All Over Her

Chapter 59: can't i catch a break

The karaoke club was mainly lit with string lights. They ranged from being multicoloured, fluorescent, some were just plain yellow light. The overhead lights were dim and you could barely see the people. All the tables were circular and there was only one large booth in the back so we tried to rush for it as discreetly as possible. I sat on the outside because being in makes me feel claustrophobic.
"Sooo who's singing first?" Ziggy smiled brightly. Her energy's been on one hundred all day and I got tired just looking at her.
"Why don't we get drinks first?" George offered, wrapping his arm around her.
He waved at a waitress for her to come by. She wore a white shirt, black pants, a black apron, and a high bun. She had auburn hair, at least it looked like that in the lighting. Her cheekbones were strong and she had very full lips. Her features reminded me of a cloud, she was a very pretty lady.
"Buonanotte, what will you all be having this evening?" She pulled out a note pad.
Cool, she's Italian, a minor thing to take note of but I always wanted to learn Italian so I paid attention to the pronunciation of her words. Strange? Maybe, but knowledge develops in various ways.
George started, "I'll have a beer and-" He pointed to Ziggy, "She'll have a Shirley temple."
"Alright, and for you?" She pointed to Harry.
"Long Island Iced tea please." He asked shyly which made me giggle to myself.
"I'll have a beer too." Fred said.
And finally I hadn't put much thought into my drinking so why not get something fun, "A strawberry margarita please."
"Grazie." She smiled, bringing her notepad over to the bar.
"Are they not gonna ID us?" I grabbed a straw from one of those holder things that diners usually have, for some reason they had one here too.
"I don't think they care honestly." Harry said, fixing his glasses.
"Also, ew beer." Ziggy added as she played with George's hair.
"What do you mean ew beer?" Fred sounded actually confused.
I jumped in, "She means ew, beer tastes weird."
"Nuh uh, it's an acquired taste Cas." George defended.
"Acquired by the time you're like forty-five and own a foreman grill with a kiss the cook apron. You boys are barely 18 yet."
"You'll get it when you're older Cas." Fred yawned as though he'd solidified a point.
"You both are ridiculous."
The waitress came back with our drink, she was very quick, another note that I kept in mind so that I make sure to tip her well before we leave.
The margarita was delicious, I know people say to be careful with those fruity drinks but I really didn't get why, they don't even seem that bad.

"SUMMER LOVIN' HAD ME A BLAAAST" I screeched into the mic beautifully.
I was fully convinced that I was giving that crowd the best show of their lives. I mean I sounded phenomenal. Like I should become a musician because I'm on a different level right now.
"MET A BOY CRAZY FOR MEEEEE" I have no clue who I'm even singing with I'm just fully zoned in at our table. Ziggy was swaying to my singing as George and Fred giggled. Harry was fully knocked out, I wanna say he had two long island iced teas and he clocked out pretty soon. I, on the other hand, have lost count of my margaritas. Irresponsible some may say, but my talents will make up for the difference.
"BUT OH! THOSE SUH-HUH-MER NIGGGHHHHTTTTSSSS!" Big finish with jazz hands, of course. There were a few claps from the crowd but it was mostly Ziggy, George, and Fred.
"YEAAAH ENCORE!" Ziggy yelled.
Fred whistled a few times but I kinda blocked it out because it was too loud. I looked to my left to see a boy, he seemed around my age, giving me his hand to help me down from the stage. He looked so much like Mattheo. Like so much. I felt like my vision was distorted and I had to be in some kind of dream. But my heart just stopped.
"I think we sounded pretty good together." I took his hand to step down.
What are the chances I sang with a Mattheo lookalike? "Yeah, I did sound pretty good."
He laughed to himself, "I'm Niccolo."
"Cas. I'm Cas." I felt my cheeks get hot. I stared at him intensely. I felt like I was imagining Mattheo in front of me. Fuck they looked so similar.
"That's a beautiful name."
"Thank you."
"Would you... like to talk somewhere more private?"
"Uh..." SAY SOMETHING CASSIE! "Yes, sure."
I followed him to the corner of the club, the lights got dimmer and we were in a little area next to the bathrooms. We were surrounded by plants, covered in red light.
"I've never seen you here? Just visiting?"
"Yeah I'm home for holiday."
"You go to school around here?" I couldn't tell if he was a muggle. You'd like to assume everywhere you go is a wizard bar but just to be safe.
"I get it, worried right? I go to Durmstrang so it's okay."
I relaxed a bit more, "I go to Hogwarts."
"Ah, posh lot aren't you all." He smiled to himself as if he was funny.
"Not at all actually." I sounded more annoyed than I wanted to.
"Hm.. you're very pretty."
"Nice apology."
"Does that mean you'll accept it?"
I think those margaritas were really hitting because it's like he morphed even more like Mattheo. He even sounded like him. Without thinking, I crash my lips into his. At first I felt so relieved. To be kissing someone that I knew wasn't Mattheo felt so freeing. His lips were soft and he kissed me deeply. I felt his hands move to my waist and I needed to be touched personally so badly. Yet I felt so horrible. I'm wishing it was Mattheo and I'm just kissing this guy as a replacement. I was filled with guilt instantly.
I push back. "Listen... I'm so sorry-"
Suddenly a fist connects with his jaw. I jump back and see Fred jumping on top of him.
"FUCK FRED COME ON!" George and Harry pulled him off of Niccolo.
"Jamie are you alright?" Ziggy brushed my hair out of my face.
"Yeah.. Yeah I'm fine."
Fred shakes off George and Harry, "Let go of me guys." He said sternly.
I go to help Niccolo.
"Cas what are you-"
"Shut the hell up Fred."
And he did. Niccolo had blood coming from the corner of his mouth. He felt his jaw. He licked the blood from the side of his mouth and smiled.
"I should've known a girl this gorgeous had a boyfriend."
"I'm not her boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend." Fred and I say our sentences simultaneously.
He wiped the blood off his mouth with his hand, "Well, it was nice to meet you Cas."
I saw our waitress run over to us frantically. She grabbed Niccolo by the collar and smacked him upside the head.
"Vaffanculo Niccolò! A bar fight? Really?"
He smirked, "Perdoname Mamma but it wasn't much of a fight."
She rolled her eyes, pushing him away from us. He adjusted his shirt and winked at me as he walked away. He doesn't look much like Mattheo anymore.
"I'm sorry but I will have to ask you all to leave." She looked so ashamed.
I frantically grabbed my purse from Ziggy and grabbed all the cash I had. She did the same thing.
We handed it to the waitress, "We completely understand, we're so sorry."
She smiled weakly, "Thank you..." She pointed towards the door.
I was fucking livid.