FICKLE HEART

Fickle The Fuck Out

There was so many people here! It looked like the whole town was at the pub tonight. Boisterous laughter echoed in the greasy air. Rumblings of voices everywhere. A poem was coming to my mind and suddenly it dawned on me that I left my notebook on the kitchen counter. Then horror drained the blood from my face recalling it was in presence of Elon. For some soul crushing reason, I knew he wouldn't leave it lying there. I wanted to turn back and see if it was still there but Rachel grabbed my hand as she waved at someone.

The notebook had to wait. It would seem silly out loud. I follow her, gazing at the direction she was taking us. I follow her eyes and I see she is leading us to a booth. There were several people sitting down. Having drinks in their hands or bottles of ice cold beer sitting on green napkins. There were baskets of fries and nachos in the centre.

As we reach, I am standing in front of six people. "Guys, this is Kiera King! Keira, this is everybody."

I give a wave but I hear a scoff. "Wow, Rachel! Everybody is not our names, for your kind information." A dark haired lady with dark features who looked like she could be part of the Regina George gang in Mean Girls. However, she gave me a dazzling smile. "Hi I'm  Sherry Oakland. Beside me is Jerry, Caleb, Tate, Aurora and Mindy." I smile at each of them. The one who was Tate watches me with a peculiar interest. Her hair was in waves. Her skin glowed. I had a feeling she was an actress.

"Let's get you something to drink. We will be back." Sherry screams at me, taking my hand from Rachel. I don't mind being dragged here and there. It's fun to be wanted. I give a humorous laugh at Rachel who mockingly glares at Sherry. 

When we reach the bar stand, a weird sort of terror takes over me as Sherry starts calling out the bartender. I try very hard to keep it in me but Sherry was observant. "What's the look for?"

I play dumb. "What look?"

"Like you saw a ghost." Her fingers make a circular motion to my face. I debate whether I should share it and weirdly I let it out. I narrate the incident that took place in the train ride over here. Sherry listened raptly.

She scoffed again. "Psh! What a fucker! If I was there with you, I would have beaten the shit out of him for you." I laugh at that, my head flipping back.

"Wow you have really nice laugh, Keira." I almost say thanks when my eyes find green glaring intense ones across the bar. Elon sat in the corner booth with two more people. For some odd reason, the other guy sitting opposite Elon reminded me of Sylvester. Same build and hair. It gave me a trail of anxiety blazing through me. Noting my hateful gaze, Sherry chuckled. "I'm guessing you met the one and only."

I glance back at her. "One and only? Is that what they call Elon here?"

"The guy is big deal around these parts. You know he owns the place right?" She was cut off when Sam the bartender asks for her order. She quickly says something. I am aware that she ordered for me which I didn't mind. Even though it wasn't whiskey and coke. I am adaptable.

I glance at Elon again. This time Tate was sitting on his lap as he leaned in, kissing her neck. I watch it with a mixed feeling. She giggles in his arms, his fingers were tight over her thighs. I remove my gaze quickly.

"So where was I? Yeah so Elon is the big bad wolf. I don't talk to him much but ohh-" Her eyes travel to where Tate was busy sucking his tongue down. "- yeah Tate and Elon are like always hooking up. They are like the will-they-won't-they couple." She hands me a very purple drink and I eye it carefully. We walk back to the booth and I seat beside Sherry as she continues to tell me more about Elon. "Like I said, I don't talk to him that much but I think Caleb knows him more than I do. Right Caleb?"