FOR YOU

Getting too comfortable.

"Why did you do that pretty face?"

I also hate the idea that I chose that decision but it kind of makes me feel good to see his angry face.

"Wow no fight or anything, you guys just decided to be a pair?''

Luke was speaking on the microphone, the music had stopped.

''So, since this has never happened, how about a love song for the new love birds to dance along to?'' He finally says and the crowd roars in excitement as the lights are back on us and the music is on. I'm surely going to kill Julia for all these, hell I don't even know how to dance.

"You know how to dance?'' Cute face asks, since I don't know his name, that will be his name until I get out of this horrible place.

''No, I don't, and even if I knew I would so not dance with you."

"Come on pretty face aren't you the one who made the decision of making us a pair?''

"Yea but I didn't want to lose." why am I even sounding sad? He gives me a smile.

"Okay let me show you some moves, it's just for the show, I want to get out of this place as much as you do so the quicker we play by the rules the better for the both of us." He says as he comes closer, I don't like it but he is right, I want to be out of this place.

"Okay, but you'll have to pardon me if I miss a step." He just smiles and holds my hand for the dance.

''So you can actually dance?'' cute face asks.

''It is so hard not to know when you're guiding each and every step I take."

"Mmh so that means I'm a good teacher? I can teach you many more things like this." He says as he comes closer to my neck and plants a light kiss. My feet feel like jelly for a moment before I snap.

"What are you doing?'' I ask in an angry voice but fail terribly at it.

"Did I do anything Pretty face?'' I just keep quiet as we continue to dance. Just as we are dancing, and I'm leaning on his shoulder, I feel a drop on his shirt, from my nose. s**t! I am still nose bleeding, and I have stained his shirt.

"Stop, I need to get out of here," I tell him getting away from his arms.

"What is it?... damn! you are nose bleeding, and you stained my shirt!''

''I'm so sorry," I say as I reach for my pant pockets to take a handkerchief and wipe the stain off but it only makes it worse.

''I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, why don't we get out of here and take care of the problem?''

"Please." and with that, he drags me out of the place. I'm holding the handkerchief on my nose.

"Okay let me see, has it stopped?'' He asks once we are outside.

''I guess," I say as I remove the handkerchief only to find the whole thing covered in blood.

"s**t! okay don't panic just sit down I'll take care of it." Just then my other nose starts to bleed, I'm trying not to panic but blood always makes me panic.

"You need to make it stop, I can't see blood, please make it stop, please."

"Okay chill Pretty face, here just lift your head and face up, the bleeding will stop, there is nothing to worry about." He then holds my head up.

"See it's stopped, nothing to worry about."

"Thank you," I tell him. I'm even feeling ashamed of all this, it's not like I've never nose-bled before.

"The nose bleeding is due to the struggle back in there, but it is nothing serious." He tells me as he sits next to me.

''I told Julia I didn't want to be here but she didn't want me to disappoint Luke and yet they even have no idea where I am right now," I complain.

''Who's Julia?''

''Oh, she's my friend."

''Oh, and the Luke guy he is your boyfriend?'' he asks.

As if.

"Naah, he's Julia's boyfriend and more so he isn't my typical type of guy, I only came here to support a friend."

"You mean Luke the band singer?''

"Yea you know him?'' I'm surprised that he knows him.

''Of course, I mean who doesn't?'' Right, Luke is famous I had forgotten.

''So since you're bored why don't we get out of here?'' he says as he stands up.

"And go where?'' I ask, yes I'm bored and really miss my bed but I am going nowhere with this stranger.

"For a walk, just along the road."

''No, I want to go home." I think I have had enough of this concert thing, it has drained away all my energy.

"Sure, let me walk you to your car," he says and I can't hold the laughter that follows.

It is sarcastic, really sarcastic.

''A car, where the hell will I get that?''

"You don't look underage which means you have a driving license, right?'' What is this guy thinking?

''Do you have a car yourself?'' I decide to ask him.

"Yea I do." He says it matter of factly.

"Okay, then you must be lucky, you know this is Kenya, and in this country, at my age, you own a car only if you come from a rich family and I can assure you we have very few of those."

''I disagree Pretty face, we have a good number of rich families in this country."

"Cute face, this is a third world country, the percentage of poor families is way more than that of stable families let alone rich families," I tell him and I could notice he was smiling.

"Why are you smiling?'' I ask.

"You called me cute face." Did I just call that loud? what is wrong with my subconscious?

''No I didn't."

"Yes, you did." He argues.

"Okay fine, then give me your name so I don't make that mistake again."

''No I like it that way, you're pretty face and I'm Cute face what an amazing pair, I guess the drummer knew it, that's why he threw the drumsticks at us." He is enjoying this, embarrassing me and he is even drifting away from what we were talking about.

'' Just give me the damn name or I'll walk out of here." I was getting angry, I was even cursing and I don't like it.

"f**k! chill Pretty face, the name is Adrian." He is cursing too, but I will let it pass.

"Nice to meet you, Adrian, call me Pretty face," I say smiling as I give him my hand for a handshake.

"That is the name I gave you, I want your real name."

"Well once I'm out of this place I won't even remember you so I'll let you call me pretty face until I'm out of here."

"Okay, as much as I want to know your name it feels good calling you pretty face." He says as he helps me up and we head for the road.

''So where do you live? I can drop you off."

"No thank you, I'll just take a cab." I must admit I have become too comfortable with him unlike the typical me but that doesn't mean I trust him enough to take his offer.

"Come on, it's a free ride, you can save on the money."

"I said no!" I raise my voice, again and that isn't good.

"Okay, fine I'll order an Uber for you." He says giving up.

"No, I'll do it myself, thanks," I tell him as I take my phone then I realize it is off.

"My phone is off, just order it for me."

He doesn't even move, I have walked a few steps when I realize he is standing there smiling crazily.

"What, could you just do the damn thing?"

"Nop." What?

"You won't?"

"Yeah."

"And why is that?"

"Not after you've treated me so unfairly and all I have done to you is be good."

Oh come on.

God, he is so right, why am I treating him that way when he has done nothing wrong. It's not like he is the one who dragged me to this concert, he is just a victim.

"I'm so sorry Adrian, it's just that I hate crowds, they drain my energy and that is exactly what this concert has done to me."

"Okay I understand, actually your Uber is here I ordered it while you were busy complaining." He is smiling again, does this guy ever get tired of smiling?

"Thank you so much," I say as I head for the parking, but he holds my hand to stop me.

"No goodbye?" He asks.

How rude of me.

"Oh, goodbye Adrian." I try to move but his grip is tight.

"Not even a hug?"

"Really? Okay." I say as I quickly hug him but he holds me.

"Let go, Adrian, I don't want to keep the driver waiting," I tell him but he doesn't even say a word let alone move his hands. Then he starts moving his hands down my ass that pisses me off.

"What the hell Adrian? Let me go!" I quickly pull myself out of his grip and run in the direction of the Uber.

I get in and signal the driver to drive as I see him run towards the vehicle shouting a number of apologies. Who does he think he is? I think to myself as I feel tears form.

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