Roommates

Chapter 9

"Just leave it, please." I begged. He stared at me for a few moments and then sighed while nodding.

"Come on, let's go." he said, before resting his hand on my back and guiding me away.

We walked over to a booth at the side of the club. I slid into the seat as Jay sat down opposite.

"Thank you." I spoke, looking at him from across the table.

"For what?" he asked.

"Telling him to stop looking at me." I replied.

He shrugged, "It was nothing." he said with a slight attitude.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm good." he mumbled.

"You're not a very convincing liar."

"Fine, do you want me to be honest with you?" he asked.

"No, lie to me." I sarcastically replied.

He leaned against the back of his seat. "I don't mean to seem heartless, but you're kinda ruining my reputation." he explained.

"How?"

"I shouldn't be seen helping a woman, that's not my image. Guys look at me and want to be like me." he revealed.

I glared at him, "So, by being kind to me, your social status is being damaged?"

"Exactly." he stated. I squinted my eyes and waited for him to at least try to justify himself. "What?" he asked.

I shook my head, "Fuck you." I bitterly spat.

I scooted towards the end of the seat and stood up.

"Where you going?" he questioned.

I just rolled my eyes and walked off. It's times like this I really hate Jay. What kind of monster cares about their image more than an actual person?

I heard him shouting after me, but I ignored him and carried on walking until I reached the bar. Once I had arrived there, I took a seat on one of the stools.

Waiting for the bartender to finish serving someone else, I heard a person approach me. I looked to my left side and saw a man standing there, staring at me.

"I take it you're Beyoncé?" he began.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"I saw that guy shouting after you." he said, pointing in Jay's direction.

I sighed, "Yeah, I'm Beyoncé." I replied.

"Well, Beyoncé, I'm Darren. How about I take you somewhere quieter? You know, where he can't bother you." he suggested. He then ever so slightly rested his hand on my thigh.

"No, I'm good here." I stated, "I'd honestly rather be on my own."

"Why be on your own when I could give you enjoyable company?"

Darren's hand then slid closer towards my area. I quickly looked back, towards where I was previously sitting, and saw an empty booth. Fear overcame me as it came apparent that Jay wouldn't be able to help me.

"Don't touch me." I ordered, before smacking his hand away.

"Stop pretending you don't enjoy it." he said, placing his hand back on my thigh, but this time with a stronger grip.

"I don't enjoy it, leave me alone." I commanded.

Instead of abiding, he removed my hair away from my neck and put his face near my skin.