Shayla

It's late and I'm leaving the Observatory.

I thought about ordering pizza again.

But I decided not to.

I don't think Pizza dude wants to see me again.

I walk out to my car and see the silhouette of a man.

"Hey, baby."

"Don't call me that, Lance."

He appears from out of the darkness and gives me a snarky grin.

Lance is my boyfriend. I don't want him to be my boyfriend.

I can't seem to break it off. So I just don't talk to him or spend time with him.

Oh- and I de-friended him on facebook.

"You know you like it."

"No. Lance. No I don't."

How gay is the name Lance?

Can't believe this douche was my first love.

That's right Lance. You're a feminine hygiene product.

He decides to make a move. He slithers closer.

Douche. Don't get near me.

"Hey, baby," a voice says from behind me. A hand holds mine. "This guy giving you trouble?"

Who the hell is holding my hand?

And why in the hell did he call me baby too?

He leans down to whisper in my ear, "Just go along with it."

"Pizza Hut…" I murmur and my eyes widen slightly. "Hey." I force myself to smile like a love-sick crackhead.

Riku acknowledges the douche with a single, curt nod. "Who's this guy?"

"No one," I hum. Lance hates not being recognized as some important figure.

What. A. Douche.

I know what he is- A super-douche.

Lance takes up an aggressive pose where he puffs out his chest and then snarls, "Shayla… Who is this pansy?"

It's funny because Lance is like- oh… 5'9''? Maybe?

And then Pizza Hut's like 6'2''. Hmmm…

Riku just laughs. Laughs at how stupid Lance looks. He sobers up and glares down at Lance, towering over the little pansy douche bag.

"I don't know who the hell you are… But you best leave Shayla alone." He sounds almost demonic. "I have connections to the Mafia, you know."

Lance kinda snorts, but his eyes show a glint of fear.

"Lance. Leave. Go home. Don't bother me and my… boyfriend." Hopefully he didn't notice the pause.

Man this is weird. Though I kind of like the thought of having a big, hot, buff, protective boyfriend…

Shut up, Shayla.

Riku glares down at Lance again for a little while. "Well?" he says, raising his eyebrows.

Lance glares back, flips him the bird and slinks off into the shadows beyond the light poles.

My eyebrows raise too.

Wow.

What a child.

It's amazing that I once thought he was mature.

I think it was probably because he's eight years older than me.

Yeah. That's it.

"So… Seriously. Who is he?"

"That would be Lance. He's my ex-boyfriend. But I never officially broke up with him… I'm bad with that kind of stuff and I think he gets the gist." I shrug and then notice that Riku's still holding my hand. It's a nice hand. A big hand. I hope he doesn't stop.

Woah.

Hold the phone.

He's practically a stranger.

Oh. Crap.

I'm blushing now.

Riku laughs. And doesn't let go of my hand. It's like he knows.

Man.

He's cute.

"Thank you."