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"And then, he totally did a back flip into the pool, followed by a front flip into the lake…" The guy next to me continued his ridiculous story. One that was supposed to impress me, I presumed. I let his incessant flow of words blend into the background as I spotted Jennifer leaning against a doorway talking to Chip. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes flickered across his face. It was puckered in interest, hearing the next great quip escaping Jennifer's lips, I was sure. He'd been lucky, so damn lucky to survive the ordeal with her. I was surprised he was able to remain so calm with her so close, after all she had tried to rip his throat out. But I guess having a demon killing badass as his girlfriend—that would be me, I just want to make sure we all get some credit here—did allow him some reassurance when hanging out with her best friend at a party.
"Hey, are you even listening to me babe?" A slur of words. I felt a slight weight settle itself across my shoulders. Oh no he didn't just take liberties with me. Without even deigning to respond I slipped out from under the idiot's grip and twisted his arm behind his back in the most painful, but discreet, way I could. I had thought about slamming him into the ground but then decided at the last minute that might have been going a little overboard. So I went with the lesser of the two evils. "Ow, ow, ow! That really hurts ba—" I cut him off by squeezing a little tighter, giving him a smirk.
"Look, you call me babe, again and I'll pretty much ram your head into that beer keg over there, got it?" I asked calmly, gesturing to the fools who were busy doing keg stands while hopping around to some beat coming out of the speakers. He nodded. "Don't put your hand on me again, don't touch me again, honestly, don't talk to me again. You sound like a complete fucking retard. How the hell do you do a back flip into a pool and then front flip into a lake?" Honestly that had been bothering me. No way this guy was even graduating high school. He opened his mouth to protest at my lack of enthusiasm for his story, but stopped himself when he felt my grip tighten. "No, forget it, I really couldn't give a flying fuck."
"Needy?" My grip slackened at the sound of Jennifer's voice. She had made her way over to us during my lecture. Her eyes looked concerned at what she saw, more for me than for the boy I held within my grasp. "Are you okay?"
I felt the guy shiver under my fingers, felt the hair rise off his arms as though he'd met the devil. And then I realized why he was acting the way he was.
"I understand now, I understand." His voice squeaked out, his head turning towards me so that his eyes could bore into mine. His eyes said it all: the fear, the animal need to bolt, the terror of being hurt. Killed. He wasn't scared of me. He was scared of Jennifer.
I resisted the urge to sigh and loosened my grip completely.
"I'm glad you understand. Now go somewhere else you twat." I muttered, flexing my fingers in a threatening manner. He scurried into the other room without a backward glance, his face still maniacally set in a fearful mask.
"Twat? Well, you can look after yourself." Jennifer smirked. Her attempt to cover up the obvious discomfort she'd felt from that guy's reaction didn't work on me. I didn't say anything though, knowing full well she wouldn't want to risk having such a personal conversation in a public place.
"He deserved that title and more." I said. Chip walked over and wrapped an arm around my waist.
"Who deserved what?" He asked innocently. I smiled and pecked him on the cheek.
"Nothing sweetie." I replied. Jennifer gave me a knowing grin as Chip leaned in to kiss my lips. I raised my middle finger at her.
"When you two are done macking on each other let me know, this party's lame enough as it is." She said in a bored tone. Chip pulled away from me and shot her an amused smile.
"I'm sorry Jennifer, I thought this was your scene. Football guys galore." He gestured to the huddle of the aforementioned clique. All of them were decked out in the usual letterman's jacket, looking hulky and beyond stupid as they took turns downing beers. I felt like I was watching an unofficial football game.
"Set, hike!" One of them yelled. Two of them each grabbed a can of beer and proceeded to chug it down in the most unceremonious way possible. When the first one slammed his empty can onto the polished wooden countertop where they resided, the entire team erupted in drunken Touchdowns!
"How, fucking, pathetic." Jennifer commented, her face wearing a disgusted expression as she observed them.
"Can't say I didn't warn you, head cheerleader." Chip chuckled, disentangling himself from my frame. "I'm gonna go grab a drink from the actual bar, you want anything?" He peered at me from under his lashes.
"No I'm okay, thanks." I responded vaguely. He shrugged and went off through the open archway towards the kitchen.
"No, thanks, I'm okay Chip, I don't want anything." Jennifer said sarcastically.
"Are you hurt he didn't offer you anything?" I reached out to take her hand in mine.
"No, not really." She said, moving closer towards me and sliding her hand out from under mine. She sounded honest.
"Hmm." Was all I said. I was trying to figure out why her removing her hand from mine bothered me. I was saved from thinking any further when I felt her take mine again. It was shaking. Without looking at her I spoke. "You're doing great you know." I whispered, not taking my eyes off of the obnoxious group of football boys.
"Only because you're here." The way she said it, like a small child to a reverent figure, gave me chills. Her hand tightened in mine as a cluster of cheerleaders danced by us.
"No, because we're here." I told her.
Author's note: I'm not really sure how long I'll be making the chapters, I just know that this one is pretty short; I just really wanted to get something out to you guys since I basically abandoned this story for two years? Or something like that. Anyways, it was as I was reading a fantastic fan fiction story this weekend that I realized how much I wanted to give that joy to someone else through my writing. That's what made me start up on this one again. So hopefully you guys enjoyed this. Please leave me with constructive criticism, things that I can improve on or tweak. I really do appreciate you for reading my literature