Love bites ( ashley purdy love story )

About a week had passed and Ashley was taking me out tonight. We were going to a local club. I was actually looking forward to going tonight. Maybe what makes the difference is having a guy to go with so that you can actually enjoy it.
“Brittany , come in here!” Kimberly yelled.
I walked into her room to see her standing in her closet. I could guess why. “Kimberly , I love you, but I am not borrowing your clothes.” I said.
“Please! You need to look sexy tonight! And we both know you don’t own anything sexy.” She put on her puppy dog face. Damn!
“Okay, show me.” I sighed.
“Yay!” She pulled out a short jean skirt and a red halter top. “What do you think?” She asked.
“Good. Not to trampy.”
“See, told you. Here’s a pair of nice sandals. I know how much you hate heels.” She handed me the outfit.
“Thanks Kimberly .” I went and changed and then waited for Ashley to pick me up.

We walked up to the club and went straight in. We went over to the bar first and bought a couple of drinks.
“Does this remind you of anything?” Ashley asked.
“You know what, it does. It reminds me of one night when I went to a bar and got hit on by some playboy rock star.” I said with a smile. “As I recall I turned him down and went home before anything could happen.”
“Well isn’t that unfortunate for him.” Ashley said.
I laughed. I quickly finished my drink and pulled Ashley to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and he placed his hands on my waist. We moved to the rhythm of the music, holding each other close. Then the song changed to one that was more upbeat. I slid my hands up and down Ashley’s body and walked around him as I danced. We continued like this for a while until I got a little thirsty.
“Ashley, could you get me a drink please? All this dancing is making me thirsty.” I said.
“Sure.” He went back over to the bar while I found myself a place to sit down.
“Hey gorgeous.” I looked up to see who was talking to me. What I saw was amazing. Tall, messy short brown hair, blue eyes and built like a statue. He was a real hottie.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“I was hoping to buy you a drink.” The guy said.
“Well take your hopes somewhere else.”
“Really? You’re turning this down?” He sounded insulted, I really didn’t care.
“Yes I am. Now please leave”
“Hey, Brittany . Who’s the ken doll?” Ashley asked as he walked over to me.
“Don’t know, but he won’t go away.” I said, extremely annoyed.
“Hey, the lady asked you to leave. Why are you still here?” Ashley asked the guy.
“And who are you? Some emo fag?” The guy asked.
“No, actually he’s my boyfriend you asshole.” I said. Now this guy was making me mad and that was never a good idea.
“Boyfriend? He looks like some gay fag, or a girl gone wrong.” The guy said, laughing.
“You really shouldn’t have said that.” I stood up, took a step towards him and gave him a good punch in the nose. “Come on Ashley, I think it’s time we left.”
“Right behind you.” He put down my drink and we walked out.

“You did what?” KImberly asked.
“I punched a guy who called Ashley emo, fag and other unkind words.” I shrugged. “The guy pissed me off.”
“Wow. What did Ashley think?”
“He thought it was pretty cool actually. Although I think I may have scared him a little. I don’t think he’ll ever make me mad now that he’s seen what I can be like.”
“Intense. Anything else happen I should know about?” She asked.
“Not really. We had some drinks and danced.”
“So, with the exception of the asshole, a pretty good date then.” Kimberly stated.
“Yeah, it was.”

Ashley’s POV:

I couldn’t believe what had happened tonight. When I saw that guy talking to Brittany I immediately felt jealous. I know that she would never cheat on me, but I didn’t like the way he was looking at her. I should be the only person allowed to look at her like that.
Then there was the way he treated me. That didn’t happen to often anymore, but when it did, it hurt. You could say you don’t care about haters all you want, but that doesn’t mean their words won’t hurt at least a little.
I couldn’t believe how Brittany reacted to that guy. I think I saw blood after she punched him in the nose. I should make a note of that. Don’t piss Brittany off or you’ll get a bloody nose.
With that thought I went to bed, dreaming of Brittany .

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