"Yeah, sorry, I don't really have the time right now," you say as a lame excuse not to talk to this stranger. You jump up and hurriedly trot off to the bathroom.\n\nBut just as you enter, you bump into a rather masculine chest.\n\nA nice, firm, chest.\n\nDo you [[mumble an apology|Soz]] or [[look up|Wowww]] and maybe humiliate yourself?

"Thanks!" you say before scuttering out of sight of the mystery guy.\n\nYou find yourself two minutes later out of breath and on the sidewalk in inner-city Brisbane. You take a moment to gather your thoughts before you realise you forgot something...\n\n"MY PURSE," you exclaim, bringing the attention of several people walking nearby. Most of them give you amused glances. Others just seem to not give a shit.\n\nYou race back to the pub in a fit of anxiety, trying not to run when there are people near you so you seem half normal in your vodka-soaked state.\n\nBut your heel catches in a crack in the pathway and you go sprawling across the street.\n\nStraight into the path of an oncoming car.\n\n[[Continue| Dayum]]

Coward.\n\nHe's a person of the opposite sex whom you dated once.\n\nWoop-de-doo, good on you.\n\nYou walk over to the nearest bench seat while maintaining eye contact with the concrete beneath your feet.\n\nYou're amazed at your own incredible bravery.\n\nBut you still sit down.\n\nYou fiddle nervously with your clothes while trying not to get caught looking. You didn't even want to be here. You weren't invited, Grace was. You just tagged along because ever since he dumped your sorry ass, you've been moping around your apartment. You lost your job because of it.\n\nWhat a mess.\n\nYou're a mess.\n\nSuddenly someone slams themselves down on the seat next to you, causing you to jump a little. They smell of alcohol and sweat. Delicious.\n\n"Hey there! I'm Kat, you must be...?" they trail off.\n\nDo you [[answer|Hi]] or do you [[excuse yourself|Bathroom]]?

"Wow, really? That would be so amazing. But, I should at least pay for your drink..." You start taking the notes out of your purse before a hand stops you.\n\n"No, no... to be honest it wasn't even my drink." He winks at you. Another feel-gasm.\n\nYou grin at him widely and laugh. At least he has a sense of humour. And an amazing physique. And a gorgeous face. And a personality to die for.\n\nYeah.\n\nHe grabs your now-empty hand and tugs it slightly, surprising you. He has a strong grip. You expected that, of course, but you didn't expect to be holding hands like 13 year olds just yet.\n\nYou let him pull you out of the bar and onto the bright streets of inner city brisbane. You are wary but the fact that this beautiful person is pulling you, YOU, a tired, depressed mess, out of a bar in the middle of the night, dulls your senses a little.\n\nHe takes you to the nearest taxi stand (a mere 10 metres away) and jumps into the nicest car he can see.\n\nHe tells the driver his address and soon you are both passing all the other types of bars and clubs and parties and drinkers.\n\nAfter about half an hour you arrive out front of a nice set of apartments. Mystery guy opens the door and, always a gentleman, goes around to your side to open your door. A good thing, too, because your door is childlocked.\n\nHe opens the door and holds his hand out again. You grasp it and he pulls you out of the car. You almost stumble again and your face is within inches of his chest.\n\nYou take a deep breath and thank him. He dips into a bow and you smile. He hands you his keys and says, "Just take these up to the door, it should be unlocked, but if it isn't just use the blue key." He smiles that heart-breaking smile and ushers you up to the door while he takes out his wallet.\n\nYou climb slowly up the stairs, wary of your giant wedges and trying to keep your dress at a courteous level on your thighs. When you finally get to the door, your hot new friend is already right behind you. You're suddenly very nervous.\n\nDo you [[open the door and enter|The Apartment]] the house or quickly make an [[excuse|I left something in the taxi!]] to get out of here before anything can happen?

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YO-"\n\nCrap. Crap, crap, crapcrapcrap.\n\nThat's right, just mouth off at him. This gorgeous stranger. Great job.\n\nHis dark eyes just seem to pierce your soul.\n\nAnd, quite frankly, turn you on.\n\n"Wow."\n\nCrap, did you just say that out loud?\n\nThe amused smirk that appears on his face gives you your answer.\n\n"Shiiiiiit, sorry. I didn't mean to, like, murder your ears or anything..."\n\nThe mystery hottie smiles and suddenly your heart just explodes in a feel-gasm.\n\nUGH.\n\nHe sticks out his hand, and you grab it eagerly. Maybe too eagerly, but it's far too late to take back the knowledge you clearly have a crush now.\n\nDo you [[talk| Chat]] to the mystery man or do you say [[thanks and sorry| WELP]] and wish him well in his life and never ever see him again ever because you throughly embarrassed yourself tonight and need to go on a date with some Ben and Jerry's?

You stand up and wipe yourself down slowly. The drink has completely soaked your pretty new cocktail dress- your pretty new RENTED cocktail dress.\n\n"Shit," you whisper.\n\nThen you look up and your breath is taken away by the beauty of the... guy who threw his drink down your chest.\n\n"Hi..." you say nervously, not sure if he is going to be happy about having to help you come to with his pricey drink.\n\nBut he grins, and a little part of you dies inside.\n\nGod. So. Beautiful. Must. Not. Touch. The. Masterpiece.\n\n"Hey," he says, his voice smooth like caramel but deep like a river. His dark grey eyes take in every part of your face.\n\nThen he takes a good look at your dress.\n\n"I have money on me, I'll get you a new dress if you'd like... It's no trouble..."\n\nDo you [[accept the kind offer|Oh, yes, please!]] or [[politely refuse| No, sorry]] the gorgeous stranger who wants to take you outside to his candy van?

It's been a long time since you saw him last.\n\nYou don't know how to feel anymore, after he broke your heart.\n\nBut he looks good, doesn't he? His eyes look clearer and he got a haircut. He stands upright in a way that reminds you of his former confident self.\n\nAnd suddenly, you want him back. You wish he wasn't an asshole. A cheating, lying, addictive, beautiful asshole. And you wish you could get over him.\n\nDo you [[sit down|Sit]] or do you [[approach|Let's talk, you ass]] him?

You boldly approach him from behind, and... lose your nerve. You try to fade into the background, but you didnt see the bar stool behind you.\n\nYou bump into it heavily, sending it toppling over while the legs trip you up. You slam your head hard on the seat and for a few moments, everything is dark.\n\nYou wake up to a mild waterboarding of vodka.\n\nYou sputter and cough and clear your nose of the foul beverage before sitting up and knocking your forehead against your 'rescuers' chest.\n\nAnd what a fine chest it is.\n\nDo you [[yell angrily|ARGHHH]] or stand up and [[wipe yourself down|New clothes]]?

"Yeah, hi, I'm Stacy," you answer.\n\nKat looks at you and says, without tact, "You're not drunk, why?"\n\nYou sigh a little. "Last time I got drunk, one of my friends died. That's why I'm not drunk."\n\nKat, even in her intoxicated, sweaty state, looks concerned. "You're not gonna like, kill yourself, right?"\n\nYou give her a stern glare. "No, Kat, I'm not going to freaking kill myself."\n\nKat huffs with relief. "Thank god." She looks at your annoyed/amused expression and adds, "Sorry, I'm a therapist and asking questions is kinda my job... I'm sorry. If you want me to leave...?"\n\nDo you accept her [[apology| It's okay, really]] or her [[invitation| Get lost]]?

That Asshole

Kelsey Jones