Chapter Three
Blake grinned at my stunned expressions. And for once, I was stunned. Not in a good way obviously.
I swatted his hands that were gripping my hips and spun around to face him. He still had his cocky grin on his face. I pursed my lips and glared at me.
“What happened?” He asked me. While his one side of lip tucked up in a smirk. I gave him my most annoyed expression.
“That's what I should be asking for.” I snapped at him. His eyes gleamed in a mischievous way. I knew that was about to come, and was the last thing I wanted to hear from him.
“What are you doing here, sweetheart? I've never seen you in any of the parties before. So what's a nerd like you doing here?” He asked me.
“None of your business.” I replied flatly. He stepped closer to me, making me want to retreat to get away from him, but I didn't. I stood there and stared at him like he was a bee. He raised his hand and traced his thumb on my lower lip.
“And you have makeup on. Did your parents know about this?” He asked. I pushed him back.
I wanted to throw a snarky reply in return but decided against it. Bully, like him, needed attention. No, they starved for it. So the best way to deal with them was to ignore them. Therefore, without replying to him, I turned around to walk away from him. However, just when I spun around to walk away from him and leave him there standing like a fool looking for answers, he turned me back around to face him. This time, his arrogant face was twisted into anger. He got on my face.
“Don't walk away when I'm talking to you.” He barked at me. This got the attention of everyone around me and my face was heated in embarrassment. I was not used to being the center of attention. I looked around and couldn't see Shirley anywhere.
Thus, when I felt everybody's eyes on me, I found myself shrinking into myself. With a panic look, I looked around me and started backing off with my face still towards him.
Once I was more than three steps away from him, I saw him taking an angry step toward me. Which in return, made me terrified. I turned around to bolt away from the prying eyes and Blake's temper.
However, just when I did turn around my face smashed into something hard, and I felt someone's hand on the side of my waist to stop me from falling behind from the impact.
I looked up to find two black eyes staring right back at me. I averted my eyes and tried to walk away when I heard Blake's voice.
“Stop, right there. I said stop.” He said. And for some stupid reason or maybe out of fear, I did stop. He strode toward me and pointed a finger at my face.
“If I ask you to stop then you do as I say. Understand?” He yelled at me. Out of nowhere, a big hand came around me and held Blake.
“Now Blake. Listen carefully. It's not school that means this is not your territory. So go and find someone else who actually gives two shits about your nonsense. Don't bother this young lady.” A voice boomed from behind me. I craned my neck to see the guy, who I just bumped into. He glanced my way but then turned his eyes back to the person who had made my life and god knows how many else's, hell.
I heard Blake leaving the scene.
I bowed my head as a tear slipped from my eyes. Oh, god. I did not want to cry. I really, really don't want to cry, but I could not help when a second tear slipped from my eye. Subtly, I wiped my cheek and moved around the guy to get out of there, as soon as I could.
But before I could do just the same, but my hand was grasped by someone, and I was turned around. Like I had expected, it was the same guy who told Blake off.
“Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry about that.” He said. I twisted my hand out of his and took a step back. He raised his hand as if surrendering to me.
“Just asking. So are you here with someone?” He asked as he dug in his pockets for something. Taking out a handkerchief, he extended it to me. I stared at it like it was a rag piece offered to me.
“Take it. It is clean. And I think you need it.” He told me. Reluctantly, I took it from him and wiped under my eyes.
Cleaning my tears, I searched for somewhere to place it but couldn't find one. He extended his hand again, and I returned his handkerchief back to him.
He smiled at me. Can't help but feeling great for his help, I returned his smile. His smile brightened. He extended his hand again.
“Umm. Would you like to dance with me?” He asked me. This time, without thinking, I placed my hand in his and let him lead me to dance.
“So what's your name?” He asked.
“Viri.” I told him. To be very honest I was feeling very awkward. Having to dance with a guy that I didn't even know, but I tried to convince myself that it was a one time opportunity. To try and have fun with a guy without anyone telling me that I was attempting a crime or this was not something that I should be doing. There was a possibility that I would never get to this again.
So I forced myself to calm down and smiled at him.
“What's your name?” I asked him. He smiled back at me.
“My name is Mike.” He replied.
“How did you manage to get Blake away from me? He doesn't listen to anyone then why did he listen to you?” I asked him.
“Well. Because it's not a wise decision to fight with the owner of the house or this party.” He said. And I looked at him. Oh, damn.
“Oh. Actually I didn't receive the invitation directly from you, so I didn't know who you were.” I blurted out. And bit my tongue for blabbering. He chuckled a little.
“Don't worry about it. Next time, I'll give you the invitation myself.” He said to me.
I shook my head.
“No. I didn't mean it like that.” I said but he squeezed my hand.
“I know.” He whispered. Then he leaned down to my ear.
“Want to get out of here?”