Surviving my Scholarship

Corpse Reviver #1

        I had made it about a quarter of the way through the crowd before I stopped, noticing a familiar looking face. It was the man that had gone to get us cake. He stopped talking to the group in front of him and turned to smile at me.

        "Couldn't wait for me to get back," he joked with that dashing smile every guy seems to know here. "I like them impatient." I rolled my eyes as I turned to press on into the massive wall of people. I know now why Grammy asked him to get the cake instead of introducing us. As I tripped over the third or fourth woman's train, I groaned. I'm never going to make it to the sweet tummy filling substance at the end of this horrid ride. I mentally waved the white flag.

        "But it is cake", my mind screamed out.  My body answered, "And Pierce. It's not worth it." My tummy shut them both up with a slight grumble. I sighed as I pushed forward into the crowd again. It surprisingly got easier.

        That is until I saw the crowd was parting giving someone ample room as they stormed in my direction. Before I could register, I was plowed into by Pierce. He easily lifted me over his right shoulder as he never missed a step. Is this how they tackle someone in football?

        I started to protest but he pushed up on a step and the air was forced out of my lungs. So, I hung there as he pressed onward away from my destination. The people were buzzing with the news and the stares made me want to go hide under a rock and die.

        He dropped me a bit later, literally dropped me, at the very end of the crowd. Unprepared I fell to my bottom with a slight yelp. My attempts to get up were thwarted by my dress. Pierce didn't seem to even notice. I looked around on the floor for anything that could help me but sadly all that met me was carpet. Giving up after I heard the slightest tear around my knees, I sat there staring at Pierce's pant leg and overly polished shoes. This was worse than anything I had ever experienced at the Watering Hole. I just want to go home.

        Two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me easily to my feet. I looked back to see one of the men, Grammy had introduced me to earlier. Now which one exactly was he? She didn't really point or gesture to any one guy. I looked back to Grammy in the distance. She was eating cake! I would have had cake by now?! I glared at Pierce before turning back to the man in front of me.

        "Thank you," I shyly stated while looking away in embarrassment that he had to do it in the first place, the same time Pierce screamed, "What the hell, Wes." Enough!

        "What is wrong with you," I charged forward my finger on his chest again. He looked over to me in shock for a moment before morphing into that smirk again. "First, you demand I meet you at the cake. Then, you come charging at me all bullheaded and negate all that progress and after all that you drop me on the floor and leave me there, to what, become one with the carpet?" 

        Wes's eyes widened. He scratched the back of his head in discomfort like all men seem to do. With a swift wave and "good luck with this one" to Pierce, he casually slipped his hands in his pockets and went back to Grammy. He never even said goodbye. I looked back at Pierce and he turned up his charming face.

        "You shouldn't have taken so long. Now, you will have to wait," he scolded casually before motioning to the huge group of people still waiting.

        "There won't be any cake left," I whined. Unintentionally, stomping my foot in the process. He laughed at me.

        "Should have stayed with me then," he lectured before taking a bite. Wait a bite?! How did I not notice before he had cake with him?

        "Talk about rude. You could have brought me some," I grumbled. My mouth opened in shock as he took another bite.

        "I did, but you took too long," he mumbled through his bite of cake.