"Well," she said, "the only thing in your favor is Keanu Reeves. I swear Jason, could you have picked a nerdier movie?"
"Hey," he replied, "The Matrix is a rad movie, Krys." He hurried to pay for the tickets, not giving her a chance to voice any more complaints.
"Uh-huh," she said, "typical answer. I mean, come on . . . the previews said they live in computers, or some such nonsense. I mean, get real." She stuck her tongue out at him when he glanced at her. Jason grinned. At least she wasn't mad at him. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked into the theater, guiding her towards a front row seat.
"Want some popcorn or candy, babe?" he asked, as the lights dimmed.
"You know it," she said, "I want some red licorice. And a coke!"
"Okay babe, be right back," Jason said. He gave her a quick kiss before hurrying to the concession stand.
Krystal leaned back in her seat, crossing her right leg over her left. A movement to her left, caught her eye. She reached down to adjust her dress, using the motion to reveal more of her leg. Her expression never changed, only the glitter in her eyes revealing her satisfaction at hearing the loud gasp from the man staring her way.
For the next half-hour, Krystal squirmed in her seat, her eyes glued to the screen. She knew her dress was creeping higher and higher, revealing more of her lovely thigh then she should. But it was fun making the stranger sweat. Making him want her. Besides, Jason was taking too long. Maybe a fight with the stranger would teach him to be faster, not ignore her like this.
So what if it causes a fight, she thought, there's nothing wrong with me flirting. It's Jason's fault for taking so long.
Forty-five minutes later, tired of flirting, Krystal glanced towards the lobby. Dammit Jason, she thought, I want my coke. Where the hell are you? Did that dumb ass get lost? She glanced around the cinema. With a start, Krystal realized the theater was almost empty. There couldn't be more then twenty people, scattered through out the entire arena.
Hearing a soft rustle next to her, she turned to give Jason a piece of her mind for making her go without her coke for so long. Her eyes widened at the sight of the stranger she had teased, earlier, brazenly sitting next to her.
Up close, the man was disgusting. Even in this dim light, Krystal could see particles of food stuck in his bushy mustache. And when he leered - that definitely couldn't be called a smile - at her, she noticed he not only was missing a tooth, but the remaining teeth were yellowed and decayed. She wrinkled her nose in disgust, as his odor wafted past the usual movie house aroma of burnt popcorn.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," she demanded. "You better get out of my boyfriend's seat, before he comes back and kicks the shit out of you."
He placed his hand on her thigh, and squeezed. The fingers bit painfully into her flesh. Krystal raised her hand and swung. He captured her hand before she could connect, his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist.
In one fluid motion, Krystal leaned down, biting the man's hand as she brought her heel down on top of his foot. Surprised, he released his grip, uttering a loud moan. Krystal jumped up, running as fast as she could in her high heels, racing out of the near empty theater into the dark night. Skidding to a stop outside the door, her heart racing, Krystal looked wildly around for help.
"Where is everyone," she screamed. Yanking her shoes off, Krystal ran as fast as she could. Ran as if her life depended on it. It didn't matter where, as long as she got away.
She ran until she couldn't run any more. She slowed to a fast walk, her sides aching. Her lungs burned as she gasped for air. Jason, she thought, where are you?
She stumbled to a stop. The soles of her feet burned from pounding the pavement. With a low moan, she dropped to the curb.