Sofian
"Co to kurva bylo?," Nik says with anger in his voice.
(What the fuck was that?)
"Proč jsme je sem brali, když je hned pustíme? Hráblo ti už?," He continues while grabbing me by my shoulder to make me turn my face to his.
(Why did we take them here if we let them go? Are you nuts?)
I shake off his hand of me. I stand back to him and I look outside. I can see the two girls quickly leaving the hotel.
"Nešahej na mě," I respond with venom in my voice.
(Don't touch me.)
With that I make my way to the bathroom.
Cold water is hitting my body and I try to calm myself down but that nervous feeling inside me persists.
Why the hell do I care about that girl?
I exit the shower after some time, I get ready and head to another club in Tampa city.
I ignore Dominik's calls and text messages.
I just want to be left alone.
I just want to get rid of this horrible feeling.
My phone starts ringing. With whiskey glass in my hand, I look at the screen of my phone.
Táta.
Oh right, dad is calling me.
I sigh and pick my the call. I have to. He's scary enough to leave me terrified of him for as long as I can remember.
"Ano?," I say.
(Yes?)
"Jak jde práce? Už máš hotovo?," he says coldly.
(How's work? Are you done already?)
"Jo, je," I answer.
(Yes, it is.)
"Fajn, doufám, že se ti tam líbí. Zůstaneš tam dýl," he says and I almost spit out my drink.
(Fine, I hope you like it there. You're staying there longer.)
Lost for words, I try to respond.
But it's too late. He has already ended the call.
Not a How are you? Not a I love you.
Not ever in my life.
I order more drinks and I catch eyes of a girl looking at me seductively.
I grin and I down one of my drinks.
She makes her way to me.
She is ginger and she has tight red dress on.
She came here with only one purpose.
"Hello, darling," she says while her fingertips trace my chest. I look at her. I feel drunk and that's exactly what I needed.
"Do you need some company?," she whispers in my ear.
I take her by the waist and kiss her passionately. That stupid feeling is almost gone.
"Yeah, yeah. I do," I answer as we make our way to somewhere with more privacy.
. . .
I wake up with her laying on my chest - naked.
I look around to see we are back in my hotel room. I get up without trying to wake her up.
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MÉTIS
Teen FictionThe story of two people getting intertwined with each other even though not one wants to. Métis Castellanos - an American with Greek roots - is an orphan living with her friend Claire in an old apartment complex reserved to the lower social classes...