Jariana Short stories

♡ True Love

"Ariana, you look sexy as fuck!" Sarah smack my ass causing me to laugh. "Oh my gosh, stop!"
I pulled my hair over my right shoulder and stare at myself. I had a black lace dress on that hugged my body. For the first time ever I actually felt hot. "Let's go!" Sarah grabbed my hand and yanked me out the door. Her doing this I almost broke my fucking ankle. We made it to the car and I got in the passages as she got in the driver side.

She starts the car and pulls off. "Remember not to be shy have some fun." She smacked my chest. "I'm going to get fucking breast cancer if you keep hitting me in the chest!" I yelled at her. She lets out a loud laugh. I ignore her and stare out the window. A ten minute ride and we were at the local bar. I hope I don't see any idiots from high school. Sarah parked the car and quickly got out. I open the car door and carefully got out. "Move it faster woman." I walk over to Sarah and we lock arms.

We show the security our I.D. We open the door and the place reeked of alcohol and sweat. "Some guys or girls need to put on some deodorant. We walk straight to the bar. "Two shots of voloka." I looked at her like she was crazy. The bartender slid a shot into each of us. Sarah grabbed the voloka and took it in one gulp. I picked up the drink and sniffed it. This shit smells awful. "Stop worrying. Just drink it." I sighed "okay."

She was staring at me waiting for me to drink it. "What is that!" I said, pointing across the room. She gave me a confused look and turned around. I threw the drink behind me and quickly brought the cup to my lips. She turned around and crossed her arms. "I didn't see anything." I shrugged my arms "I thought I saw something." I sat the glass down. "Let's dance." Sarah grabbed my arm again and dragged me to the dance floor. She ended up leaving me so I went back to the bar.

I sat down at the bar. "You want something little lady." The bartender wiped his hands with a towel. "Just a glass of water would be nice." He smiled at me and grabs a glass and fills it with waterslidesslides it over to me. I turned around with my glass of water. I stare at the half drunk people on the dance floor. This is not my definition of fun. I would rather be at home reading a book or watching a scary movie. I took a sip of my water and my eyes scanned the room. My breath hitch as my eyes landed on a guy I thought I'd never see again. Justin Bieber. My crush in high school.

He's still hot as fuck. My eyes scanned his face. His jawline don't even get me started on his eyes. I could stare into them forever. His eyes meet mine and it feels like I can't breath. He gives me his famous smirk. I smile and stared down at my hands.

[Flashback]
For the first time I saw him. I was walking up the steps from class and he was walking down the steps. Our eyes meet and it's like time stopped. He was perfect. We walk past each oeye eye still locked until he's out my site.
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I hug my books tight as I walk down the hall. I bit my lip as I spot him from down the hall. His eyes already on me. We stare at each other as we walk down the hall. My heart literally pounding out of my chest as we get closer. He walks by me and I look away. My stupid shyness.
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"Okay, if I see him I will talk to him." I whisper to myself. I bit my lip and walk down the hall. My eyes scan the hallway for him. I sigh as I don't see him at all. Somebody grabbed my shoulder. "Hey girly" Sarah pops up next to me. "You scared me!" I hit her arm. She laughs and walks to her class. I look over and my breath hitches. It's like time went in slow motion. He was standing in the door frame. He walks out and we brush shoulders. Oh. My. God.
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[Flashback]
Let me remind you I never really talked to him before because I'm a shy person. I've only said hi to him, but that's it. He graduated high school and I haven't seen him since until now. I look up and he's right in front of me. "Hey." He spoke. His perfection.. "Hey, " I whisper. Don't be fucking shy. You're a 21 year old woman! He takes a seat next to me. "How's life going." He tries to start a conversation. I clear my throat. "Okay, I guess." We have a little conversation about college.