Slut

Kissing Brandon was a real eye opener. Or was that an eye closer? I can’t handle kissing someone with my eyes open. YUCK!  I can’t concentrate on the butterflies in my stomach when I’m up close and personal with someone’s pores.

Anyways as I was saying, this kiss was WOW!  While I may not be the most experienced kisser in the world, I had done my share throughout high school. However the past two years, the only person I kissed was Peter. This was on a whole new scale.  From the moment when I first leaned in, before I even touched my lips to his, I could feel this current sizzling between us. I was almost shocked when our lips did touch that there wasn’t a shock from the electricity. At first I noticed the firmness of his lips and the slight taste of the whiskey he had been drinking. It didn’t take long until I was lightheaded and forgetting everything around us. Even though we were in a loud bar, all voices seemed to disappear. All I could hear was the pounding in my ears from my racing heart. Suddenly Brandon pushed his hands into my hair and moaned.

And that’s when I remembered that I was in the middle of a bar. With a man I had only met moments before. Where everyone including my best friends were watching me essentially fuck a man with my mouth. And right in front of my recently ex boyfriend.

What I didn’t expect when I looked up was to see the shock in Peter’s eyes. He recovered quickly though, and his mouth twisted into a snarl. As he rushed to get by me, he crashed into my shoulder causing me to stumble. Glancing back at me he uttered “Slut!”

Immediately Brandon shot out of his chair, grabbed Peter by the arm and spun him around. Grabbing his shirt with both hands he pushed him against the bar and fumed, “What did you just say, asshole?”

Brandon easily had 4-5 inches on Peter, and his body was all muscle. While Peter wasn’t too out of shape, it wasn’t hard to see he spent more time on video games and drinking than on working out. However, while everyone else in the bar knew Peter didn’t stand a chance, he obviously didn’t get that memo.

Peter shoved Brandon out of the way and got in my face.  “I said,” Peter started in a very prickish (hahah It’s a word in my mind ok?!) tone, “SLUT! Because that’s what she is. We have barely been broken up a few days and she’s already out skanking around town.” Ummm wtf was his issue! We were broken up weeks, not days, and HE broke up with ME.

As I went to slap him across the face, I never got the chance. Brandon was able to yank on Peters shoulder with one hand, and with the other let out a punch that landed square on his nose. Peter went down to his knees with a yelp. From Brandon’s stance I could tell he wasn’t finished with him yet. There was look of pure rage on his face. Any other time this would scare me as I hate watching people get hurt, even when deserved. However having someone stand up for me, when I felt abandoned was what I needed at that moment. Even though I knew Tara and Chelsea would never leave me, this was different. I felt protected.

Anyways, just as Brandon lunged again some bouncers arrived and pulled him back. They quickly were escorting both the guys outside when it dawned on them that if this moved outside, things were not going to be pretty, especially on Peter’s behalf. I guess they took pity on him as they took him to the bar and handed him a rag and some ice. 

I guess some people don’t learn though. As soon as the stars spinning around his head cleared enough, he spotted me and started sprouting off again. Calling me down to the lowest and going on about how much I hurt him. Again, seriously WTF? While I certainly wasn’t feeling anything but contempt for him, his attitude was a complete switch from his normal personality. Luckily for me, at that moment Tara and Chelsea came running up to me with my clutch and phone, signalling it was time to leave. Considering I had just put on not one, but two shows for the bar, I decided now would be a good time to make an exit. Tara grabbed on of my arms and Chelsea swung around to take the other. As she did she quite forcefully hit Peter’s arm causing him to jostle the make shift ice pack he was holding against his bleeding nose. He screamed like a child, and let out another string of curses. Chelsea grinned at me. Man I love that girl!

Making our way outside, we ran into Brandon. Apparently he’s quite a regular at this bar so there wasn’t going to be any repercussions for punching Peter. 

“Well,” he started. “I think we are now past the point of a casual encounter. How would you like to come back to my place so I can get some ice on this hand? I’d suggest another bar but I really don’t think I’m ready to fight for your honour again so soon.”

I just looked at Brandon. I would never go back to someone’s home that I just met. Especially someone who looked so brooding and dangerous. Especially not someone who looked so brooding and dangerous because they just messed up my ex boyfriends face. Especially someone who was hotter than hell, and I knew that nothing but trouble followed him around. 

As I tried to come up with any reason that this was a horrible decision, Peter came out of the bar (closely guarded by the bounders I might add) and glared in my direction.

Looking up at him from under my eyelashes I uttered, “Let’s go!” I turned to look at the girls who were standing there with their mouths open in shock. I winked at them, and took Brandon by the arm and walked the opposite direction of my loser ex.