Chapter 1: Fight Aquaintance

Alexandra (Xra) Rolyn backed off from the dance floor and snatched a Barcardi from the drinks stand. Stumbling through the clump of people, she slumped against a wall, sideways, next to the sofas. The party was held by some senior she didn't know, but she came with her good friend, Janice, who was dating some senior she didn't know. Of course, Janice had ditched her for her date. Good friend, her ass. Tuning out the bop of the music and sipping her drink, she began to feel the weirdest, yet very pleasurable, sensation from her rear. It felt like callused, but gentle, fingers cupping her butt slowly. After a few seconds of fondling, it began applying pressure and was soon kneading her butt. She moaned inaudibly with pleasure while closing her eyes. Her mouth twitched, wanting to smile dreamily. His fingers were moving dangerously close to her center, but at that moment, she didn't care. Suddenly, someone bumped her from behind and she was jolted out of her fantasy. She whipped around and backhanded her fantasy pervert really hard and found herself looking at her handprint on Michael Michaels face. (Funny name huh?)

Tripping on her heels slightly, Xra shouted, "Bastard!" and ran away.

Change of POV

-Michael-

Damn that hurt! And hell? I thought she was Kelly, that's why I got the urge to touch that lovely round butt! I must be really drunk! But man, was it good, all soft, yet firm and very kissable.

Oh yeah…A few more minutes and you might convince yourself that you didn't really want to touch her butt. Anyway, doesn't Kelly have blond hair? Rolyn has black you idiot.

Oh yeah.

Don't 'oh yeah' me! You wanted to touch Rolyn's butt!

I didn't!

Yeah you did. You just thought that yourself. (Look up) You thought her butt was 'lovely and round and soft, firm and kissable!

Well it is!

You're getting pathetic, complimenting her butt!

God, I want to touch it again.

Ahhhh!!! Someone get help! He's gone nuts!

While I was arguing with my conscience, someone crept up beside me and threw a plastic cup of sticky liquid at me.

"FUCK HELL!! ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME A CONCUSSION, ROLYN!?" I jumped up and roared.

"NO! BUT IF IT REALLY DID HAPPEN, I'D BE REALLY HAPPY!!" she screamed back.

"WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO YOU TO DESERVE THIS!?"

"DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK!? YOU FONDLED MY BUTT YOU ASSHOLE!!"

"WELL, YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU LET ME!!"

"I WAS DRUNK, YOU BASTARD!!"

"I WAS DRUNK TOO, BITCH!!"

"JERK!!"

"SLUT!!"

"ASNINE CREEP!!"

"PROSTITUTE!!"

"PERVERT!!"

A silence ensued, followed by the heavy rasp of our breathing, and we turned to see the whole room looking at us.

"Go on! Slap, punch, kick each other! I wanna see some action!" a voice came from one of my jerky friends.

"Shut up, Jack!" I hollered.

Another awkward silence.

And another.

And another.

And-

"We'll continue this at school." Xra suddenly murmured out.

"No problem." I grinned. "Want more?"

She became silent and fixed me a cold glare and walked, no, sashayed away, that delectable rear taunting me, telling me to reach out and cup that softness in my hands and ram my hardness into her repeatedly, again and ag-

Hey! You are clearly getting mad! You're fantasizing about Rolyn!

Oh yeah.

Don't you 'oh yeah' at me again! I'm your con-

Shut up.

I stood up from the vodka soaked sofa and walked out of the door, with everyone's stare on me.

Barcardi is an alcoholic drink. I've never drunk it before though.

I'll be describing Alexandra (Xra) Rolyn and Michael Michael's appearances and their relationship in the next chapter, ok?

Oh yeah, I'm not giving up on Creeped Out. I just had a spurt of creativity and ideas in my Japanese class and poof this story came to be.

Thanks again!