Perfect Opposite by Zoya Tessi Page A

was so shocked that I couldn’t make any sound, then when it was obvious we were moving towards to door to the club I started to howl.
    “ Savage! Let go of me!” I started pounding his back with my fists.
    Not paying any attention to my thrashing, and even less to Tyler, who was groaning, covering his face on the ground, Alex brought me inside the club and approached Paolo, who looked bewildered.
    “We’re t aking her home in your car.” I heard him say, my guts starting to hurt me as they pressed down on his shoulder.
    “What? Wel l OK,” Paolo answered stupidly and ran toward the exit as Alex strolled behind as if there were nothing wrong with that scene at all.
    I tried to locate Bethany in the crowd, but from my unfortunate vantage point I couldn’t make her out at all in the crowd. As we passed through, people looked at us bemused, glancing from me to Alex, and then back to me. It wasn’t surprising they kept looking, since I guess they all had a right royal view of my panties.
    “Aaaalex!” I screamed as loud as I could.
    I caught hold of a bar pillar as we passed it and tried to hold on, hoping this might put a stop to everything, but I only succeeded in attracting a wider audience. Seeing the bartender approach us with a quizzical expression on his face, I hoped he would call security to rescue me from the clutches of the beast. It flashed through my mind they might beat him up for good measure, and I hoped he’d end up in intensive care. For a week, at least.
    “W hat’s going on over here?” asked the bartender, shooting a cautious look in Alex’s direction.
    I sighed with relief and was just about to open my mouth to speak when I felt Alex’s hand against me, patting my butt. Forgetting immediately what I wanted to say, I twisted my neck around as a reflex and stared at him.
    “My sweet angel here can’t hold her drinks .” he said to the bartender, his eyes on me all the while, threatening me from over his shoulder.
    “ Ain’t that so, sweetheart?” he added, with just a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
    It was good that I didn’t have anything sharp in my hands then, because I’m sure I would hav e driven it deep into his back.
    Dumbstruck and embarrassed, my grip on the pillar was giving way, I stopped thrashing around and kind of accepted my sorry fate. The black and white tiles underneath me quickly started swirling out of sight, one after the other and I was sure I would puke my guts at any second.
    When we got to the cool night air of the parking lot outside, Paolo opened the car door while Alex struggled to try to put me in the back. I swung one leg to try to kick him, aiming at his head, and was disappointed when he dodged it in time.
    “Stay still!” he ordered and slammed the door.
    “You monster!” I shouted after him, brought my head against the seat in front and started hammering it with my fists. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so angry.
    They’d apparently both got in, as both front doors closed. I groaned as I brought myself into a sitting position and shot one menacing look in Alex’s direction, who was just starting the car.
    I sat forward and rested my chin on Paolo’s seat, between his head and the door, so I didn’t have to look at Alex .
    “Did you see that? He’s deranged.” I whispered in Paolo’s ear.
    “What the hell happened out behind the club?”
    “Alex whacked Tyler.” I sniffed once, remembering what Tyler had looked like when we left him and felt sick to my stomach. “I think he busted up his nose real bad.”
    “He doesn’t look like he’s been in a fight. Especially not with Tyler.”
    “ Yeah , but ...” I came in even closer and, with one hand cupping my mouth, whispered in Paolo’s ear “I think Alex fell into a vat of some magic potion when he was a baby.”
    “What?” Paolo turned to glance at me.
    “Well, you know... like Obelix.” I stated, my tone deadly serious.
    “My God, girl, how much did you drink