The Upside of Being Let Down (new adult romance - 1) Read Free Page A

handed me
mine.
    “ We ’ re going have to fun tonight, ” he said. “ Trust me. ”
    “ Fun, ” I said.
    Mr. Confident took a drink from his
and when he took the glass away from his mouth and started to say something to
me, I saw my opportunity. When it knocks, you answer. And when you ’ re kicked out of college,
confused, annoyed, thinking about the sexy guy with blue eyes named Bryan that
walked away a few minutes ago, plus wondering what your bitch roommate, Angela,
was going to say, you kind of just let thoughts become moments, no matter how
dumb they are.
    I threw the drink in Mr. Confident ’ s face and it was worth every
penny he paid for it. It splashed in his eyes and mouth. It dripped off him. He
just froze and stared at me. He wanted to attack me.
    It wasn ’ t the first time I ’ d
thrown a drink in someone ’ s
face and I was certain it wouldn ’ t
be the last. If you ’ re
going to bother me and just assume I ’ m
someone I ’ m not you deserve
to be doused in a ten dollar drink you paid for.
    The best part of the situation was
that Mr. Confident grabbed his drink and had it ready to go. He was going to
retaliate against me.
    “ You ’ re going to throw a drink at a
girl? ” I asked.
    By now several people looked at us,
wondering what was up. I smiled at him, daring him to do it. His hand shook for
a few seconds and then he put the drink down. Only, the dumbass put it on the
edge of the bar. He was staring at me so intently, trying to scare me or
something, he didn ’ t gauge
the bar. The drink fell and shattered.
    Two drinks, wasted.
    Now I had to laugh.
    “ You ’ re a fucking bitch, ” Mr. Confident said.
    “ You ’ re the only wet thing you ’ re going home with tonight, ” I said and stood up.
    That was enough action for me.
    Time to call it and leave.
    I ’ d
catch up with Wicked tomorrow.
    That was my plan until I felt like
my head was on fire. I let out a cry and quickly realized someone was pulling
my hair. I spun around and had my arms ready for anything that waited. What
waited was a drunk chick looking for a fight. I twisted out of her hold on my
hair and pushed her.
    “ You
bitch, ” she cried out. “ That ’ s my boyfriend! ”
    “ Your
boyfriend? The guy who called me babe ? The guy who bought me a drink? ”
    “ He...
fuck you, he didn ’ t. ”
    The crazy chick came at me again. I
had my hands out to stop her and I did, but she wasn ’ t happy with that. She thrashed at me, trying to
claw me. Of course everyone at the bar loved this. This was their ultimate
fantasy, right? Two chicks going at each other... and what would happen next?
Oh, yeah. We ’ d start
touching and kissing, stripping each other...
    Pervs.
    I pushed the crazy chick away again
but she was right back at it. This time she got me, slapping me in the face. I
spun and she tried to jump me. I landed against the bar and pushed, looking at
the stage, wondering if I ’ d
get any help from Wicked or her co-workers.
    Not a chance.
    I swung my body to the right,
sending the crazy chick into the bar. She cried out and let go.
    “ I ’ m going to fucking kill you! ” she screamed.
    Yeah, I was possibly in a big mess.
This chick wasn ’ t going to
stop and I really didn ’ t
feel like ending up on the floor, pulling hair, scratching eyes, and all that
stuff.
    “ Listen
to me, ” I said, thinking I
had a shot at potentially rationalizing with a drunk chick.
    She started to come again but a set
of hands appeared on her waist and she was in the air, legs and arms moving.
When I saw Bryan ’ s face a
second later, he nodded at me.
    “ Get
out of here, ” he said. “ While you can. ”
    “ Okay, ” I said.
    I turned and Mr. Confident had a
fist made. “ Don ’ t touch my girlfriend. ”
    Oh, no, things were getting worse
now. I looked over my shoulder, wishing I could help Bryan.
    “ Go! ” he yelled.
    “ How
can I... ”
    But I had nothing.
    I had to get out of there and fast.
    I hurried