“What was what, Loser?” I mimic him and the hoots grow louder. My head jerks left and right like a puppet on string, their laughter fuels me with more courage. “Shouldn’t you be with your fellow losers? Why are you even here?” The thing is, I ramble a lot not just when I am nervous, it happens when I get too excited and right now, I am. In a singsong voice, I add, “Loser. Loser. Loser.”
Ben jumps to his feet, his chair clatters to the floor and the rest of my words hook in my throat. s**t. The room shrinks in size, I start backing away from the stage once his foot connects with the stairs. Double s**t. The hall is too silent, nobody is trying to stop the menace storming towards me like I am the source of his bad attitude. He finally climbs the stage, takes one step and another until he is
