“I’m alright. Thanks though,” I laugh.
“She’s good. Just flirting with some guy at the bar,” Sable says. I snap my head to her when I realize she’s on the phone. “Okay, Dad. Love you too.”
Fuck.
“So?” the guys says.
“I said no,” I snap. “Go away.”
“Fat bitch,” he mutters as he walks away. I roll my eyes and turn to Sable.
“Was that your dad?” I ask.
“Yeah. He was just asking if we got here okay. He texted both of us, but we didn’t answer, so he called,” she says.
“I was not flirting with that guy,” I frown.
“No?” she asks.
“No. I said I came here with you, and he asked if I wanted to come with him next,” I say with a dramatic full body shiver.
“Ew,” she laughs. “What a fucking creep.”
I nod and pull my phone out of my bag.
Marc: Get there okay?
Marc: Raven…
Marc: The one thing I tell you not to do, you go and do it. While drinking, which I also told you not to do.
Me: You are not my father. You don’t own me.
Marc: Duly noted.
“Shit,” I sigh.
“What?” Sable asks. I lock my phone and put it away before she can see the messages. “You are acting weird. Who was that?”
“No one,” I say. Wanna go dance?”
“Let’s get it,” she smiles. She grabs my hand and I down the rest of my drink before letting her drag me out to the dance floor. If I’m going to get punished, at least I’m going to make it worth getting punished for. I’m sure the mature thing to do would be to just have a conversation and let him know what actually happened. I know that he wouldn’t get upset at me if he knew the truth of it, but I was already a bitch and I’ve already downed the drink, so why not?
As we are dancing, I feel hands grab my waist. I recoil instantly but somehow Sable is faster. “What the fuck is wrong with you, creep? Didn’t she already tell you no?” Sable yells as she shoves the guy from earlier away from me.
“Dressed like that, she’s clearly asking for someone to fuck her,” he frowns.
“I don’t give a fuck if she is walking around here butt ass naked. You don’t fucking touch people, especially when they’ve already told you no,” she yells again.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I whisper to her. “Don’t get stabbed please.”
“I won’t. Go on,” she says.
I turn to go to the bathroom and freeze for a second when I see Marc. I give him a blank stare before going to the women’s restroom. I go back to the last stall and lock myself in beforeleaning against the wall and closing my eyes. Shortly after I hear the door open and close, someone knocks on my stall. “Hold on, Sable,” I say.
“It’s me,” Marc says. I sit up and open the door before going back to leaning on the wall. He shuts and locks the stall door behind him and based on the bulge in his pants, he’s about to fuck me. I guess it’s a good thing the walls of the stall and the door reach the floor.
“What?” I ask.