[Completed✔] Born and raised in Tulsa, Jade Phelan reminisces her youth with a group of dealers who attempt to make a better life for themselves and the yearning she felt for one of them.
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May 26th, 1989. 1:21 A.M.
I returned to the dance floor, and saw Dallas over at the bar, ordering a drink. I felt compelled to confront him. I was already far out of my comfort zone tonight, so I might as well do it while I'm on a roll.
I slid across, and cut him off from leaving. He took a swig of his drink, and puffed, "Jade. Move it." he ordered.
"Not until you answer me. Why have you been sleeping with the others?"
"What others?" he played dumb. Dallas knew exactly who I meant, or maybe my worst fears were true, that he didn't know the names of the girls he's slept with, because there were in fact too many to count.
I felt jealous. I felt insecure around him. He had this effect on me, and I didn't know how to stop it. "Lisa. Lynn. Sally. Evie... the list could go on and on from what I've been told." I said.
He swirls his drink around in the glass, "We aren't exclusive, Jade."
"You made me feel like I was special." I sniffled, trying not to let my emotions get the best of me. I just wanted to block my ears and pretend this would all go away.
"I don't know what you thought it was, kid, but it means nothing to me. It's sex. Just that." he coughed, seemingly unaffected by what he had just exposed to me.
Deep down I was hurt, but I knew I needed to hear it straight from his mouth. I needed to use that pain and turn it into something else, like strength. I wasn't about to throw myself away on someone like Dallas Winston. Not now, not ever. I couldn't stand around and watch us go round and round.
"I wouldn't be bent out of shape if you went with another guy." he added.
Another guy was exactly what I needed. . I wanted so badly to hurt him the way he hurt me. I wanted him to feel the pain I felt every time he did this to me.
I found Brian on the dancefloor and ambled straight over to him. I took his glass from his hand and skulled down the drink. It caught him by surprise, I presumed he was already sauced, that's why he didn't say anything.
Dallas watched in amusement as I pressed against Brian, he held my hips, and I swayed them to the music, taking glimpses at Dallas as I do. I batted my eyes, I did everything possible to make him jealous. I couldn't read this man. I had no idea if he even cared.
I didn't mean for Brian and I to get hot, and heavy. It just happened. The two of us stumbled out the back where the dumpsters sat. He was drunk and I was so upset. We started to grind against each other, and our lips were smashing together. It felt electric, like pulses surged right through to my fingertips.
Heavenly, he lifts me up, until I've got my legs wrapped around him, and he's holding me against the brick wall. He pounds his pelvis into me, as if I was someone attractive, someone who he loved. I couldn't do this... it's Brian... my friend.
I wanted a few more moments of this bliss, but he starts to tug, and touch me. I jump down, pat him on the chest, and return to the club. I prayed he wouldn't remember this...
