"Excuse me. Can I help you sir?" someone said from behind gently taking hold of my raised right hand and lowering it to my side not releasing it.
The man that had grabbed my hand had kind of a smile on his face. Almost as if he were mocking us. He still hadn't let my hand go and Corey was still holding tightly to my arm. To a bystander it looked like I was being faught over. Who was this guy? Why did he care if I just slapped Corey and left anyway?
Corey was mad now, "No I'm just fine. Now will you kindly release my girlfriend's hand and let us be on our way. Right babygirl?" I spit in his face, "You little-"
"Watch your mouth around a young lady." the man cut Corey off, "Seems she dosn't quite agree with you."
"I more than disagree with him!" I tried yanking my arm out of his grasp but hurt myself instead. Cringing at the sudden pain in my arm I let it go limp and increased me grip on the man's hand. He still hadn't let go.
"Well then, I say you let the girl go." he said with a small smile at me and squeezing my hand back a little.
"Go to hell!"
"After you."
"You got quite the mouth on you buddy," Corey snapped, "I'm almost tempted to fix it for you. Who the hell are you anyway?"
The guy looked at me and smiled, "Names Shawn. Shawn Break. Nice to meet you miss....." he tailed off still smileing.
"For the love of-" I cut Corey off.
"Analiss. Analiss Selien. Nice to meet you Shawn." I half smiled back raising and shaking our hands, "You can call me Ana."
"Well then Ana, what would you like me to do?" his smile widened, "Leave you in the hands of this idiot so that you can take care of him yourself.... Or I could take matters into my own hands and help you out a little."
Corey didn't wait for me to answer. He threw a hard right punch at Shawn with his free hand. Quickly, not releasing my hand, Shawn ducked and threw a punch of his own right back at Corey, nailing him right in the jaw!
My arm slipped from Corey's grip and i scrambled to stand behind Shawn, taking my hand from his and holding my arm where there was now a red mark. There would probably be a bruise there later.
Corey recovered holding his jaw and throwing another punch, this time landing it in Shawn's left arm, throwing him off balance and giving him the chance to tackle him. Stepping back I saw the whole scence unfold in front of me. Everyone had stopped dancing and the band that was playing had stopped also; it just happened ti be open mice night.
Bouncers ran in to the room and seperaed them. Shawn backed down happily, whereas they had to restrain Corey and throw him out. Shawn turned to look at me again and smiled. He had a bloody lip, and without realizing it, my hand came up brushing lightly across his face from habit. I blushed and imedietly took my hand away.
"Um... thank you for that. You didn't have to."
"But I wanted to. You looked like you needed help back there. And besides, he's the one who asked for it. I think I did a good number to his pretty boy face." Shawn grinned at the thought of hitting Corey.
"I think I could have managed."
"Well with that little outburst of yours, I'm sure you could have. The spit in the face was a nice touch by the way." He said laughing lightly.
"Heh," I laughed along with him, "He desverved it. Bastered cheated on me and had the nerve to say he didn't even touch her when I walked right into the front room on them."
"I see." His face turned serious, "Do you live around here? I could drive you home."
"No, I was living with the ass hole. Just moved here about two months ago. I came as soon as I finished school and had the money."
"Damn."
"Yeah, but I'll be fine."
"Where you stayin'?"
"......" I was quiet for a moment. I honestly had not the slightest clue, "Um... my truck?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Um... no?"
"Okay. You are stay with me for atlest tonight."
"Okay and why would I do that?"
"Because I said so."
"And I say you're on drugs."
"Wait..... what? No!"
"It's a joke smart one." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah. I got that." He grumbled a bit.