Hell No!

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn’t. What was up with this crazy girl? No, I didn’t want to strip wrestle, but I did want to kick her ass. Only now I wasn’t sure I could.

I eyed up her clothes as she eyed up mine. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a dark pink t-shirt, with an open white sports jacket. Would I have to fight it out again?

“I’d like to see your body again.”

“Nikki, no…”

She silenced me by coming forward and gently grabbing the front of my hoodie, like she was testing if I would resist. I threw her off and clenched my fists. This wasn’t going to happen.

Nikki stumbled but only smiled as she advanced towards me again. “Are we going to have to do this the hard way?”

I was trembling now, frozen by my own adrenaline. “Fuck off, Nikki.”

“Then I’m going to have to make it hurt.”

She came within punching range. I was trying to will myself to strike her. I’d taken her down last time and I could do it again. She was right in front of me now, a grin plastered across her face. It scared me. I didn’t want to get my ass kicked.

She ran her hands down my front until she started to lift my hoodie over my black t-shirt. I wanted to resist but my limbs wouldn’t work. It was only when she got above my belly that I pulled down again.

Then her voice became low and threatening. “If I don’t get to see your body again, I’ll make you show it.” Nikki didn’t let go of my hoodie. “You got lucky when the police came last time. I’m not going to leave you alone until I get what I want.”

I thought about her threat. She’d shown me that she could wipe the floor with me if she wanted to. And now I was in trouble. I shuddered as she began to pull up again, waiting for me to resist. Waiting for me to lash out.