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Freya
I could feel the heat circulating in my cheeks as I stormed away from whoever that creep was.
As I furiously walked away, I could still see those eyes haunting my mind. Their crystal blue haziness almost clouded my thoughts with rage, and I wondered if he was still staring at me.
It took everything in me to hold the nausea that recoiled in my throat at the thought of him. Was he thinking of me while that girl undressed him with her tongue?
I shook his disgustingly gorgeous appearance from my mind, and as I returned to reality, I felt the hardness of something collide with me. It practically knocked my breath away as I stumbled downward, catching myself before I hit the floor.
My eyes peered up to the towering height of a man looking down at me even though I couldn’t see most of his face since it hid behind a brown hood. He wore a robe that concealed most of his body, making him even more terrifyingly creepy than the first guy I had purposefully run from.
At leasthewas easy on the eyes- and smelled better.
A whiff was all I needed to catch to know that whateverhung under that hood was not sanitary. I held my breath in my chest tightly.
“I’m so sorry.” I attempted to apologize and weasel past him, but cold hands gripped my arm coarsely despite my best efforts to free myself.
I could feel his icy hold as his rotten smell trickled up my nostrils. That same nausea from before began to taunt me with visions of vomiting onto the dance floor and turning this night into an even more considerable embarrassment than it already was.
“What the fuck, let go of me.” I felt my voice choke in my throat out of fear.
My heart raced against my chest, barreling into it as if to warn me to run. As if my every instinct was telling me this wasn’t normal.
The stranger didn’t say anything, but his dark black eyes stared at me for what felt like minutes until he loosened his grip and walked away without saying a word. Not even an apology. It felt as if his soulless eyes had bore into me. Even after walking away, I could still see them haunting my thoughts.
That was nowtwopairs of eyes terrorizing me.
My cheeks reddened, heat emanating off me from how outraged I was.
I mean, I knew guys were assholes, but why was it that I happened to run into two within not even ten minutes of each other?
The notion of wanting a guy to give me attention had lost appeal. I would have left at that moment if I hadn’t seen Lacy and Mr. Thomas sauntering over towards me, smiles riddling their faces as if they had just committed a murder.
Mr. Thomas wore what looked like a nice suit, though it was a few sizes too small as his shirt danced between tucked and un-tucked. His belly desperately tried to escape through the buttons that clung to his collared shirt.
Lacy, however, was dressed rather inappropriately for a work night. Not that I was dressed any better, for that matter. She wore decently high heels, making her appear far taller than Mr. Thomas as the neon pink shoes glimmered in the club’s dim lighting. Her shirt hung below her collarbone, dipping in between her breasts as if she was hoping to get some longing glimpse from someone - who, I had no idea. I sincerely wished it was not for Mr. Thomas, who ogled her like fresh meat.
The thought of it made me want to hurl even more than I already did. I would have been okay with throwing up all over his outfit. Maybe then he might buy something that fits his stumpy body.
“Freya!” Lacy drunkenly fell into me, and out of instinct, I eyed Mr. Thomas rudely as if it was his fault even though I knew logically it wasn’t. Lacy wasn’t exactly an adult. She acted more like a college student than anything else.
Lacy adjusted herself and pulled a flask from behind her as if out of nowhere. “Here, drink.” She motioned toward me with a smile.
I eyed the drink suspiciously, looking at the flask as it shook in her hand, dripping onto the floor. She was almost as bad as Tina, who was still god knows where right now. And it was as if Lacy could read my mind, plucking out the thought of Tina from me as she asked where she was.
She seemed a little disappointed that I could not locate her, as if my presence wasn’t enough, and then pressured me further to grab the flask she tried to dangle in front of melike it was some glorified piece of cake.
I winced at the sight of the mystery liquor. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, to be honest. And if I was correct, that was probably cheap tequila she was trying to shove down my throat. I could smell the foul odor wafting back and forth as she taunted me with it.
“Come on, Freya.” Mr. Thomas butt in, my eyes shooting daggers at him instantly.
“Have fun.” He cooed, lightly placing his hand on my lower back.
A shiver crept down my spine thinking of his hand on me, but thankfully, I managed to tame my disgust by slamming back the flask from Lacy’s hand. Its golden liquid warmed my insides instantaneously, and I prayed it would also shake the feeling of his hands on me.
I shuddered as the taste of tequila made my mouth twist, and then I tried to pull myself back to the present while handing the flask back.
“So where are the Ellisario’s?” Lacy giggled, eyeing the crowd of strangers frantically. Her hand cupped her mouth as if she was blushing.
