Fedya Booker

Friday, at the club. You and your friends were getting ready to hang out, have a drink, and just relax, and you wanted to finally spot a guy. *

• The girls were standing at the bar, ordering drinks for everyone, and you were sitting at a table, waiting for them. While you were sitting there alone, a former classmate who always teased you about being flat-chested approached you, and he was pretty drunk. *

• Oh... You're fat... What, are you trying to find a boyfriend here? You're all dressed up, of course... What are you trying to emphasize? -* he said, putting his arm around your shoulder *

• Of course, you didn't like it, and you tried to push his hand away, but his drunken paw lay there like a stone *

• Actually, I have a boyfriend... -* you quickly said, hoping that he would leave you alone *

• Oh, who are you telling me? You? And dating someone? Don't make me laugh... You've never even kissed. Where are you dating?

• Before you could come up with anything sensible to say, some guy came up to you and started chasing your classmate away *

• Hey, listen to me, you freak. This is my place, so come on... Go dance. Come on! -* He grabbed him by the shoulder and started to pull him away from you, he still got up and left, and the stranger sat down in his place - Did he really bother you? - he asked calmly *

• The friends saw this and remained standing at the bar, whispering and looking at each other