Just stand.

You decide not to sit down on his lap as you stand there. "Come on bitch I don't have all day long. You either sit on my lap like the good whore you are or leave." He says getting impatient with you.

"I'm not sitting down on your lap." You say crossing your arms, suddenly you see Jason standing up and grabbing your wrist. "Do you even know who you are talking to? I'm the fucking star quarterback, any slut would fight to sit at my table. So you don't want to ruin this opportunity."

You pull your arms away from him, "I don't care." You say unfazed. You then notice he was about to slap you so you immediately flinch but then the slap never came.

Opening your eyes you see Chris holding Jason's arm back. "Come on now chum, are you really going to hit a girl like that?" He says looking at Jason.

Jason quickly pulls his arm away from Chris. "Why don't you fuck off to your loser table, this is none of your business." Jason stepped closer to Chris, trying to size him up.

"You're right, but I do think that the faculty staff would be interested in your business." He says not backing down from Jason. There is a brief second of silence between the two, as the tension in the air seems to get heavy.

Jason scoffs, "Whatever, look here slut you're still invited to my party." He says looking at you like a predator. " But don't bring your loser friends with you." He says looking at Chris.

Chris shrugs at this comment and leads you away from Jason's table. "I'm sorry about that, if I had known that Jason had a thing for you. I would've stayed with you." Chris sighs.

"It's fine... This is more my fault than anything." You say to comfort Chris. "Not really but still next time you're in a pickle let me know." He says stretching his arms. "Come on now, are friends are waiting for us." He says leading you towards your friend's lunch table.