Reason #9: Drunk Self Defense

It turns out that Kyle's father wasn't the only parent who saw the magazine article that I was in- my parents also found it. And they weren't very happy.

"Sophie, all we're saying is that we think you should be making more of an effort to get an actual job," my mom said over the phone.

"Mom, I'm doing just fine at the hotel. I might even be getting a promotion," I lied. I was just about as far away from getting a promotion as possible.

"That's great, Sophie. But will it let you put that degree to use?" she said. I really thought that I was done with lectures when I moved out. Boy, was I wrong.

"I don't know. I have to go." I didn't wait for a response before I hung up. I know, you're probably thinking I'm a horrible daughter, being a bitch to my parents and all, but they're horrible. Who forces their kid to choose some boring job? Really, does anybody enjoy accounting?

"Parents?" Kenya asked as she walked into the room.

"Yes," I sighed.

"You working tonight?" she asked.

"No, tomorrow. Are you?"

"Yeah, bartending."

"I might come by. I've got no plans tonight."

"You just want to see Max."

"I do not!"

"So I just don't get why he is so obsessed!" I said, nearly shouting, as I finished recounting my latest encounter with Kyle.

"Sophie, why don't you just hook up with him and get it over with? Then it will all be over and you won't have to deal with him," Kenya said calmly.

"Because I just can't! There has to be something else that he wants. I just don't know what it is."

"Why do you say that?"

"He could have any girl he wants, and he sure as hell knows that. So why hasn't he just forgotten about me?"

"Don't overthink it, Soph. Besides, it seems like you have something going on with Max."

"Not really. I think he's still got the whole work-friends mindset."

"Why don't you ask him out?"

"I don't want to date him. He's not my type."

"But he's such a nice guy! And he's hot."

"Exactly! He's nice, and nothing more."

"So he's boring?"

"Pretty much."

So, that is basically the entire status of my love life covered in one short conversation. Ugh. I haven't gotten laid in such a long time.

"Kenya, pour me something strong," I sighed.

"Do you even have money?" she asked.

"Employee discount."

All I needed was to get drunk. Obnoxious parents and a terrible lack of sex were driving me insane.

I had gone through several drinks, I was very drunk, and Kenya was getting very concerned.

"Sophie, I think you've had enough," she said.

"No!" I shouted, pretty much proving her point.

"You need to go home, but I'm not letting you walk home on your own." She was right. She still had a half-hour left on her shift, and if she let me leave by myself, I probably wouldn't make it back.

"I'm going to talk to Kurt. Stay put," she said as she walked away.

"Looks like it's just you and me," said a man sitting at the opposite end of the bar. He smiled, his thin lips stretched wide across his face.

"Yeah," I muttered as I stood up. Whoa- not a good idea. Everything began to spin, and I nearly fell over. I sat back down quickly.

"You come here often?" He was definitely a genuine creep. How did somebody like him get into the resort?

"Um, I guess." Please, leave. Go away.

"So what's your name?" He walked over to me, leaning in to me.

"Sophie." At this point, things began to get a bit fuzzy.

"You're very pretty, Sophie." I glanced around, trying to avoid eye contact with him while plotting my escape. However, to escape I would need to be able to walk, and that wasn't going to come easily right now. A few people were on the beach, but they paid no attention to me, and the last guests at the pool were leaving.

"Don't worry about your friend. You're in good hands with me," he said with a wink. Kenya, get back here!

I tried to speak, but no words came out. I kept looking to the beach or the restaurant for some sort of help, but nobody came.

He slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him.

"No!" I whined. I couldn't say anything more; my tongue literally felt like it was tied.

"You have nothing to worry about," he said with a laugh. I tried to push his arm away, but it threw me off balance.

"Stop!" I cried as he started to pull me to the exit. I could barely walk, and running away was no longer an option.

He kissed me roughly, and I slapped him weakly. He kept a firm grip on me, unaffected by my pathetic self defense.

"Fuck off!" I shouted. Honestly, nobody in the rooms three feet from here noticed? Not a single person on the beach had even turned around to look in the direction of the bar? Where was Kenya?

"Come on, Sophie," he said gruffly. He was wrestling me away from the pool when I noticed somebody approaching.

"Hey! Stop!" the stranger called out as he rushed over.

The attacking man quickly pushed me aside and sprinted away, not wanting to be caught. That bastard.

My head was spinning as I fell to the ground. I could no longer stand up, and the fight had taken a lot out of me. I blacked out as a pair of strong arms caught me.

I am so sorry! I can't believe I haven't updated in such a long time but I had a really busy school year! You probably hate me, but I promise you I will be updating more often now that it's summer, and I actually have free time. Anyway, thank you for reading and please leave a review!