The Dating Game:
If You Love Me, Keep My Commands
"You need to get back in the game!" My best friend, Neicey, yelled as we shared drinks at a local bar. I rolled my eyes as I downed some Vodka, "Bitch, nobody wants a stuck up bitch like me!" I told her, laughing. Neicey rolled her eyes, "Girl, boo!" she said. I sighed and downed another shot, then made a face and looked at the empty shot glass, "When did we order this?" I asked the bartender. "You didn't. He did for you." The 'tender said, smiling as she pointed down the bar. I followed her directions and saw a green-eyed, brown-haired manly-man smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and grabbed on to my friend, who was now dancing freely in the middle of the dance floor. "We need to go." I told her. She gave me a face and shrugged me off. "I'm leaving without you, then. See? This is why I just stay at my dorm and never come out!" I yelled to her, then turned around, running into someone's toned chest. It was "Manly-Man". I scoffed and tried to maneuver away from him. Fail. He grabbed my arm and held me, beginning to "dance" with me.
"Ew! Get off!" I yelled, pushing against him. "Mmm. I like it rough - Just like you said you'd be." Manly said. "What? What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, breathing hard as I paused to look up at him. "Oh, don't want to get out of character? Okay." He said, then went back to dance-raping me. I pushed him back, "I'm not in some freaky role-play thing." I yelled once more. "Oh, shit. I'm sorry." Manly said, face turninig red as he held his hands up and backed away slowly. Why does shit like this always happen to me? I thought as I quickly walked out of the bar. I shook my head.
"Hello?" I called into the empty streets. Great! I'm a victim of a serial killer movie. Kill me now! I rolled my eyes at the someone's-watching-you feeling I was getting and continued to walk. Then, I heard the footsteps. Ah, shit. I sped up. So did the feet behind me. Never look back. I began to run. The feet did the same. Abruptly, I stopped and the person slammed into me, making me fall forward. I quickly jumped up and let out a frustrated sigh, "Are you fucking serious? I told you I'm not in that freaky role-play shit! Leave!" I yelled at Manly. "But this is exactly in the script we made. Except the whole falling part." He replied. I slapped him on the forehead, "Wrong girl, foo'! Now, G-T-F-O!" I yelled. He rolled his eyes and took off running. I gave a satisfied sigh before continuing my walk to the dorms.
I jogged, in my six-inch heels, up to the dorm house and pulled out my keys. I slowly walked to my room - which I shared with Neicey, Lidia, and Marianne. When I opened the room, I bypassed the other two girls and went straight to my bed. "What happened?" Lidia asked, sitting up in here bed, dropping her book to her stomach. I buried my face in my pillow, "I don't want to talk about it." I said, voice muffled by the pillow - which made my sentence sound like "I wah wah-wah walk aw-waht it.". It was enough for them to figure out what I meant. "Aww! Why not?" Marianne asked, smiling clear in her voice. I sat up and looked at them, "I'm drunk, some dude thought I was some chick that was role-playing with him, so, he bought me a drink, basically had sex-dance on the floor, and followed me home! Now, leaveth me alone!" I said, then slammed my head into the mattress. They giggled. Bitches. I turned my head, glared, then went into a place of happiness.