He has to be the most frustrating person I have ever had to share oxygen with only inviting me out of obligation to the band. I could feel the thick fog of tension when he made it bluntly clear the sole purpose of visiting an alcohol establishment was to get laid. Under the table, Liam had grabbed my hand and gave me a reassuring squeeze. Choosing not to go, to be an unwanted guest. If I had chosen to go I could easily predict that I would be left behind when they all found what they were looking for. Definitely not my scene. And Ryan Fucking Steele knew it. His asinine arrogant attitude was way too much for me to handle right now. Overbearing ogre. I should go just to mess with his head. Show him that I can become a chameleon, blending into whatever atmosphere I am surrounded by. Parading around like I belonged. I’m feeling the need to confront him. To turn his views on a backwards axis. Forgetting Liam’s hand was still on mine, I let go and rush to the bathroom where I saw he retreated minutes earlier.
