1988
Seattle, Washington
Angie
The crowds of people were suffocating and this tight top was cutting off my circulation. The car ride was exhausting, filled with Jane's giggles and this "friend's" attempts to chat me up. I felt his eyes crawling all over my body since he opened my passenger side door and I couldn't help but become nauseated over it, as well as the fact that he smelled of Jack Daniels and musk. He disgusted me. As for Jane, even more so, for thinking she could ever make a match out of him and I. He's a douche and the look on his face when he approached did nothing but reassure my thoughts. The ignoring of his existence has gotten me pretty far already, through the car ride that is. Tolerable, for tonight only.
Our destination didn't seem as awful as I expected. I could hear the bands playing from inside, I could tell it was far different from any other place Jane and I have gone. Maybe tonight would be different. I would actually enjoy the time, feel fulfilled and satisfied for the first time in months. These thoughts came to a quick halt once I felt Chad place his hand on my lower back, the hope I once had was now evaporated and transformed into the clouds of irritation and annoyance of my mind. Funny how things can be fucked up within the matter of seconds. Who was I kidding.
The moment we walked inside the place, Jane and her, whatever he may be, took off somewhere. They seemed to be glued to each other since the drive over here and I only expected her to leave me alone with this Chad guy. Chad. How was his name not a red flag to Jane at all? It makes me question her sanity. I only accepted to go tonight so I wouldn't let Jane down, but maybe, considering the situations I seem to get stuck in, I should stop worrying about saying no. I should stop feeling bad. I don't seem to think about myself much. But even then, I can't seem to figure out which is worse; flaking on my best friend or not regarding my sake every once in a while.
I snap out of my trance and make my way to a green, tattered up couch near the side of the make-shift stage, it looked like it could use some occupation. I don't even know where we are, but it must be some sort of popular attraction around here. I genuinely liked it.
The band that is playing ends their song, the members place their instruments down and the crowd behind me cheers. I figure it's the end of their set. Chad places himself on the couch, yet another alcoholic beverage in hand a little too close for comfort, clapping and whistling. I move aside just a tad, but my actions fail when I feel our knees come into contact again. A hot wave of nervousness washes over me, but never fail to keep my guard activated. He's not going to get a chance tonight.
"You're looking mighty fine tonight, princess. How about you let me get you a drink? Maybe we could take this to the car and get some real action out of each other, huh?"
Complete and utter disgust. "Mighty fine?" Who does this guy think he is, the Fonze? And "action?" His nuts cracking in half will be the only form of "action" this prick will be getting involving his micro-penis tonight if he keeps this up. I roll my eyes, shaking my head and turning to look around for a quick escape and my eyes land on the back door.
"How charming. Why don't you get out of my sight, find a lewd magazine to get some excitement out of yourself, yea?"
He laughs, attempting to brush the hair that surrounded my face behind my ear. I push his hand away, getting up from the couch. He puts his hands up in defense, slowly following my movements. He sighs, his patience wearing thin and I could only sense the negative thoughts he has running through his intoxicated mind.
"Oh, don't be like that. You know you want me babe. Those pretty eyes say a lot, just what I need actually. Now I'm going to go take a piss, think it over."
I scoff just as he walks off. I run my hands through my obnoxiously teased curls and shut my eyes, going over what I should do. My eyes wonder on that back door. For some apparent reason, I felt that I shouldn't leave yet. I shouldn't ditch Jane. I don't know what she'd get into if I left. I sure as hell don't want to wake up at 4 am, a knock at my front door and a hungover, complaining Jane on my couch.
I walk over to one of the blue coolers next to a group of guys, hoping to find a suitable drink for the rest of the night. I'll stay, but I need something that will make everything more manageable. I pull my drink of choice out of the cooler, wiping my ice water covered hands on my jeans. A loud laugh from the group beside me attracts my attention, a weird sense of curiosity leads me to the one it came from.
His eyes were shut as he laughed along with the rest of them, and once they opened they met with the crowd, scanning it over while taking a swig from his beer bottle. He caught my eye.
I hadn't noticed at first, but he was then looking at me. At me. Like I wasn't a ghost after all. I came to my senses and panicked. I looked away, as one would do, out of sheer embarrassment. Pretending to fiddle with the cap of my bottle, I was thankful that the pink blush that was spreading like wildfire along my cheeks couldn't be noticed under the dim lighting. I knew that it was too late, he obviously must've seen. I felt like a creep. Yet, I couldn't help but glance again, nonchalantly.
He was still set on me. His eyes, alluringly blue. The first sense of content I felt in months, of comfort, from a stranger. Someone I had never seen in my life. Curls fell alongside his cheeks. The sleeve of his oversized flannel shifted down to his elbow as he brushed his locks back, allowing me a full view of his face. Perfection doesn't exist, but if something came close, it was him. My gaze left Blue's as I looked down at my shoes, Jane's shoes. I felt like a teenager, smitten over the school's heartthrob. I shouldn't let my thoughts become so far fetched, to roam on their own. This isn't a John Hughes film and I probably won't ever see this person again. Why was I so nervous?
The emotion cracked and shattered inside of me as I heard Chad's laugh echo behind me. I didn't expect him to follow me, when he did it only reminded me of a lost puppy dog. Except he wasn't cute and fluffy and wasn't a puppy at all, just some perv unsuccessfully attempting to get laid. I figured he'd get caught up on some other poor girl and I'd vanish from his mind. He seemed simple like that. I thought my bitchy wit would have gotten me somewhere and he would've moved on. I was wrong, and I knew it.
Just as I turned around, I was met with Chad's grip onto my wrist, tugging and pulling me close into his chest. The glass bottle of Budweiser I managed to retrieve from the cooler fell from my hand, shattering against the tile floor with an unforgivingly loud crack. He whispers something unintelligible in my ear. His hot, alcohol tainted breath plaguing the skin of my neck as his leaves a wet peck. I quickly yank away from his hold, feeling the ache from his large hands corrupt my skin.
