FOR YOU

Getting too comfortable.

"Why did you do that, pretty face?"

I hate that I made that decision, but seeing his angry face kind of makes me feel good.

"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 to?" he finally says, and the crowd roars in excitement as the lights focus on us and the music starts. I'm surely going to kill Julia for all this. 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 did, I would so not dance with you."

"Come on, pretty face, aren't you the one who made the decision to make us a pair?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to lose." Why do I even sound 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 both of us," he says as he comes closer. I don't like it, but he's 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?" He face asks and I shrug.

"It's hard not to 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, pulling away from his arms.

"What is it? ... Damn! You’re nose bleeding, and you stained my shirt!"

"I'm so sorry," I say as I reach into my pocket for a handkerchief and try to 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?" I nod.

"Please." With that, he leads me out of the place. I'm holding the handkerchief to my nose.

"Okay, let me see. Has it stopped?" he asks once we are outside.

"I guess," I say as I take off the handkerchief only to find it completely 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 the sight of blood always makes me panic.

"You need to make it stop. I can't see blood. Please make it stop, please." I beg him not even sure if he would know how to make it stop.

"Okay, chill, pretty face." he says and I take in a deep breath. Here, just lift your head and face up. The bleeding will stop. There is nothing to worry about." He holds my chin, making me face up.

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

"Thank you," I tell him. I'm feeling ashamed of all this; it's not like I've never had a nosebleed before.

"The nose bleeding is due to the struggle back in there, but it's nothing serious," he says 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. They have no idea where I am right now," I complain.

"Who's Julia?"

"Oh, she's my friend."

"And the Luke guy, is he your boyfriend?" he asks.

As if.

"Nah, he's Julia's boyfriend, and he isn’t my type of guy. I only came here to support a friend."

"You mean Luke the band singer?"

"Yeah, 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 all my energy.

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

It is sarcastic, really sarcastic.

"A car, where the hell would I get that?"

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

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

"Yeah, I do," he says matter-of-factly.

"Okay, then you must be lucky. You know 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." He shakes his head.

"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 higher than that of stable families, let alone rich families," I tell him, noticing he is smiling.

"Why are you smiling?" I ask.

"You called me cute face." I internally face palm myself. Did I just say that out 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 drifting away from what we were talking about.

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

"Damn, chill, pretty face. The name is Adrian." I say with a smirk. He is cursing too, but I will let it pass.

"Nice to meet you, Adrian. Call me pretty face," I say, smiling as I extend my hand for a handshake. He chuckles then shakes his head.

"Oh come on, that is the name I gave you. I want your real name."

"Once I'm out of this place, I won't even remember you, so I'll let you call me pretty face until then."

"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've become too comfortable with him, unlike my typical self, 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 out my phone, only to realize it is off.

"My phone is off. Just order it for me."

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

"What? Could you just do the damn thing?"

"Nope."

"You won't?"

"Yeah."

"And why is that?"

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

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 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 say a word, let alone move his hands. Then he starts moving his hands down my ass, which pisses me off.

"What the hell, Adrian? Let me go!" I quickly pull myself out of his grip and run toward 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 forming.

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