"Hey, we just met but can you pretend that we're dating so this creep stops hitting on me? Thanks."
♡
You didn't want to be here. The room was packed with sweaty people who were either (a) drunk or (b) high. However, to please your friends who constantly told you that you should loosen up from time to time, you decided to follow them blindly into a club.
In your own opinion, it was probably the worst choice you had made in the entirety of your life. Yet, there you were: sandwiched in between two guys desperately trying to order a drink from the bar. You rolled your eyes at the two of them, taking a sip from your own drink, annoyed with the situation you were currently in.
"Hey."
A voice rang out beside you, breaking you out of the trance-like state you had been in. You didn't respond, deciding not to even acknowledge his presence.
"What's a gorgeous girl like you doing alone?"
Again, you ignored him, keeping your gaze straight ahead of you.
"Oh, I see. You're playing hard to get. I like that." A smirk played across his lips as he slowly snaked an arm around your waist, causing your eyes to widen at the sudden (inappropriate) contact.
"I have a boyfriend, you horny bastard." You murmured under your breath, not wanting to make a big scene. It was a rather big lie, but you really didn't want to deal with this kind of nonsense. Pushing his hand away roughly, you tried to walk away, but he managed to bring back in-- this time pressing himself against you.
"And? He doesn't have to know."
He wasn't phased by your words and you had to act quickly. Glancing around really quick you noticed a few guys who were going to be walking past you.
All you had to do was grab one of them by the arm and pray that they went along with your scheme.
Without looking, you grabbed onto one of the figures, pulling them in close and also pushing the strange man away from you.
"Honey," you said sweetly, glancing up at the guy who looked wildly confused, "this man won't leave me alone, and he's making me very uncomfortable."
There was a small awkward pause as the man— who now had his arm around your shoulder and was holding you protectively— tried to think of a way to respond. But, before he could form actual words, the creep spoke up.
"You guys aren't together." He stated simply, laughing. "Why don't you just let go of her and let us continue what we were doing before you rudely interrupted." He took a swig of his drink and raised an eyebrow towards the two of you.
"We are dating." You said defensively, scared in the slightest that the guy was going to leave you alone.
"No, you aren't." He snorted in retaliation.
Still, the tall man who still had his arm set around you hadn't said anything.
You huffed and looked back towards the taller man.
In one swift movement, you grasped his face gently, pulling him closer until your lips touched. Drastic times calls for drastic measures. The kiss felt short, but that proved to be wrong, as when you finally pulled away, the guy who had been sizing you up earlier was gone.
"Huh, well that worked." You mumbled, looking back up towards your 'knight in shining armor.'
"Thanks..." You smiled, letting your arms fall to your side. He, however, kept his hands around your waist, stunned at the situation.
"As much as I'd love to continue that, I have a set to play. Also, you're a really good kisser." He stated quickly, already starting to peel away from you. You nodded, your smile widening by the second.
"Oh!" He turned around after he had hurriedly began walking the other way, "I'm Dallon, by the way."
"Y/N!" You attempted to yell over the music, still leaning against the bar.
Though you didn't really have 'the time of your life,' you did make a new friend and, just a week or so later, a boyfriend.
