Delilah

Chapter 12

I didn't plan to come here tonight. But with only seeing her once, i feel the need to see her more. And that way, i will get her name. Or a mouth full of attitude, either one will do. I watched closely, as she sways her body to the music. It's not a routine that's controlling her no, it's the music that's controlling her. It's like her body automatically responds to the music and syncs with the rythm. It's a sight to fucking see!

It doesn't take long for her to acknowledge me. Her eyes scanned the room until they met mine. She didn't look away for a good 15 seconds, It's like your in a game, a don't blink game where you refuse to look else where, scared you'll lose. I watch as she makes her way over to the girl she was stuck to like glue when i first came in. They both glance towards me before they dance in motion gripping each other's hands. It doesn't take long for her to go back to her place and continue giving me a hell of a show.

The music stops and they both make their way off the stage into what i guess is the changing rooms. Whilst she's in there, i make my way over to the bar and wait for her to serve me a drink.

(10 minutes later)

My head shoots up from whatever gaze i was in from smelling that familiar vanilla smell. I watch closely as she moves her way to the end of the bar serving some old fat dude. She wipes her hands down her thighs repeatedly, she's nervous? Anxious? I know she's acknowledged me with the way shes refusing to look in my direction.  Brave girl she is. No one ever refuses to look at me, until now. I didn't realise how annoying it is , pleading for someone to look your way but knowing they clearly won't.

To my surprise, she looks at me, and is now walking towards me.

"What do you want?" The irritation in her voice is clear as day. But to why that is, is an understatement. I've been here for not even five minutes for fuck's sake.

"Kind service would be nice Belissimä" I can't help but smirk. The glare she puts on, is a lot off putting then i thought it would be. You'd expect sweet, innocent looking girls to have a cute little glare, but hers? no, that's the look you know to back away from, it's a glare my mom would give me when i was in shit and believe me, i would soon shut up after recieving it.

"you get what your given. Now, do you want a drink or are you just wasting my time?" ouch. she's no longer glaring at me, instead shes raising her eye brows and looking at me like the next thing to leave my mouth is going to be stupid.

"I don't waste time, let alone somebody else's. I'll have a double Bicardi and coke. Please" i lean on my right hand watching her intensly. You never know, she might put too many ice cubes in.. I just can't take my eyes off her. Who would, if you see a beautiful girl right in front of you, you know to get a few looks in.

She seemed a lot more anxious around me last week, but today she seem's annoyed and irritated that she doesn't care what and who shes speaking and saying to. But why? I don't know what's gotten into me. I've never gave a shit about girls, nor their feelings etc. I only use them for sex but this one, she's got something. She's got a spark that i don't think anyone sees through that sad face. I see her pain in her eyes, her emotions , i see the physical effects from this burden shes carrying . Curiosity consumes me of why she's covered in bruises. Yet normally, i couldn't give two fuck's.

She slides over a glass of Bicardi and coke , and holds out her hand waiting for me to hand her the money i'm guessing. I pass her a hundred dollar bill and tell her to keep the rest as a tip. it made her lips slightly curl into a smile, one that was covered with an emotionless face in seconds. If she need's money, god help i would give her twice as much as she needed just to see her smile. Her voice is angelic, i bet her smile is 10 times better. God what the fuck is going on with me!! No, i do not care about her smile, or her need's, or what the fuck is happening to her. I can't , it'll ruin everything if i get distracted by a fucking girl!

I know it was a bad idea coming here but i just couldn't help myself. But the thought of maybe being able to save her from what ever shes going through, brings ease and comfort, and the thought of her being able to do the same to me, causes feelings i didn't think i could feel. Maybe one date wouldn't hurt?

"what's your name?" i ask. She pauses for a moment clearly processing that i'm asking her a question.

"what's yours" If she let me, god what i'd do to punish her for speaking to me like this. I drop my head in defeat knowing she ain't gonna budlge until i do.

"Leanadro"

"Now what's your's Belissimä? She can't not tell me now.

She sighs, clearly aware that she has to tell me.

"Delilah" Pretty name for a pretty girl.

"I like it" Her lips slightly curl up again causing buttefly's to shoot right through my stomach. God i need her to smile.

"Go on a date with me" I know i shouldn't but what my heart is telling me, and my brain, are complete different things. And for once, ima listen to my brain.

"what?" Her voice has lowered down by a lot, shes looking at me, confused, like i have three heads.

I smirk. "Go on a date with me"

"You don't even know me" she spoke louder then what she did three seconds ago but she's right, i don't know her. But the whole point of a date, is to get to know each other.

"I can get to know you, if you go on a date with me. I don't bite" I think ill curl over with embarrassment if she says no, all girls throw themselves at me, every chance they get, i've never been told no by a girl. But this one seems like she's gonna say no and if she does then god help her because i'm not gonna leave her grumpy ass alone until she says yes.

"No, your attitude and snarky comments suck, you're little grin irritates me, yes your cute and what not but you also scare me and i don't do dates, they're a waste of time. So no, i will not go on a date with you."

Wow.. not what i expected. I can't remember the last time someone had me speechless. She's firery too i see. I sip the last of my drink and stand up, adjusting my sleeves. I turn back around to face her, watching as she tilts her head slightly to the side watching my every move. Her eyes, her perfect pumped lips, the faint freckles over her little button nose travelling to her rosy cheeks, shes so fucking beautiful and i bet she doesn't even realise it.

"I'll try again next week" I leave the bar with her speechless face imaged in my head perfectly. She's daft if she thinks i'm gonna give up that easily. No one says no to me. Ever. And I'm not about to let her be the first.