called security.
“Jamie, it’s fine.” I curled my hand on his upper arm, which was solid, and tried to pull him back slightly. He didn’t budge or respond to me.
“Get your hands off him.” My hand was suddenly yanked from him in a deathlike grip.
“Ouch!” I spun around, holding my wrist where it hurt, to see one of the girls he had been standing with before had appeared from nowhere. Damn girl nearly broke it. She was glaring at me, and I glared right back and took a step toward her.
“Move!” Jamie turned to her harshly, making both of us jump with fright. She did exactly what she was told and retreated sulkily back to where she came from. I couldn’t believe what she had just done. I was only trying to stop them from fighting.
Jake’s friends followed behind him, and they looked like they were ready to fight. Mav’s fists were clenched, ready to defend his friend. I was petrified, and Taylor looked white as a ghost.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend,” Jake shot to Cam, ignoring Jamie right in front of him.
“Do you wanna make something of this, Jake?” Jamie was badgering him, almost like he wanted to fight. “You and your little friends?” He looked to them all invitingly.
What was he doing? Why was he saying that? Jake’s friends didn’t do much once they got closer, and Jake backed up from Jamie a little. His eyes were fleeting from Jamie to Cam as if he didn’t know which one to hit first, but I knew he was smarter than to try to throw a punch at either of them—or at least I hoped he was. Cam stood level with Jamie, and they both looked intimidating in front of Jake, who was still standing before them. Some of the people around us began to stay and watch the drama unfolding. We were causing a scene.
“Take your girl and go,” Cam said gruffly through gritted teeth, his eyes not leaving Jake’s.
“C’mon.” Jake retreated, pulling Taylor, who meekly followed. His friends, whose glares had never faltered, turned and followed him.
I released the breath I’d been holding. I just hoped they kept on walking. I quickly turned to Jamie and Cam. “I am so sorry. That was my fault. I should have listened to you back there.” I winced, feeling mortified.
“It’s not your fault, but he’s a douche.” Cam’s eyes threw daggers at Jake, who was still walking away. He looked like he was having words with Taylor.
I nodded, fully agreeing. Jake could be a douche; there was no two ways about it, but right now, I was stuck with the douche. Jamie walked back to the bar, standing back with the small group of people they were with, including the girl who yanked my wrist. She started fussing over him, but he ignored her, watching Cam and me instead. I turned my attention back to Cam. “It’s her boyfriend.” I shook my head apologetically. “Thanks for doing what you did though.” I couldn’t imagine what would have happened to us if they hadn’t got us out of there when they did. It was a sea of craziness, and certainly something I didn’t want to experience again.
“Don’t sweat it. It’s fine.” He smiled genuinely.
After apologizing yet again, I said goodbye to him and walked back to Taylor, deep in thought about all the drama that had just happened, and what a waste of time it was trying to see the band. We weren’t able to watch them after all. The whole thing had put a dark cloud on what should have been a good day. Although, like the saying ‘Every cloud has a silver lining’, my silver lining was the fact Jamie had just had me over his shoulder, where I got a good eyeful of his pert behind, and he had his hand on my butt. The feeling of his warm hand on my skin was enough to dampen my panties. But judging from the reaction I got from that girl, I knew he was off limits. I snagged Taylor’s hand as I caught up with her. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here.” I let out a loud sigh.
“Why?” she yelled above the music of another band that had now taken to the
“Jamie, it’s fine.” I curled my hand on his upper arm, which was solid, and tried to pull him back slightly. He didn’t budge or respond to me.
“Get your hands off him.” My hand was suddenly yanked from him in a deathlike grip.
“Ouch!” I spun around, holding my wrist where it hurt, to see one of the girls he had been standing with before had appeared from nowhere. Damn girl nearly broke it. She was glaring at me, and I glared right back and took a step toward her.
“Move!” Jamie turned to her harshly, making both of us jump with fright. She did exactly what she was told and retreated sulkily back to where she came from. I couldn’t believe what she had just done. I was only trying to stop them from fighting.
Jake’s friends followed behind him, and they looked like they were ready to fight. Mav’s fists were clenched, ready to defend his friend. I was petrified, and Taylor looked white as a ghost.
“Don’t touch my girlfriend,” Jake shot to Cam, ignoring Jamie right in front of him.
“Do you wanna make something of this, Jake?” Jamie was badgering him, almost like he wanted to fight. “You and your little friends?” He looked to them all invitingly.
What was he doing? Why was he saying that? Jake’s friends didn’t do much once they got closer, and Jake backed up from Jamie a little. His eyes were fleeting from Jamie to Cam as if he didn’t know which one to hit first, but I knew he was smarter than to try to throw a punch at either of them—or at least I hoped he was. Cam stood level with Jamie, and they both looked intimidating in front of Jake, who was still standing before them. Some of the people around us began to stay and watch the drama unfolding. We were causing a scene.
“Take your girl and go,” Cam said gruffly through gritted teeth, his eyes not leaving Jake’s.
“C’mon.” Jake retreated, pulling Taylor, who meekly followed. His friends, whose glares had never faltered, turned and followed him.
I released the breath I’d been holding. I just hoped they kept on walking. I quickly turned to Jamie and Cam. “I am so sorry. That was my fault. I should have listened to you back there.” I winced, feeling mortified.
“It’s not your fault, but he’s a douche.” Cam’s eyes threw daggers at Jake, who was still walking away. He looked like he was having words with Taylor.
I nodded, fully agreeing. Jake could be a douche; there was no two ways about it, but right now, I was stuck with the douche. Jamie walked back to the bar, standing back with the small group of people they were with, including the girl who yanked my wrist. She started fussing over him, but he ignored her, watching Cam and me instead. I turned my attention back to Cam. “It’s her boyfriend.” I shook my head apologetically. “Thanks for doing what you did though.” I couldn’t imagine what would have happened to us if they hadn’t got us out of there when they did. It was a sea of craziness, and certainly something I didn’t want to experience again.
“Don’t sweat it. It’s fine.” He smiled genuinely.
After apologizing yet again, I said goodbye to him and walked back to Taylor, deep in thought about all the drama that had just happened, and what a waste of time it was trying to see the band. We weren’t able to watch them after all. The whole thing had put a dark cloud on what should have been a good day. Although, like the saying ‘Every cloud has a silver lining’, my silver lining was the fact Jamie had just had me over his shoulder, where I got a good eyeful of his pert behind, and he had his hand on my butt. The feeling of his warm hand on my skin was enough to dampen my panties. But judging from the reaction I got from that girl, I knew he was off limits. I snagged Taylor’s hand as I caught up with her. “I knew it was a bad idea coming here.” I let out a loud sigh.
“Why?” she yelled above the music of another band that had now taken to the
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