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carousel. He disappeared behind the swirling
horses.
“Hey, princess,” a voice behind me said. I turned around.
The guy with the goatee sat in Silas’s seat. His oversized red shirt billowed
around his lean frame. His lips curled like he was constantly kissing the air.
“Your boys left you?”
His pungent cologne that mixed with menthol cigarette smoke
drifted from across the table and my nose wrinkled. “They’ll be right back,” I
said.
He nodded in a sharp. The way he did it made his chin
angular and thin. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
I just looked at him, not sure what to say. His friends
were still across the hallway, watching the two of us. Why did he care? Why did
I get the feeling I shouldn’t talk to him? I mean I knew he bumped into me but
should I judge a person for being careless?
“I said what’s your name?” he asked again.
“I’m Sang.”
“Sang? That’s just fucking weird. Do you sing?”
I shook my head, blushing. My heart was pounding but not in
the same way it had been with Silas and the others. This was different. The bad
feeling inside of me had my mind whirling echoed the negativity my mother
whispered to me about what happened to girls when they went out.
“I’m Greg.” He patted a hand on his chest, and tilted his
chin toward me. “We should go out. What’s your number?”
“I’m sorry. I should go.” I stood up, pushing my chair in.
My hand flew up to my chest, rubbing over my thudding heart. Silas was still
missing. Where did they go?
Greg stood and followed me. For a refuge, I sought out the
restrooms. If the guys weren’t around, I was going to dart into the girl’s
bathroom where he couldn’t follow.
I broke away from him and walked around tables, heading
toward the opening to the hallway where there were signs for restrooms. As I
got to the hallway, Greg continued on my heels. “Hey, I was asking you out. Why
are you walking off like that?”
“I’m already out,” I said, my hands turning into fists
reflexively, feeling cornered.
“Who did that to your hand?” he said, pointing at my bandages.
He leapt forward and closed the distance between us. “Those guys hurt you?” His
voice was grating, varying in pitch and then there was the sharp way he ended
his questions. Compared to Kota’s power, Victor’s smooth baritone and Silas’s
deep voices, Greg’s made me shiver cold.
I stepped away from him, forcing some distance between us.
I met with a wall, smacking up against it. I gasped, trying to slip to the side
to get out of his way. My heart was racing, feeling trapped.
Greg drew closer, putting his forearm over my head against
the wall above me and looking down at me. He wasn’t that much taller than me,
maybe only a couple of inches. “You shouldn’t let those guys do things like
that to you. Unless you like pain? Is that your kink?”
My mouth dropped open. “Seriously, I’m not interested. I’m
sorry.”
His mouth went up a fraction at the corner, smirking. “Is
it because you’re dating one of those guys? Which one?”
I shook my head, not sure how to answer.
“It’s the tall one, isn’t it? I could tell. You fuck him
yet?”
My mouth was dry and I choked out a no to respond. Why did
I think I could get back here and escape him? Where was Kota?
He laughed and leaned in to me. “Come on. How about this.
Kiss me, and I’ll leave you alone. I bet you’ll leave that guy and walk out of
here with me.” His mouth was close to mine and nearly gagged as I could taste
the menthol on his breath. My heart raced and I had my head backed up. I wanted
to push him away but I didn’t want to touch him, either.
“Why are you moving away?” he demanded. His fingers wrapped
around my chin, holding my face still. His fingers dug into my cheeks and I
gasped because it hurt. His eyes fixed on my mouth and he lowered his head.
A hand landed on Greg’s shoulder, yanking him back. Greg
flew into the air. He toppled, falling. His body
horses.
“Hey, princess,” a voice behind me said. I turned around.
The guy with the goatee sat in Silas’s seat. His oversized red shirt billowed
around his lean frame. His lips curled like he was constantly kissing the air.
“Your boys left you?”
His pungent cologne that mixed with menthol cigarette smoke
drifted from across the table and my nose wrinkled. “They’ll be right back,” I
said.
He nodded in a sharp. The way he did it made his chin
angular and thin. “What’s your name, sweetie?”
I just looked at him, not sure what to say. His friends
were still across the hallway, watching the two of us. Why did he care? Why did
I get the feeling I shouldn’t talk to him? I mean I knew he bumped into me but
should I judge a person for being careless?
“I said what’s your name?” he asked again.
“I’m Sang.”
“Sang? That’s just fucking weird. Do you sing?”
I shook my head, blushing. My heart was pounding but not in
the same way it had been with Silas and the others. This was different. The bad
feeling inside of me had my mind whirling echoed the negativity my mother
whispered to me about what happened to girls when they went out.
“I’m Greg.” He patted a hand on his chest, and tilted his
chin toward me. “We should go out. What’s your number?”
“I’m sorry. I should go.” I stood up, pushing my chair in.
My hand flew up to my chest, rubbing over my thudding heart. Silas was still
missing. Where did they go?
Greg stood and followed me. For a refuge, I sought out the
restrooms. If the guys weren’t around, I was going to dart into the girl’s
bathroom where he couldn’t follow.
I broke away from him and walked around tables, heading
toward the opening to the hallway where there were signs for restrooms. As I
got to the hallway, Greg continued on my heels. “Hey, I was asking you out. Why
are you walking off like that?”
“I’m already out,” I said, my hands turning into fists
reflexively, feeling cornered.
“Who did that to your hand?” he said, pointing at my bandages.
He leapt forward and closed the distance between us. “Those guys hurt you?” His
voice was grating, varying in pitch and then there was the sharp way he ended
his questions. Compared to Kota’s power, Victor’s smooth baritone and Silas’s
deep voices, Greg’s made me shiver cold.
I stepped away from him, forcing some distance between us.
I met with a wall, smacking up against it. I gasped, trying to slip to the side
to get out of his way. My heart was racing, feeling trapped.
Greg drew closer, putting his forearm over my head against
the wall above me and looking down at me. He wasn’t that much taller than me,
maybe only a couple of inches. “You shouldn’t let those guys do things like
that to you. Unless you like pain? Is that your kink?”
My mouth dropped open. “Seriously, I’m not interested. I’m
sorry.”
His mouth went up a fraction at the corner, smirking. “Is
it because you’re dating one of those guys? Which one?”
I shook my head, not sure how to answer.
“It’s the tall one, isn’t it? I could tell. You fuck him
yet?”
My mouth was dry and I choked out a no to respond. Why did
I think I could get back here and escape him? Where was Kota?
He laughed and leaned in to me. “Come on. How about this.
Kiss me, and I’ll leave you alone. I bet you’ll leave that guy and walk out of
here with me.” His mouth was close to mine and nearly gagged as I could taste
the menthol on his breath. My heart raced and I had my head backed up. I wanted
to push him away but I didn’t want to touch him, either.
“Why are you moving away?” he demanded. His fingers wrapped
around my chin, holding my face still. His fingers dug into my cheeks and I
gasped because it hurt. His eyes fixed on my mouth and he lowered his head.
A hand landed on Greg’s shoulder, yanking him back. Greg
flew into the air. He toppled, falling. His body
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