The Winter Formal, Part 3

I started talking to a guy I didn’t recognize who approached me. He seemed nice enough and was certainly good-looking enough. His family was from where I had been abroad the previous summer and so we were speaking in the language, making jokes, and getting to know each other. He was impressed that I knew a thing or two about motorcycles, but I was starting to see something vaguely sketchy about him showing me tons of pictures on his phone and his increasing efforts to pull me away from my friends.

We were all dancing and I felt my phone vibrate in my clutch in my hand, but I ignored it as I felt him move against me. He was all right, but I felt him push my hair aside and then…

It was just this long tongue lapping up and down my neck and collar bone. It’s wasn’t sexy. It wasn’t enticing. It was slobbery and strange. I looked around and my friends were gone. I reached down to open my phone to text them and ask where they were, to find a message from my friend saying, “just warning you, he doesn’t go here and he’s really creepy. I hooked up with him once.”

Ugh. I made an excuse, saying my friend was having a meltdown and ran upstairs to find someone.