Choosing You
Down the steps into the pit of a dance floor until I force my way through all the moving bodies.
I reach the middle just as Piper spins around then throws herself in the asshole’s arms. I move behind her, tapping her shoulder.
“Piper.”
“Get lost, dude,” the asshole says.
“Not happening,” I tell him. Then I look at Piper. “Let’s go.”
I know it sounds commanding. I’m kind of wound tight.
“I’m not ready to leave,” she says.
“See she’s not ready to go,” the asshole tells me, with a smug smile on his face.