So Wrong

“Patrick, so help me God. If you don’t leave me alone I’m going to kick you in the balls so hard you’ll be coughing sperm.”

He laughed and leant against the wall, albeit a bit wobbly. I realized then he was a bit drunk himself.

“How’s Chloe?” he asked, his eyes scanning the room.

“She’s not here,” I muttered, trying to get my phone to turn on even though I knew it was dead, dead, dead.

“I know,” Patrick laughed again, this time with a bitter edge. “She never goes out.”

I sighed and glanced around, desperate for a familiar face. “Look, I’ve got to go. I’d say it was nice running into you but it wasn’t.”

I started walking away but he placed a hand on my elbow. “Hey, hey, wait a second. You’re not fit to drive home, young lady.”

“I’m not driving home,” I snapped, trying to rip his hand from my arm. I hated when he touched me. It set my hair on end.

“So how are you getting home?”

“It’s none of your business!” I hissed, finally succeeding in getting him to release me. I pulled way too much