Angie's POV
I opened the door of the van and was immediately met with the smell of smooth leather and weed. His hands pushed away empty chip bags, a quick apology on behalf of his friends escaping his lips. His hands, lean fingers with a silver ring on his thumb. A subtle "J" was engraved into it. I wondered if it was something that symbolized a relationship, I found myself praying that this wasn't the case. I don't even know this person and here I am, these kind of thoughts plaguing my mind.
My attention shifted back into reality as he closed the passenger door for me. Still shaken up from the incident prior to this calmness, I took a deep breathe as an attempt to distract myself from the dull pain on my arm. Goosebumps riding the trails of my arms and legs. I should have brought a jacket along with me. I wonder if Jane was looking for me. If she cared. I didn't want to fool myself, she is probably in bed with the friend. I need to know this guys name at this point, calling him "friend" is just weird.
I pulled down the visor in front of me, needing to inspect my face in hopes it was still somewhat presentable. My lipstick was slightly smudged. My mascara ran down and dried along my under eyes. I didn't realize I had cried. I took the pins out of my hair, shoving them into the pocket of my jeans. I wanted my hair down. I wanted my body covered. I felt exposed. Vulnerable. Fragile.
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Chris's POV
She's beautiful. Why she was with a fucker like that, I don't know. A bad setup, blind date or whatever it may be. She's beautiful. This stranger. I want to know her. She's a mess, but at the same time, I didn't mind it. I am too.
"Are you taking me home?"
I looked into her eyes as she asked, never minding how she wasn't looking into mine. I don't blame her. I felt a sense that she didn't want to be seen, and by not looking at me, she felt that I couldn't see her.
"I can if you'd like, but did you come here with anyone? A friend or something? I just want to be sure that we aren't leaving anyone behind."
Looking up into the mirror above her, she nodded. Her getup tonight didn't seem normal, it seemed like it was foreign to her. Like a $20 Halloween costume, wear once and never again. Her slender hand grabbed a napkin from the dash. She wiped away the freshly ruined makeup from her face, her lips. I never payed this much attention to someone's actions like this, not even Jamie's.
Jamie. It's like she knew when to appear, she could hear me thinking about her and would show up out of nowhere. She looked angry as she slammed the door of her car, her obnoxiously yellow fucking car. I thought she'd be occupied by her new "bozo" of a guy and, according to Hiro, he's a real winner. But not tonight. She looked like she was going to explode.
The silence was deafening as Jamie caught the sight of this girl and I through the front windshield of the van. She took the lit cigarette out of her mouth as her face fell. I could only stare back as I watched her frozen figure. She didn't walk to the van, instead, she shook her head and smirked, her red lips curled into this jealousy-filled smirk. She stormed off to where the party was. I could tell she was upset. I felt bad. I grabbed the steering wheel and rested my forehead against it. I felt like she caught me doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing. The fact that she still had this effect on me, this power to control my emotions. She ate away at me and she knew it. I felt pathetic.
"Wanna go get something to eat?"
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Angie's POV
"What's your name?"
I was annoyed by the broken leather on the seats of the booth we were in when he asked. I was surprised that we hadn't gone over that part yet.
"Angie. And yours?"
"Chris. My name's Chris."
"Christopher?"
"Yea, Christopher. I'm assuming you're an Angela or an Angel or something, right?"
"Just Angie. Angie."
I smiled. But once I realized that, my brain flooded back into reality and I began to think about what led me here.
"My friend Jane is the one who brought me here. She is nowhere to be found, probably sucking the face of her "lover" right off of his skull. And that dick from earlier. I still can't believe I agreed to come. Fuck, and I gave her my car keys. I can't believe tonight is happening."
The smile I once had faded back to blankness. I pushed my semi-curled locks back with my hands, closing my eyes in guilt. I felt stupid for having to explain the situation. I probably seemed like this jerk who let everything and anything shitty happen to them.
"I get it. I'm just glad I got you away from that guy, who knows what could have happened."
It seemed like he felt sorry for me. Like he already knew the situation without me having to tell him much else. He knew I didn't belong with that prick. He knew I felt embarrassed. That's why the subject changed so quickly soon after.
For what seemed like forever, we sat in the booth of the diner. We found ourselves talking about everything. Where we were from, what we do for a living, the new Metallica album. Nothing special, yet it felt that way to me. We stole glances from each other here and there. I just couldn't look at him without my face heating up. He seemed too good to be true.
By the time we had to get going, it was already 2 in the morning. I had written my number on the palm of his hand with a nearly done-for pen I managed to discover at the bottom of my purse. His was being written onto mine. The way his fingers carefully wrapped around my hand was exhilarating, it made it seem so small. Like it was being fit into the place it had been searching for, longing for, being for. I tried not to think too much about it, not to get too carried away. The way he stuck his tongue between his plump lips while he wrote, I just wanted to know what they felt like. I didn't want to make it seem as if I was thinking about them, even when it was all I thought about. But then he looked up at me, my breath hitched. We just stared at each other.
"Let's get you home, Angie."
