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“Yeah, so? We’ve become friends. That was nothing.”
“Just like me dancing with Trev wasnothing.” I let out a sigh. I don’t want to fight with him. “I’d rather have been dancing with you. Why don’t we go dance?” I give him a little smile and grab at his hands. Even though I’m still cranky. But maybe it would loosen him up and get us out of this weird space.
He stares at me for a second like he can’t decide what to do. Then he frowns and lightly pulls on my hand. “Why don’t you come outside with me for a few minutes?”
I cross my arms over my chest like a toddler. I was planning to go outside with him, anyway. I don’t know why I’m acting like this. Plus, it’s not like I want to go back to that dance floor. I do want to spend time with him, but I’m angry. Angry that he kissed me and then never said anything. Angry that he was talking to Caity. Angry that he’s jealous.
Do I want him to be jealous?
“Rae,” his voice is snappy and that pushes me over the edge.
“You know what? I don’t want to go anywhere with you when you’re being a jealous ass! I’m not yours. I don’t belong to you. So, either let me be or come have fun with me, but stop trying to control me because all you’re doing right now is suffocating me!”
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. And when they land on him, I regret them even more. He looks hurt. Beyond hurt.
“Aaron,” I say, reaching toward him.
He holds up his hands. “No, don’t worry. I’ll leave you alone now,” he says before quickly leaving the room.
I stand there staring at the empty spot he was standing in. I feel like shit. That was the opposite of how I wanted this night to go.
Get over yourself and go get him, Rae.
I take a step to go after him when a hand grabs at my waist and spins me around.
“Hey, I’m Mike. This is my house.” I freeze in place. “I was watching you dance. You looked sexy,” he says, getting right in my ear. He smells like cheap beer and his energy feels sketchy. He pulls me up against him and dances. And then I feel something pushing against my backside as he shoves his hips against mine. Ew. And alsono.
I spin around and give him a hard shove, but he catches my arm and digs his fingers into my wrist.
Fuck. Why didn’t I go with Aaron? Why did I push him away and act like a child? Seriously, I’m an idiot.
He holds me in place, forcefully dancing with me. I attempt to shove him away again, but he presses his body into mine.
What do I do?
He spins me around again, never letting go of my wrist. “Come with me,” he whispers sloppily in my ear.
Oh shit. Oh no, no, no. Get out of here. Now!
“I, um… I—I need to go find—” he stops my talking by putting his mouth over mine. I push and kick at him, but he drags me away, unfazed.
“Stop! Let me go!” I yell, but my voice is drowned out by the music.
I twist my wrist, trying to free myself, but all I get is the cracking of my own bones. His grip tightens in response. His grasp is so strong, pain shoots up my arm at the same time panic wells in my stomach.
I spin my head around, looking for someone, anyone, I know. Or anyone at all. Someone who will look at me and help me out of this situation. I slow my steps, letting my feet get heavy, but nothing deters him.
I glance around the crowded dance floor. A handful of people vaguely look at me, but none of them do anything. None of them care. Nothing changes. I’m still being dragged away.
I look back toward the door. Aaron is long gone. I look to the bar and see Sarah is too. No sign of Mackie. Turning my head in the other direction, I see Joel is still outside, way out of earshot. Finally, my eyes land on where Miles was, but he’s not there. My stomach sinks. He’s walking away from me down the hallway.
I’m alone. Completely alone.
My stomach turns as I start thinking about my options. I think of dropping to the floor, though that might pull my arm from my socket or get me trampled by all these oblivious people surrounding me. And then I see Mike nodding to someone. I peer around him and a chill rolls through me. He’s dragging me to a bedroom. A bedroom that is literally being guarded by two linebackers. They’re huge. At least six-foot-three and probably well over two hundred pounds each.
My throat feels like it’s lined with cotton and fresh panic surges through me. There’s no way out of this.
Think, Rae. Do something.
