Ain't Your Regular Girlfriend

I returned a few minutes later with the bottle opener and met him smiling as if nothing happened. 

He doesn't know the saying that says: Before Abraham Jesus was. I smile back at him and hand over the bottle-opener but he has already opened the bottle and the drink is almost half of the bottle. 

He brings the bottle that is already half. "A toast to the most beautiful chic!. Imma gonna fu...ck, after a sip. He yelled and click the bottle to the glass I was still moping at." You ain't drinking? He asks and walks to the television with a disc. 

"What are you doing?" I ask him as he inserted the disc in the DVD player in my room. 

"Watch p.o.r.n... Bored staring at the ceiling since you spent hours in bringing an opener". He says in a sober voice and I bet the roofies in his drink is prolly working. He walks and sits back on his usual spot. 

He m.o.a.ns loudly and holds his pants as the television started to display two n.a.k.e.d people. "We might as well try this". He laughs and walks shakily to where I sat on the floor still fumbling with the glass. 

He collects the glass from me and keep it on the table and pull me up to him. I smile at the fool and stand on my feet. He wraps his hand firmly on my b.u.t.t and pushed me hard to his hardness 

He brings his lips to mine, which I didn't resist but press mine to his. Still counting how much time he's got before he dozed off. 

I push him to the bed and watch as he struggles to get up. "Nobody messes with me and goes free!" I yell and removes his clothes. "You should have thought it through before coming to Lara's house cos Lara ain't your regular girl". I say and smile mischievously.