NEW EXPERIENCES (The Caroline Chronicles)

Chapter 3: The Clubber Girls Arrive

I walk across the room and realize that absolutely every male on the place turns around to face me. Actually, I am kind of used to boys looking at me at school and public places, but seriously, Italian guys are intimidating. I guess it's just my blonde hair, which may attract them, contrasting my dark laced tank top. Still, I find this situation extremely uncomfortable, so I start to fasten my step, to the point where I almost trip over a fallen black leather jacket. That would have been pretty funny, huh? I quietly start laughing at the image of myself falling backwards because of a stupid jacket. 😆

Coming back to the party, I make my way through the crowded dance floor, ignoring the usual rude comments, and, as I reach the bar, I order a couple of beers for Stef and I, pretending to have much experience in the whole "alcoholic drinking" area. The truth is, I started consuming alcoholic drinks only a couple of weeks ago, because before, I considered myself too young, and was extremely insecure. Yet, after experiencing the effects of alcohol in my body, I started to ignore the tiny voice in my head implying to stop ingesting that kind of drinks, since it was SO much fun!

A few minutes later, with our drinks in hand, we walk through the huge mass of people, dancing and jumping to the rhythm of one of my favorite songs, "Tsunami". As I hear the song is ending, I quickly grab Stef's hand and begin to run to the middle of the dance floor when I bump into someone, really hard. We both fall. I am a little dizzy right now. Trying to stand up, I feel a warm large hand at the small of my back, helping me come to my feet. Still, when I try to stand up, I literally fall onto this large body, which I can't actually see very well since my view is kind of blurry. But when I get to see who it is, my heart stops.

I hurriedly come to my feet, now cautious of my actions. I see Stef running to my opposite direction, knowing that she wants us to be alone.

"Hey, you alright?" he talks to my ear. I feel his breath at the side of my face, making my feet melt once more, becoming unsteady again. Yet, he holds me firmly, preventing me from falling backwards.

I try to speak, but not a single word is emitted from my mouth. I get lost in his intense brown eyes and realize that he looks far better than the other day at the pool's deck, which I thought was impossible. He's wearing a white v-necked shirt, which sticks to his built chest, dark loose jeans, and a big black leather jacket, which, when he gets closer, I realize it's the one I had almost tripped over moments ago.

Trying to focus on the conversation, I find myself kind of hypnotized with his coffee eyes and tanned face once again.

"Hey, hey. Earth to... Mm... girl I've just met. Are you still with me?" he repeats impatiently once more, waving a hand in front of my face.

As I quickly regain control, I answer, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thank you very much", with the fakest smile I can make up, since the truth is, the bump had hurt more than I realized at the time. I reach to touch my forehead, in the spot were it hurts the most, and, as I pass my delicate fingers through the surface of the injury, an unintentional wince draws on my face.

"You sure you're okay? Because you don't look like it. I can sure take you to the nurse, really. I have no problem" he rapidly adds, after seeing my discomfort.

I think about his request for a minute, with my heart actually melting because of his caring personality.

*Okay Caroline think. He is a boy you just met, are you really going to trust him on taking you to the nurse? I mean, really, the nurse? Is there any in the ship anyway? God knows were I can end up tonight. Well, we are actually on a ship so I suppose that I can't end up anywhere else than inside this place, but still*

"Yeah sure, thank you, again", my hormones act upon me. I would do anything to spend time alone with this perfect sexy god. Anything.

So, as we approach the exit door, I am aware of his hand on the far bottom of my back, which seems tiny comparing to his large hand. His gentle touch drives me insane, making me think situations that may happen tonight. Together and alone. What better?

Why am I here again? Oh yeah, my injury, I ask myself as we arrive to the nursing centre.

"What's your name, by the way?" he asks, as we sit down at the waiting room.

"Caroline, yours?".

"Brandon", he responds, with a small and discrete but sexy smile. "So... where are you from, clubber girl?"

"What?" I start laughing, trying to make my laugh sexy, although it turns out to be just like every day. I have a very particular laugh, which is similar to the sounds pig's make. It's not nice, I know, trust me. "Anyway, I am from USA, Connecticut to be exact. What about you?"

"Sure you are... I'm Italian... from Naples. And... You ARE a clubber girl, aren't you? Well, if you aren't, you seem like one" He adds.

I can't find the way to understand where is he trying to get. But I can't care less, he is hot, and we are alone. That's what matters right now. Anyway, Italian... interesting 😏, I think while I enter the nursing room and leave him behind.