"Right, because we're just homework machines with no social lives," she rolled her eyes again.
"Compliment?" she asked raising her eyebrows. "It didn't sound like one." This was a terrible idea. Go home. Just go home Meka. "And I'm not freaking out," she said in a more sensible voice.
She just laughed and shook her head. "Of course," she sighed. "Homework is all I want out of life."
She turned in the direction that Grey had pointed and her face fell. "Oh..." she tried not to sound hurt. "His name is Ben," her bottom lip trembled ever so slightly when she said it.
Don't cry. Don't you dare fucking cry in front of this bumbling buffoon. She tried not to look so devastated and put on a brave face. "Want to dance?" she asked with an almost strangled voice. She had no idea what she was doing but she couldn't stand the thought of watching Ben dance with that girl for another second.
"His name is Ben," she said more forcefully. "And of course I'm serious. Am I the kind of person to not be taken seriously?" she asked raising an eyebrow. She set her cup down on the table and looked at his mince meaty hands. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "I want to dance, would you like to join me?"
"Trust me, some dumb hot chick will see you dancing with a nerd and think your super sensitive," she rolled her eyes. "Then blam... you get to go home with someone and I won't be bored for the next few minutes." And I won't have to see them dancing together...
Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Oh thank god I won't have to wear this dress again.
"I don't need your help to pick up chicks, you know." Gray scoffed, "Oh. You don't have a secret crush on me, do you, Meka? I mean, because if you do. I don't mind. I totally get it."
Meka chuckled at first and couldn't help herself, she fell into a fit of giggles. "Oh! Oh are you serious?" she asked still laughing. "Me? Crushing on you? Are you serious?" she pulled her flask out and took a secretive swig before continuing on.
"You know what... yes... yes I have a totally super secret crush on a brainless, self center moron when there are plenty of nice, intelligent boys..." her eyes lingered over to where Ben was again. She shook her head and looked back at Grey. "Do you want to dance or not?"
Oh shit. He actually thinks I like him. She slapped herself in the forehead. "Fuck, haven't you ever heard of sarcasm," she rose an eyebrow at him. "Why would I waste my time..." her eye flew over to Ben again. "Why would he waste his time?" she asked her voice losing it's harsh edge. Fuuuuuuck.
"Whatever?" she took another swig and shook her head. "It's fine," she started to move away from the table and then turned back to him sharply. "You're an idiot, by the way."
"His name is not Fred!" she yelled. "And his brother's name is Brian! And what if I want to dance with Fred? But no! He's too busy dancing with some skank!" she shoved Grey again, suddenly wanting to take all her anger out on this not so innocent bystander.
Oh, well that was somehow a relief. Meka liked Fred and not him. Still, he had an angry little nerd trying to shove him around. And she was a girl. You couldn't very well hit girls.
"Hey! Hey! Would you stop that?!" He tried to grab her wrists. This was very quickly getting out of hand.
He was right, she needed to clam down before she got kicked out of the dance. When he caught her wrists, she took a deep breath. Bad idea. Her deep breath turned into a shutter and she let out an awful sob. She couldn't help the tears that were suddenly bursting. "Sorry," she gasped. "Sorry."
Meka let her arms swing down at her sides uselessly. Oh great. I'm not completely undesirable. She gave him a half hearted smack in the chest.
"I'm... ugh... whatever," she wiped her face. "You're a real fucking charmer," she said miserably. "I'm just... I need a fucking cigarette," with shaking hands she scrambled in her clutch for her cigarettes, alas, they were all gone. "Do you have a cigarette, please tell me you have a cigarette?" she looked up at him, her eyes still red and watery.
"I-Yeah." Gray reached into his coat pocket for his pack of cigarettes and handed them to her, palming them mostly so that they wouldn't be spotted by the staff.
"Here, take them all." He ran his hands through his hair awkwardly, not hiding the obvious cringe as he did.
"Thank you," Meka took them stealthily and shoved them in her clutch. She tried to close it but it wouldn't close all the way. "Fuck," she said trying to push it together. "Fuck can fucking something go right in my life for fucking once," she muttered to herself. "What the fucking fuck?"
Gray stared at her awkwardly, and took a slow step away. Maybe he could escape from here and she could continue having her hissy fit. Away from him. Alone.
"Fuck it," she palmed her new cigarettes and shoved them down the front of her dress. "Have a good night Mr. Leclair. I'm going to go smoke myself silly and forget this ever happened."
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