Thread: Walking Home (Decadence and Candira)

Keith cracked a blood-laced grin as the bouncer dragged him from Jeff and his fucked-up face. How do you like that, Keith said. I go home with a busted lip, and you're thinking about calling a plastic surgeon. FUCK YOU! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE, YOU COCKSUCKER! THE NEXT TIME WE MEET I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT WALKING OUT OF THAT SHIT BREATHING! Keith winked at him, sticking out his tongue. All right, kids, the burly bouncer holding Keith said. Here's the deal. I'm not pressing any charges, so I'm letting this one go first. You better run, because if I hear about this shit between you two happening again around this club, your ass is mine, understood? Keith continued to glare at Jeff's dilapidated fratboy face. He licked his lips, tasting the hot rust oozing over the tip of his tongue. The bouncer walked him a few feet away from a corner and released him in an alley, away from Jeff's sight. Now that was a lucky stroke. Speaking of luck, he hadn't expected to see Sophie getting violent with that bottle when Jeff was all over him. All he could recall was seeing her cold face looming over his assailant, followed by another broken bottle on his head. That was some good shit. He didn't want to admit it himself, but he thought old, goody-goody Sophie looked stunningly hot in that dress, and it seared a place in his thoughts as he ran to his stolen car. She had developed some curves over the summer, and that just sent his head spinning at the thought of it. It never occurred to him that he'd ever see her that way, but she's changed a lot. It reminded him of Michelle from Art class back in High School. She was a little shrimp, and over the summer, she sprouted like a foot and a half, and then all of a sudden, it was hard to see her all tall and leggy like that, when back in your subconscious mind, she was still that little girl you remembered growing up. Same deal with Sophie. It kind of got his heart racing suddenly thinking of her that way. He started the car, revving the engine to his hulking, black stolen Lincoln Navigator. He frowned a bit as he pulled out onto the street. It still kind of disturbed him that he'd begin to see Sophie that way. She was always a cold-hearted bitch to him, and he always kind of laughed at her from a distance as he saw her buried in her studies in the library. He would assume she'd die a virgin or something. And then suddenly, the tables were being turned, and now, he almost felt as though she were laughing at him this very moment. Oh did that shit make him rage. Out of all of the girls Keith has been straight with, Sophie was the only one who ever turned him down. It made no sense. She was some straight-A's bookworm, and those types were always easy. Okay okay, to be fair though, that was a long time ago--like back in Elementary School to be exact. She was like the first girl he ever knew, walking home together from school everyday. She was cute back then, and when he tried to bring up the idea of them being a Valentine's couple, she just flat out rejected him. It crushed him, and he never tried it again with her since then, instead, burying it all in a layer of hateful contempt as he grew up away from her, not giving a fuck. Now, he must literally shake girls off with a stick to keep himself sane. Child support was a motherfucker, and the possibility of it just made him shiver. As he drove in the streets, he thought about class, and how he was literally one misstep away from being kicked out. And it was just a community college too. He growled to himself, feeling conflicted as excitement dueled with dread. He had Sophie in at least two of his classes.