My Favourite Shirt!

He speaks my language, but I still struggle to understand him. I think he’s trying to apologize for what he did; I’m not sure. I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was mouthwateringly delicious and stirred an ache from between my legs. Maybe that was the vodka I drank earlier.  Oh, whatever!

Only then do I realize who he is. And now I look like a clown. My God...

“I know you from somewhere, I know you,” I stammer. Shit Selena, why that stutter now? I developed that awful habit as a result of a bullying incident in my childhood. There was this girl who regularly made fun of me and gave me a horrible time. Until one fine day when I gathered the courage and stood up to her. Even though she or anyone else dared to bully me again, whenever I became nervous or overwhelmed, a bit of that stutter would show.

“Yes, yes, it's me. But let me introduce myself; my name is Hunter Blanco, and you?” he asks me with a smile of amusement, almost chuckling and wow. So much arrogance, as though he is used to all the female attention all the time.

I wonder why this idiot is laughing, what's so funny? I'm all wet and the worst thing is that the shirt is see-through too. Why did that damn drink have to be purple? Damn it!

“Selena,” I say.

I try to withdraw, without first giving him a good look, especially after listening to all those words coming out of his mouth (that mouth!). But before I can try to flee, his hand pulls me back. I hate it when they do that.

"Wait, where are you going?" He looks at me apprehensively.

Using the closest napkin, I try to clean myself up and leave.

“First, please let go of me,” I order.

He instantly releases my hand, but gently. I don’t like my tone of voice. I'm not usually rude to anyone and I don't know what came over me. I take a step back and he stares at me with an expression as though he can’t understand me.

“Sorry, I'm not usually rude,” I blurt, abruptly leaving before he can say anything.

I see the lady’s washroom sign at a distance and quickly enter the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see that I’m sweating profusely. Or maybe I was already sweating? Oh, I don't even know anymore. I lift my arms and, ugh, I am sure his nose wrinkled at the smell of me. What happened to you, Selena? I notice my bra. Thank goodness it is white, revealed through the wet blouse. I hope he did not see how aroused I was, something I realised when I saw my perky tits all excited.

I try to get a paper towel, but it only makes things worse. A minute later, my two college friends enter and, Valentina trailing behind.

“Selena, Selena, Selena! Tell me what that was about?” I look at Joanna talking in a slur and I cannot understand her question.

“What was what?” I ask, but I know what they're talking about. I chuckle to myself, enjoying their misery before revealing the truth. Hey, sometimes I’m evil that way...hahaha!

“What do you mean, what was what? Don’t play dumb. That Gorgeous Spanish God came to talk to you!” Katrina cheers, less curtly than Joanna.

“Oh sure, and since when do people talk about throwing drinks at each other?” I spill my sass in an ironic tone. I don’t want to prolong the subject anymore. “Besides, the conversation was not pleasant; he introduced himself, I introduced myself and then left to clean the mess he had created.”

“Yeah, I know,” Katrina says. The three snoopers leave and I continue to try to clean my blouse and brush my mind off the entire incident.

Five minutes later, I come out of the bathroom defeated by the resistant stain on my shirt. Seriously, did it have to be a drink that would leave such dark stains on my favourite blouse? I find our table and head straight there. Oh, I'm glad they're all there.

Giving them a heads-up, my words slur as I say, “Girls, I'm leaving. And sorry for not prolonging our night. It looks like the night is white and not purple.” I scowl with laughter, pointing to my shirt. Well, I forced myself to laugh.

Well, now that the anger has passed...

“It's so early, Selena,” says Valentina, now in English that I understand better.

Maybe I should learn a new language when I am drunk! I look at my cellphone, and she's right; it’s only two in the morning. And I am not feeling sleepy either.

“I could go with you,” Valentina continues.

“No, no, no, there is no need, I am a grown-up girl and I can take a taxi. Plus, I noticed you liked the guy over there, Valentina,” I tell her, winking. “See you at home, enjoy yourselves a lot. Bye!”

I wave and make my way out of that club. They say goodbye and I’m just at the pub’s exit door. But someone touches my arm again, and I see it is him. There he is? Do I see him right? I blink a couple of times just to make sure it wasn’t what did he say his name was, Honcho…hmmm no Hunter you drunk loser!

“Can I take you home?” he whispers in my ear.

“Excuse me? Are you stalking me or something?” How could I go home with him? Like this? I think to myself.

“Maybe,” he admits with that damn smile.

"It's... Look... It's not a good idea, ok, sorry," I say, being very sincere. Only in my dreams would this happen.

“I deserve a chance to redeem myself, don't you think? At least try to apologize for what I did,” he smiles drawling.

Am I dreaming or something? Am I hearing him, right? Redeem by doing what? There are all these thoughts running through my drunk head.

I could see that he knew he was charming and often got what he wanted but ahmm, not this time! I am not falling for some random fellow’s charms.

“There's no need. It’s just a blouse, there's no way to redeem yourself,” I say pointedly. What does this guy want?

The security guard takes off my bracelet and I’m finally outside. I feel my ears ringing because of the loud music. I look up and down the street for a taxi, almost stumbling on a nearby invisible step.