Float (gxg)

Unattainable (Rihanna)

Shipping: RihannaxOC

This in no way has anything to do with my earlier fanfic "Arrogant Smirk". Might write a short about Marih in here later...

Unattainable

I laughed and danced, with the intention of partying it up like there was no tomorrow. I couldn't be stopped. A bunch of rich and sweaty important people danced along with me, the music blaring. I could hear some of my songs too, and it made them all raise their glasses to me and the DJ. This is what I lived for: recognition.

"Blast it, baby!" I screamed when the DJ played Lost In Paradise.

Everyone, I meant everyone, was on the dance floor grinding. I was just about to join in when I saw a lone girl with her back to the party animals.

She had brown hair that barely slid down her shoulders, a part of her head shaved. Her clothes were weird for going out to a dance club. Tight jeans, not a mini skirt or a short dress, jeans. She had a loose white shirt on and one of her hands clung to the sleeve of her jacket. The other clenched a shot glass. On top of that, combat boots. Who fucking wears combat boots to a club? She looked hot, but still. Not party attire.

I tapped her shoulder. "Aren't you going to dance?"

The mystery girl jumped at my touch, never looking me in the eyes. "Uh, no. Not much of a dancer."

"Yeah, you seem more of a drink-till-I-die kind of person."

She rolled her eyes. "Leave me alone, okay?"

"What's your name?" I asked without any intention of leaving.

"Go away."

I smirked, feeling oddly arrogant. "Suits you."

The girl rolled her eyes again. She was pretty, with a boyish face. Her brown eyes darted towards mine. "Why the fuck won't you leave?"

"I'm special." I sat down next to her, much to her disappointment. "I'm a very special person. I can't believe you don't know me."

"What are you, Santa Claus?" She downed her shot and called the bartender over for another.

"No. But I can make you my ho, ho, ho."

She actually smiled a little. So she likes puns. It made me smile too, for some weird reason. "Oh, fuck off." The smile dropped.

I stretched my hand out towards her. "I'm Rihanna. You know, made seven albums seven years in a row, international superstar, fashion icon?"

"Can't say that I've heard of you. Or care."

I was stunned by her unimpressed attitude. Who was she? "Are you also a celebrity or somethin'?"

"Nah. Sounds like a sucky life. Wouldn't do that to myself. I guess you would."

"I've got millions of fans, I'm super rich, and I'm so damn hot. I have no idea why you're acting like such a bitch."

"You're being a brat. I never wanted to talk to you in the first place." She downed another shot in one gulp. "Now will you go away?"

"No way, Go Away." I grinned at her, which made her smile back but quickly replaced it with an annoyed frown. "I want to know your name."

"Fine, then. 'M Riley."

"Riley what?"

She scoffed. "I'm not telling my full name."

"Why not, babe?"

Riley pursed her lips at the affectionate term, and squirmed in her seat. "Because you're annoying."