by Jordan Nichols

Created on: November 25, 2008   Last Updated: May 30, 2010

Chapter 17. Dinner

I wasn't very enthusiastic this morning when Masen asked me if I was excited about tonight. And I think he could tell, but I still got ready and tried to look my best. It's still mine and Masen's date after all.

After my shower, I searched my closet for something to wear.

I settled on a basic black number. It's the best choice since it's the only dress of mine that fits right now, and I doubt Masen owns any dresses. I fixed my hair and my "unneeded gunk" as Masen says when he refers to my makeup. Then I was ready to go on the date of despair.

We left the house at seven-thirty and we're at the booth at Reno's at seven-fifty five. It wasn't long before tomato head and pervert joined us.

They both seemed to be in a good mood and we all got into a conversation over taking a trip to Hawaii, while we waited for our food. Once our dinner was served, the conversation died down and the evening seemed to be going well. That is until I needed to be excused to go to the bathroom.

I got up from the table and began to walk to the girl's room. I heard Alex excuse himself from behind me, but thought nothing of it. I simply continued in my way to the lavatory. There were no problems while I was inside, and when I was washing my hands, the only thing I cared about was getting back to Masen. But when I opened the door my motives no longer mattered.

I opened the door only to see Alex starring at me in yet another inappropriate manner on the other side of my only exit. His arm was blocking the door and he moved closer with every second. Until every inch of his chest and down, was against my body. I tried to move, but when I did he put his hand on his extremely lower back, and held me where I was.

I struggled against him, uncomfortable and careful. If his perverted stupidity causes me to lose my baby, then I'll kill him with my own bare hands.

"Hey, baby, now why you got to be like that?"

"Leave me alone."

"It's kind of hard to do when you have a face, and an ass like that." That's when his hand moved lower and his fingers moved in ways that made me slap him across the face in the response. He flinched, grabbed my wrist with his free hand, and then continued.

He bit his bottom lip in pleasure and adjusted himself to my height, forcing me to be pushed against something I had no desire to feel. The he raised his eyebrows and moved closer toward me.

"I like them feisty." He whispered

"I went from whimpering to crying hard. Then he kept his position but moved my wrist

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