HIS PLUMPY QUEEN HER BULLY

Cheers……, Brenda drunkenly slurred, while I mumbled cheers back, downing my fourth or was it fifth glass of tequila.

For someone who didn’t drink, alcohol was slowly becoming my go to solution for everything.

It was obvious now, why my mother had them in ample supply.

It’s been two weeks since the most embarrassing day of my life, and I have made it my mission to avoid Brandon and his so-called friends.

They were assholes, and I pray I never have any more encounters with them till I leave this school.

“Ohhh… stop thinking,” Brenda slurs, running her sweaty hands over my face.

“I am not,” I grumble out, removing my face from her hands.

“Hello.., beautiful ladies” a thick voice interrupted us.

“Hello….” me and Brenda, greeted back at the two muscular boys behind us.

“Can we join you pretty?” the blonde one asked, eyeing Brenda up and down.

“Sure,” Brenda says giggling, before winking at me.

The both boys brought their chairs closer, before introducing themselves as Ethan and Cole.

It was obvious Ethan was interested in Brenda, the guy couldn’t keep his eyes off her and well Brenda was milking it.

I watched as she laughed at something Ethan had whispered to her, before taking his hands as the both walked off to the dance floor.

I ordered for another tequila, downing it immediately.

Shit, I mumbled, blinking my eyes rapidly as the alcohol flowed fast through my body.

I laughed at nothing in particular, briefly glancing at Cole from my side eye.

It’s not as if I expected the guy to want me or anything of that sort, but would it actually kill him to say something to me.

Instead he was focused on his phone, occasionally glancing at the dance floor where his friend and Brenda were dancing their hearts out.

I cleared my throat, gripping the edge of my seat.

I was way way drunk, and the lights were brighter.

“Are you ok?” Cole asked, his hot breath warming my face.

I giggled, nodding my head.

“So what is your major?” he asked.

“Business,” I told him, “and you?” I asked, leaning even closer so I could hear him over the loud music playing.

“Computer science,” he told me, before downing a glass of tequila.

I nodded my head, while we both sat there awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“Excuse me,” I told him, as I stood up, almost tripping.

He held my hand, while I smiled thankfully at him.

“Are you sure you can walk to the restroom on your own?" Cole asked, staring at me as if I would fall at any moment.

Honestly, I didn’t know. My legs were like jelly to me, but I didn't want to embarrass myself.

“Yes, thank you,” I told him, before walking off.

Please, please, I mutter quietly, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

Finally I made it to the restroom, splashing water on my face not even caring about my makeup.

I did my business, splashing more water on my face, before leaving the restroom.

I needed to sleep, and the once amazing music was now an annoyance, increasing my headache.

Before I could step even further, a tall tattooed covered man stepped in front of me.

“Hello!! pretty…” he slurred, his breath stinking from the alcohol he must have consumed.

I backed against the wall as the man moved even closer.

“What’s your name huh?” he asked, a creepy grin on his face.

“Christy,” I murmured, glancing around.

“You want to have fun with me tonight?” he asked, running his hands over my face.

I slapped his hand away, pushing him slightly to create enough space between us.

“No thank you,” I told him firmly, before turning to leave.

The man dragged me back, his hands gripping my forearm tightly as I struggled against him.

“Let me go you scumbag,” I screamed, struggling hard why others minded their business, oblivious or choosing to ignore what was going on.

“Shut up,” he gritted out, dragging me to a darker corner of the lounge we were in.

I was hyperventilating now, my situation becoming clearer to me.

“Please stop,” I pleaded, struggling against the man as he pushed me into the wall, his hands gripping my waist.

He leaned on me, kissing my mouth aggressively. While I struggled even further, tears of frustration poured down my face.

His sweaty hands were running over my exposed legs, while he used his body to fully press me against the wall.

His dirty stinky breath fully in my nose as he tried to force my mouth open.

Before his hands could go any higher, his body was yanked off me.

I screamed, as I watched as another man kept punching him without relenting.

Whoever it was stopped punching the now unconscious man, taking my hands as he dragged me out of the lounge.

As if my body suddenly remembered to react, I started struggling, screaming for help.

“Shut your goddamm mouth before I shut it for you.”

That voice….., I squinted my eyes as we walked into somewhere brighter, the angry face of Brandon staring back at me.

Why…., why did it have to be him to see me in that kind of situation.

“Thank yo…,” before I could get my words out, Brandon exploded.

“Is this what you do?” He exclaimed, his green eyes staring at me with disgust.

“I get that with your kind of body it might be hard to get someone interested in you, but seriously…. Do you go about throwing yourself at any available man?”

I slapped him before I could even stop myself, tears silently streaming down my face.

We were the only ones at what seems to be the back of the lounge or something, crates of empty bottles scattered about.

He snapped his head toward me, his jaws clenching tight as he stared at me with anger.

Fuck.., I shouldn’t have done that. I’m

Brandon pushed me against the wall, his hands squeezing my neck lightly.

“Is this the thanks I get for saving you?" he gritted out.

“I didn’t ask you to save me,” I also gritted out.

We stared at ourselves, my mind briefly wandering to how close we really were.

I could see how green his eyes really were, and the hardness of his body against mine.

His hands slowly left my neck, moving slowly toward my face.

Slowly he wiped away my tears, while my breath quickened.

I hated how my body always responded to him.

I mean after what just happened, and how he just treated me, I shouldn’t be noticing how green his eyes were, or his hard body against mine, or even the way his hands still lingered on my face, his eyes briefly flickering to my lips.

I licked my lips, clenching my hands tightly.

Brandon…, Brandon.., were are you….., fuck I thought I saw him come towards this direction someone says loudly, breaking whatever spell was between us.

He shifted away from me immediately, his hands in his pockets as he called back to his friends.

“O my God are you ok?” the voice of Brenda called, as she and three other of Brandon's friends walked towards where we were.

Brenda glanced from me to Brandon, stretching out her hands for me to take.

I took her hands, clinging to her side as we walked out of there.

“Next time fatty, don’t throw yourself at a man,” Brandon says coldly behind me.

I paused, breathing out sharply, before walking away, refusing the urge to look back.

I was done drinking, I promised myself, but most importantly.

I needed to avoid Brandon at all costs.