It's been an hour since we've been here. I've tried dancing but I get tired really easily so it's not for me. So I just chose to drink some cocktails and enjoy the moment. Millie looks like she's having the time of her life while poor Cassie can't seem to get away from her since Millie dragged her and wasn't planning to let her go.
I went to the toilet and when I was walking back to our table, a guy suddenly blocked my way. I looked at him and he smirked and winked at me. I can tell he's drunk because he reeks of alcohol and his face is all red.
"Heeeeyyy gorgeous. What's your name? I'mmm, my name's Eric." He said, while trying to stand straight and balance himself.
I didn't want to be rude so I answered him. "Sam. Will you excuse me, Eric? I have to pass through." I said in the politest tone I could muster. I really hate when drunk strangers act like they're close to you and disrespect your personal space.
"Nope nope nopeee, I want to talk to you. Come onnnn, pretty lady! Do you have any idea how hot you are?" He said as he looked at me with lust and I just felt so mad. I wanted to punch him so hard and kick his balls but I'd rather not make a scene. But if he touches me, I freaking swear.
Just as I feared, this creep touched my hand and starts to drag me outside.
"Don't touch me, jerk!" I said angrily while removing his grip, but he's too strong.
"Oh come on, you look so hot. Obviously you wanna be brought somewhere private. I know the perfect place, just be a good girl." He said. At this point, my fear is getting bigger and bigger. We're outside the bar now and only a few people are outside.
So I punched him.
He was shocked, he actually thought I won't fight back. "You fucking bitch!" He screamed and he was about to get back at me when someone from behind me took over and punched him to the ground.
"Do not fucking touch her again. This will be my first and only warning." I heard him say. I did not have to look up to see that it was Nate. His deep, husky voice was enough for me to recognize it. Only this time, his voice sounded so scary. I've never seen him this angry before. Even the guy he punched was speechless, of course he knew Nate, and he probably wasn't expecting that Nate is on my side.
"Are you okay?" Nate's voice turned from very intimidating to very soft, he really sounds so concerned right now.
"Yes, don't worry about me." I said, reassuring him. He gave one last glare to that pathetic jerk and left him outside and then we went back to the bar.
"Good punch", Nate said now smiling.
"I could have taken him down, you know. My next move was to kick his balls" I said with a smug smile, and he laughed and made a fake pained expression, as if he's the one I kicked. "That would have hurt so much, good thing I interrupted", he answered and we both laughed.
Nate ordered drinks for the both of us. It's just us at the table now, everybody is still partying.
"Having fun? Don't you wanna dance? I don't think I've seen you on the dancefloor that much tonight" Nate asked.
"I'm fine here, I just want to sit, drink, and observe. I'm having more fun this way. Besides, Millie and Cassie might get too wasted so they're going to need me to drive them home. What about you? I'm surprised you're not the partying type." I asked him back.
He raised one eyebrow, looking confused with what I just said. "Why is that surprising?"
"Well, I mean no offense, but you give off that bad-boy-who's-always-at-bars-and-partying vibes, you know like a playboy, and if I didn't know you had a girlfriend, I would have assumed that you're the type who changes his girls every week. Again, no offense" I said in my kindest tone because I wanted to be honest, yet I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
For a second, I thought his eyes looked sad, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and it was replaced with his fake pained expression. "Ouch, I didn't know that's how I appear to people." He said and looked down, and I felt bad.
"I mean, come on, it's because you don't talk to people. Maybe if you're a bit more sociable, people would appreciate the real you. But nevertheless, at least people still look up to you whether they know the real you or not. I mean, wherever you go, people greet you and smile at you even if you don't greet them back" I explained, and hoped he'd understand.
"I don't like doing that you know.... ignoring people and putting on a cold face all the time." He said, still looking down. HE LOOKS LIKE A LOST BABY I CANNOT! I felt so bad.
Nate continued speaking, "I really do want to be friends with everyone. It's just that.... it's Ashley. She's very suspecting. She thinks every girl that talks to me is out to get me. But I mean, even if she's right, that doesn't mean I'd cheat on her. I wish she could trust me a bit more. Sometimes it's really sad and hurtful whenever I try to ignore people. I just don't want Ashley to get upset and I don't want us to keep fighting over the same thing. So you know, it's easier that way....better for me to look like the bad person in front of everyone, instead of making Ashley upset." That last sentence he said it in a very low volume I could barely hear it. It's as if he's talking to himself and convincing himself that he's doing the right thing.
I was speechless for a few seconds. I mean, what am I supposed to say to that? He actually opened up to me. And it's a very heavy emotion, so I'm not sure how I can be of comfort.
"You really love her, don't you" I said, and gave him a reassuring smile.
Nate smiled back, but in a sad way. I'm not even sure what to do. "Well, we've been together for as long as I can remember. We were childhood friends, together with Austin and Caleb. We've had each other's backs for years. So yeah, I do care for her a lot." He answered.
At this point, I just smiled at him. I really have no idea what to say. I think this is one of the moments where silence is the best comfort.
We both just continued finishing our drinks while looking at the crowd and enjoying the atmosphere.
The rest of the night just involved us enjoying the party, Millie puking, Cassie uselessly arguing with wasted Millie, and me driving Millie's car and taking them home and then me leaving Millie's car in their garage and taking a cab home.
As I went to bed, I couldn't get Nate's sad face out of my mind. Maybe it was the alcohol that made him open up to me, because I'm pretty sure what he said to me was something he has never told anyone. I never knew he had those feelings, and hopefully I helped made him feel better, even for just a little while.
I hate myself for feeling like this, but if I'm being honest, it took me so much strength earlier to fight the urge to give him a hug.98Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ69f6z3107i
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