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"Be as pissed off as you want to be. Don’t hold back because you think it’s unladylike or some such nonsense."
               Jessica Valenti
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Margot

My mama (God bless her soul) once told me that when you like a guy and are unsure of how he feels about you, no matter how attracted you are to him, you should never lay all your cards on the table, that is, you should never wear your heart on your sleeves, that is, you should never let him know how attracted you are to him, at least not yet anyway.

Which is why I yank Vikram's hand from my waist and then..

WHAM!

Give him a dirty slap.

Over the top?

I'm the queen of Over-the-topness.

He gives me a look that I swear makes me wish I could take a picture and then turn it into a meme:
The look you have when you get bitch-slapped by the bitchiest of  bitches.

"Why?"

"Your ma never taught you not to grab a woman by the waist without her permission?" I inquire calmly.

At my question, Hindi words that sound so colourful flow through his lips in form of mutters. "You could have just told me to remove my hand."

"Wouldn't have been as effective as the slap," I say with a shrug.

He runs his hand through his brown hair, probably as a sign of frustration.

"So where were you dragging me off to earlier?"

"Here."

"Here?" We are standing on the lawn, away from the party.

"I was looking for a quiet place so we could talk. Here will do."

"Okay. So.." I feign disinterest.

"Look, Marg, I know.."

"Marg? So it's Marg now, not Mar?"

"I'm sticking with Marg," he says hastily and I can see that he is eager to get what he has to say off his mind. "As I was saying, I know you're pissed off with what I did earlier but I had to. I saw a fan of yours take pictures of us. So I had to go see to it that she deleted those pictures which was why I told you to excuse me. I am sorry," he says, sincerity evident in his expression. "Should have explained things to you but the only thing on my mind was how to make sure those pics were gotten rid of."

Why does he always have an explanation for everything. Makes me feel like some whiny bitch.

"I also want to apologize for the way I spoke about your friend the last time. It was uncalled for. Because friendship is something that doesn't work for me gives me no excuse to make conclusions about you or your friends." He moves closer and looks into my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Marg," he says in a whisper, his breath a soft caress on my face. Without a warning, he reaches out and traces a fingertip over my jaw.

"It's fine, it's totally fine," I try to put some space between us by taking a few steps back. I really am doing a bad job listening to my mom's advice right now.

I mean, what is a girl supposed to do when a guy's every action turns your legs into jelly?

"I'm sorry too. What you did for me, it's not everyone that can do that for a fellow human. And I shouldn't have reacted like I did when you spoke about Metisha. I should have understood you were only speaking out of experience. And I am really sorry. If there's anyone who needs to apologise, it's me." Immediately I say these words, I feel like as if I've just been relieved of a burden I've been carrying ever since I had that squabble with Vikram.

We go back to the party. Metisha is no longer where I left her and Jules is nowhere to be seen.

"Looking for someone?" Vikram asks beside me.

"My friends, Metisha and Jules. I wonder where they are," I mutter as I let my eyes scan the dance floor.

"Maybe you should call one of them," Vikram suggests.

"Good idea." I move to a less noisy place and dial Metisha's number on my cellphone.

She picks on the last ring. "Hey Mety. Where are you guys?"

"At Jules' house," I could hear the slight irritation in her voice.

"Jules insisted we leave because she has a party-infused headache," she says and the irritation is more evident in her voice now.

I try not to laugh at her tone of voice. "So who's gonna drive me home now? We all came in Jules' limo, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. Which is why I told Freddy to give you a ride home after you're done with Mr. Hot Stuff." I laugh at her chosen name for Vikram and look at him. He raises his eyebrow in a funny manner, making me laugh harder.

"Hey! That reminds me. Did you have slutty wedding sex with him? Was that where you guys went off to?"

"Metisha!" I yell and give Vikram an embarrassed look even though he couldn't hear what my slut of a friend just said.

"I guess that's a no. Honestly, you and Jules are no fun. I wonder why I'm still friends with you."

"Shut up and goodbye." I end the call and make my way back to Vikram. "Something came up and they had to leave. But Metisha's friend is somewhere around here. So he will take me home," I explain to him.

I search for Freddy for a few minutes before finally spotting him.

What I see makes my lips curl into a snarl.

Right in my line of vision is Freddy shoving his tongue down some redhead's throat.

Anger and shock bubble inside me. I move forward to make my presence known to the fucker. But I get pulled back by someone. Due to the venom of anger spreading inside of me, I don't bother to look at the puller before delivering a vicious slap on their cheek.

"Jesus, Marg!" Vikram rubs his cheek while sending me a death glare.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry Vikram. Didn't know it was you."

"Of course. Just leave those two. You don't wanna ruin someone's wedding party because of that worthless wanker. I will take you home."

I take one last look at the horny duo who are now trying to literally get into each other's pants, oblivious to the happenings around them.

Dogs.

"You're right, Vikram. Let's go. But before we go.." I walk towards the fucker and fuckeress and yell the fucker's name, "Freddy!"

The shock on his face as he hurriedly untangle himself from Miss Red-hair is almost enough to get me to change my mind about what I'm about to do.

I said 'Almost enough' not 'Enough'. So I look into his eyes and give him a sinister grin. "Spell Cheating Bastard."

"Huh?"

I sucker punch him.

Take that, Fucktard!

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