OLD LOVE

Chapter 1

      I slowly lifted the eighth can of beer and put it to my mouth, letting it slowly consume every taste bud existent in my body. In the end of the day, I couldn't care less what happens to me. Yes, I know I'm only a twenty-four year old woman and there's lots to come my way. But damn! Why does everything have to be so difficult? Or am I just that weak that I can't deal with things? But it doesn't matter. For now, I'll be sitting in this bar enjoying each and every one of these beers until I lose conscious.

"If your goal is to get drunk, you should drink something stronger. Like this." I quickly turn in my seat to see the most handsome man I have seen in my life. White as snow, hair as dark as coal, very tall and strong, and the most hypnotizing eyes as blue as the ocean. He just stud there, smiling down at me, while I must be looking like a complete idiot unable to speak.

When I finally decide to move, I notice he's holding a glass of...vodka? I'm not very good with drinks so I may not be sure.

"No thank you... Stranger. I'm not interested" I quickly say, turning back around and drinking my beer. But instead of leaving, he just takes a seat beside me!

I eye him up and down, trying to seam bad ass. But I don't think it works since he starts laughing before saying "sorry, my name is Maximilian but you could call me Max. And I'm not trying to kill you, just wanted to share a drink." Well that's not something you tell somebody you just met.

He sticks his hand out but I just stare at it, not moving a muscle. He may be Hot and everything, but doesn't he notice I'm not all that interested? All I want is to be left alone, with my beer and my thoughts.

I ignore his hand and take another sip of my drink. I hear him sigh, pretty dramatically since I heard it over the loud music. I just continue to ignore him keeping my eyes on the bartender.

"I guess you don't really like meeting new people. I just wanted to be nice and share a drink, and maybe if I'm lucky enough I could obtain your num..."

"Your right. I don't like meeting new people. Especially people that come to distract my me time. Also no, you will not be lucky enough to obtain my number tonight. So If you will please continue passing your night trying to flirt with someone else, that would be great!" I say looking him straight in the eyes.

I could see the way his eyes lit up like lightbulbs. Why the hell was he amazed? I just pretty much sent him to hell nicely and he's smiling? I am positive this guy is a psychopath. The more he smiles the angrier I get. Can he just leave!!

He slowly got up picking up his drink and walking away. All the time, never taking his eyes off me. I watched as he walked back to a group of people. I guess those are his friends. I saw girls dancing on girls, people making out and other inappropriate things to do at a bar. The more I watched, the more disgusted I got. I quickly finished up my last beer. Feeling a little light headed, I made my way to the exit. The only good thing about the situation is that I live just three blocks away.

I step out of the bar, feeling my lunges fill up with fresh air and letting the cool breeze hit my body, and I started making my way home. Thinking of this past year, this horrible year, full of deception, sadness, lost. A year that I wished just never happened. Because of all these disgrace is that I'm back here, in the streets of New York City. Before I knew it, I was home. I enter the key to my apartment letting the door swing open. The first thing I see are these two naked couple getting at it on the living room couch!

"What the actual fuck is going on here?!" I say louder than expected, making these people jump and try to cover up.

"Oh darling! Your home early. I wasn't expecting you to be home for another two hours or so..."

"So that gives you permission to start fucking a random guy on my couch?" They just giggle. They're giggling like stupid high school students! Can my night get any worse?

I ignore my mother and her random hookup and speed walk to my room, letting the door close loudly. I take off my jacket, letting it fall to the ground and throw myself on the bed. Letting myself lose my thoughts on my blue ceiling. Blue, ocean blue. Maximilian... Why on earth am I thinking about a psychopath, possibly a serial killer stranger?! I mean, who randomly decides to give a random girl like me a drink? He was surrounded by beautiful women for God's sake!

I get up and make my way to my bathroom deciding to take a very cold shower to shake these thoughts off. As I'm finishing up I hear my phone ring. I walk to it to see Sophia calling me. So I quickly answer it at the same time I get dressed.

"Laila, where are you? I thought we were going to get together at the cafe at nine?!" she screamed through the phone.

I looked at the time and saw that indeed it is just nine o'clock now. In an hour I drank more than ten beers. Yeah, that could intoxicate me. And that's when I remembered, I went to the bar to kill time to wait for my best friend!

"Fuck, Sophia! I forgot you were going."

"That's quite normal in you. But this time I won't let it pass. So get your ass to the cafe now!" she hung up.

I groan really not wanting to go out. I just wanted to go to bed. But if my ass isn't in the cafe in 10 minutes, all hell will be loose. I put on a tight white sweater, black high pant and boots. I let my hair be free and wet and walked out of the house, ignoring completely the moaning going on in the living room.

I quickly spotted my best friend sitting at a table drinking a coffee. I just went and sat down.

"Laila. Do people ever tell you, you look more than horrible?" I see her green eyes examining me and she's not happy with my appearance.

"Sorry Sophie. I'm just tired." She pretty much noticed since her eyes quickly softened. She nodded and continued to talk about any topic that came to mind. That's exactly why she's my best friend, always understanding.

We passed hour's just laughing, eating, drinking and remembering old hilarious memories. When all of a sudden the café's door swings open, letting in a group of people. In that group of people, he stood out and my body froze.

"Laila? Is something wrong? Sophia looked at me worried, when she quickly turned around to see what I was seeing. "Do you know them?" she asked after a few seconds.

"The one in the white dress shirt, he asked for my number in the bar a while ago." I could hear how Sophia almost chocked on her own saliva before saying.

"And please for all that is good in the world, tell me you gave it to him."

"No, I did not." I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He yet hasn't noticed I'm here and hopefully he doesn't.

"Damn it Laila Lisbeth, why the hell not?!! I mean look at him, he looks like a damn angel fallen from heaven. It is time you meet new people! It has been almost a year, you have to get over Fabi... OUCH!" I kick her on the knee so she could shut up.

"I am not ready. It is my decision, not yours Sophia" I answered pretty harshly. But people can't decide when I can or can't meet new people. It's my feelings and it still hurts. She looks pretty hurt as well but she always tries to push me to do things.

"Fine, than don't let me help." She sat there not saying a word drinking her coffee.

I saw him pay for his drink and turn towards the door. All his friends were outside now, having an awesome time. As he reached them they started walking again. As he passed my window, he looked straight at me. His eyes full flirt nous, smiled and walked away. All this time he knew I was here!! Jesus, he is a psychopath! I turn back to my best friend that is looking directly at me, smiling into her cup.

"Don't you dare say a word"

"Oh no! I wasn't even thinking about saying anything." She laughed.

We decided to spend the night at my house. All the way home I only wished for two things:

1- Never to see Maximillian again in my life and

2-not to find naked asses in the living room.