XXIII-Part B

Is it my illusion or he was really stood in front of me?

I took a step back and about to stumble on thebathroom floor when his arms snaked my waist.

“What are you doing here?” I jeered.

“Why are you here?”

I could see his face spinning. I tried to open my eyes harder.

“You are drunk.” He rested his hand on the door and blocked my way.

“So? Do I need to ask you how much I should drink?” I tried to get away, but he didn’t budge.

“Let me go. Zach is waiting for me. He is taking me out.” I blubbered something as I jerked his hand.

“Where are you going with him?” His tone changed.

“I don’t know,” I answered as I came out of the room. He followed me.

“You are not going anywhere with that jerk,” and the next moment I found myself on his shoulder. He scooped me on his shoulder and brought me to the same room.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,”

“Let go of me,” I screamed. As I hit his solid back.

He felt nothing.

~Xander~

How can I allow her to go out when she is drunk?

Not possible. I have b