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Ryan
That crazy bitch abandons me on the dancefloor. She turns her back on me and leaves, offended by something I’ve said. But I don’t get it.
What have I done wrong? I gave her what she wanted – or rather, I offered her exactly what she was looking for, because I knew what it was. What else could anyone want with someone like me?
What the fuck did she mean, ‘I wasn’t here’? I was holding her. I thought my intentions were clear to the whole room. What else did she expect?
She’s impossible, bad-tempered, out of her mind. She thinks she knows everything about everyone.
Fuck her.
She can’t just turn her back and leave me on the dancefloor looking like a dick without accepting the consequences.
I follow behind her, shoving through crowds of people. I get to the toilet door and lean my back against the wall next to it, waiting for her to come out. But patience isn’t my strong point, and neither are good manners, so I open the door and stride into the women’s toilets.
Two girls touching up their makeup in the mirror look at me in surprise, as I ask them not very nicely to kindly piss off.
I glance under the cubicle doors and, when I find her feet, I knock loudly.
“Occupied!” she shouts from the other side.
“It’s me.”
“What the hell…?”
“Come out.”
“Are you kidding?”
“Come out or I’m coming in.”
She opens the door, furious.
“What do you think you’re doing? This is the women’s toilet!”
“You’re the one who shouldn’t have even fucking thought about walking away from me like that.”
“Oh my God! Are you insane?”
“I’m not someone who likes to be messed around.”
“Are you serious, Ryan?”
“Never been more serious in my life.” I step closer to her, threateningly, as she backs against the door. It’s only once I feel her sigh onto my face that I realise her eyes are red and her makeup is smudged.
I take a few steps back, letting her take the breath she was holding in. I know, because I was holding mine too.
She heads towards the sink and leans her hands against the counter. I go over to her and stop behind her – and when she lifts her gaze, what I see in the mirror kicks my pride.
“I went too far,” I say.
“No, you think?” she says, her voice dripping in sarcasm.
“I lost control,” I say, coming closer to her and placing my hands on the counter next to hers. The electricity when our fingers touch clouds my senses in an instant.
“You make me lose control,” I whisper into her ear, watching her skin shiver.
