"Amelia," Mary Beth yells at me once again to hurry up so we can meet her shit boyfriend at the bar. What kind of a name is that? Mary Beth. And what kind of relationship needs a supervisor in case he tries something? But I hurried for her, because she was one of the few that tolerated me, kinda. Most people see the hair and run for the hills... I put on my Doc Martens, (so basic of me, i know) and run out of the apartment and get in the passenger seat.
We drove the half mile to the Bar With the Ugly Guys, and got out. She immediately saw her boyfriend (Mark, I think, was his name) waiting outside and they start making out, and I take that as my cue to go inside. My hair was annoying me being up, so I took the hair tie out and swung open the door. I step in, immediately earning about seven cat calls from seven guys. Most girls would turn around and walk, horrified by the sheer indecency of being objectified in such a public way. I, on the other hand, shrug my shoulders and walk straight through the sea of drunk guys.
—calum
Regular Friday night. My friends left hours ago, each with a girl. I was the guy in the group that couldn't get some even if I sold it for a nickel. This bar was always filled with the same guys, every Friday night. And I was the creep leaning against the wall. The bell attached to the door rang, which was so rare. No one came at this hour on Fridays. This was not the go to bar. But in walks a girl with pink hair flowing, wearing a leather jacket and a revealing shirt with shorts that were inappropriately short.
She was the only girl in the bar, so of course all the drunk perverts whistled at her when he walked in. I heard them all slurring their words as the asked for her name, and I watched as she smirked and mouthed "Trouble." I raised my glass to my lips, still watching her over the rim. Her hips swayed as she walked up to the bartender and slid up into a stool.
She didn't order a drink, she just talked to him. I saw her throw her head back in laughter at something he said, and I admired the way her whole body shook when she laughed. Once she stopped laughing, she glanced over and noticed I was watching her.
She pushed herself off the stool and started walking toward me, and I panicked. No girl this breathtakingly attractive has talked to me before, and I tried to convince myself she would just walk past me, and walk to the bathroom. She didn't...
She stopped right in front of me, extremely closing, pressing me against the wall. "Do you have a staring problem?" She was no more than an inch away from my face. I shook my head and looked nervously at my glass. She followed my eyes, and said "Kurt Cobain. I love your shirt." She backs up some, and looks at the shirt I've had for so long it now has holes everywhere, and makes me look like a hobo. "Thank you." I say awkwardly. I hate myself for being so socially impaired.
"So," she steps to my side, and whispers in my ear, "wanna buy me a drink?"
||| ok im not gonna suck so bad at putting this story together because i did that before writing the first chapter. hope u guys like it |||
