Blackmailed by a Bully

When Tom returned, he shifted nervously at the bar where Damon had stolen his seat. "Erm... their bus is running late. They will be here soon." "Great," Freida said, trying to smile convincingly. "This is my friend, Damon, by the way."

"Hi," Tom said, giving a thin smile.

Damon said nothing, just took Freida by the hand and pulled her into him, trapping her between his legs. He wrapped his hands around her waist in the most possessive way possible.

Tom looked like he wanted to disappear, and Freida just felt so bad for him. She'd honestly had no idea that he'd intended this to be a date for just the two of them. If she had understood that, she would have let him down gently. He wasn't her type, she felt no attraction to him, and saw him as a friend rather than a potential lover.

It only took ten minutes for Stacy and Felix to arrive, but the strained, awkward conversation made it felt like ten years.

When they did finally arrive, they were both acting really weird. Every time she spoke to one of them, their answers would be really short.

She overheard Stacy whispering to Felix about how she and Damon were dressed, calling them 'Lady and the Tramp.' She was fairly certain Damon had heard it too.

Damon was wearing a pair of black jeans that had been ripped up with natural wear and tear, rather than those fashionable ready-ripped pairs you could buy. They were splattered in pain and other stains. He had teamed that up with a T-shirt that said 'Aborted' in barely readable script. That had to be a band she'd never heard of.

Damon got up from his seat and moved over to Felix, whose eyes nearly popped when he saw how tall the guy was. Damon stood in front of him and Stacy, looking them both up and down with clear disdain.

"You know this is a metal band, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Stacy said, curling up her lip.

"Oh, right." He looked her up and down, taking in her pink t-shirt and demin shorts. "I thought you'd got lost on the way to a P!nk concert."

Stacy turned red and walked away, retreating to the bar to get a drink.

"Who fucking wears a pink T-shirt to see Amon Amarth?" Damon asked no one in paricular, but loud enough that they all heard.

Freida had no idea who the band were. She wasn't familiar with their music and was quite surprised that she liked it when they finally came onto the stage.

Damon explained that they were a Swedish melodic death metal band before leaving the others to join the mosh pit.

Freida was grateful that he didn't force her to join him. It was her first experience of this sort of gig, and it seemed to be a lot of really big guys bashing into each other as hard as they could. The cool thing was, they would help each other up if they fell.

At one point, as Freida drank more beer, she dared to brave the mosh pit.

It was amazing, even though she got flung about like a rag doll and had to be scooped up from the floor a few times.

The others just stood at the back, watching from a safe distance.

"Come on," Damon said, pulling her into the bathroom.

They had a unisex bathroom so it wasn't weird... well not to anyone else. It was weird to Freida, who stood feeling like a perve as Damon whipped out his dick and pee'd in front of her.

"Come here," he said, pulling her into the stall.

'What's he going to make me do now?' she wondered.

The pair both turned quiet and exchanged funny glances as the doors swung open and the toilet filled with people.

"I can't beileve her," a familiar voice said.

"I know, right?" another familiar voice agreed. "I don't know what Tom sees in her anyway. She's so extra."

"And oh my God, how thick is she? The questions she asks in class are so dumb I find it hard not to laugh."

'Stacy and Felix,' she thought. She felt sick, and both hot and cold at the same time--like her whole body was covered in pins and needles.

"What's the difference between a class and a function?" Felix asked in a cruel imitation of her voice. "It's like she's never done OOP before."

'I haven't,' Freida mouthed, staring at Damon.

"I put up with her for Tom's sake, and now she has the nerve to do this to him. Turning up here with that... massive freak of a guy. Who even is he?" Stacy said. "Honesly I'm glad. At least Tom will give up on her now and we won't have to pretend to like her anymore."

Freida swallowed, feeling tears forming in her corneas. She didn't want Damon to see her cry. Not like this. It was far too humiliating.

Once her so-called friends were gone, she stared at the floor in silence until she felt Damon pulling at her arm.

He took her to the bar, bought a few beers-still making her pay for everything-and led her to the table where the others were now sitting with a few more people they knew from school.

"I want to go," she muttered. "Please, Damon?"

"We will," he whispered. "Soon. Wait here with these snakes."

Tom made an effort to talk to her, but she could barely function enough to think up responses.

'Were they really pretending to be my friend so Tom could pursue me?' she wondered, looking at the people she cared about. It made her want to burst into tears, and at one point, she almost did.

"So, erm is that guy your boyfriend?" Tom asked, face creased in worry.

"No," Frieda replied though gritted teeth.

Tom's face transformed into a happy, relieved smile.

Then Damon appeared beside them, planting his two large hands on the tabletop. "Right. I spoke to my mate, and he is letting us backstage."

"Oh my God," Stacy cried. "That's so cool."

Stacy, Felix and their other friends all looked like they were about to lay eggs.

"Not you," Damon spat. "I'm talking to Freida."

Freida avoided their eyes as Damon took her by the hand and led her away from the table and through the crowd.

"Are we really going to meet the band?" she asked.

"Yeah, for like two minutes," Damon said, "But those idiots don't know that."

Freida couldn't help but smile. It was weird meeting famous people, but they were very down to Earth and kind.

Freida explained that it was her first time at a gig and the guy said he'd seen her at the front with all the guys. He seemed impressed with her, telling Damon that he was lucky. She actually felt okay as they left though the back doors.