it.” I whispered to myself before turning to face him. I flipped my hair and batted my eyelashes, stepping forward so that my body was pressing into his. “Ohhh, you know what you are kind of sexy” I said slowly grinding into him. I could feel the bile travel up my throat and it took most of my strength to try not throw up on him. My arms travelled up his thighs to his neck where I drew small figures with my fingertips. I could feel the very distinct in his pants – I swallowed. “Maybe we could leave?” and he nodded his head way too enthusiastically.
“GET IN THERE COLIN!” Someone screamed as I gave my best seductive chuckle. “Yeah Colin” I said my hand now rested on his chest. He took my hand and leaned in, I did the same. Two seconds before our lips connected I took my chance – I slammed my knee into his ‘little friend.’
I stormed to my next class still fuming, leaving Colin on the floor clutching ‘thunderstick’ firmly. “That was a bit harsh don’t you think?” A warm voice asked behind me. Patrick picked up my limp hand and I let it rest in his. “mmm” I said, casually avoiding his gaze. “That’s not like you,” he said and I tilted my head to the side ever so slightly. “Right about now – you’d be ranting about how he has broken the dick-tor scale and how he’d probably have to spend all his money on repairs. – No pun intended”
I tried to smile – honestly I did. It just felt like more of a grimace. I started to play with my lip using my other hand and I leaned against Patrick for support. I reached his shoulder in height – so at the time I was very grateful for its convenience.
Patrick nudged me lightly with his shoulder, “What’s wrong?” I debated for a while whether or not I should tell him. I voted for a yes, but then the thought of him going to dinner with someone like me tomorrow kind of put me off. “I-I-I can’t-tell you” I said, biting my lip.
“Sure you can, don’t you trust me?”
“Of course I trust you! I just – look Pat, I-the point is, if I tell you why I was such a bitch back there – you’ll probably never speak to me again.”
“I don’t think I could even if I tried,” he said, squeezing my hand.
I closed my eyes and took a couple breaths before facing him.
“Back in England” I started saying slowly – making sure to choose my words carefully. “Back in England I went to this party, and uh- it wasn’t a very nice party because everyone was drunk. And I was the only one sober, so technically no one knew what they were doing but still. What happened – was, well, let’s just say the party ended with a bang.
Sweaty bodies everywhere, the smell of alcohol and tobacco could make anyone sick so I wanted to leave –like any normal person, but um- was pulled back. The host – was one of the most popular guys in school, and like mostly everyone there -he was incredibly horny.”
I could feel the tears begin to gather in my eyes. I was turning into a fountain, gosh, I need to stop doing this.
Before I could finish Patrick pulled me into his arms, I couldn’t take it anymore – but then felt guilty that I ruined his t-shirt with my tears. When it felt like I ran out, I looked up at him to see that his face had hardened, and that he had one hell of a jawline.
“Patrick?”
He bit his lip. “Who was the bastard?”
“Never mind, um – what’s done is done I guess.”
“No Tia. It seems you didn’t hear me. Who. Was. The. Bastard?” he said his voice sinister.
“Patrick there’s nothing you can do. Look, I don’t know if it was karma or some shit, but he was in a car crash the next day. So there literally isn’t anything you can do. Okay? Let’s forget about it and just remember the fact that I solely dislike perverts that do not respect woman.”
Patrick remained in a bad mood all day, much to my dismay but at least I know he cares I guess.
A/N: I’M SORRY! DON’T HATE ME! Okay explanation time: So, I went on holidays for a month, and before that went to this French camp thing for three weeks, and I know that's not an excuse and I’m soooooooo very sorry for updating a) extremely unforgivably late and b) with a short chapter.
I hadn’t originally planned to write this but ah, what the heck.
Song of the chapter:
Nine in the afternoon- Panic! At The Disco
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