Two Night Stand

Chapter 5

"Your now
is not your forever"
- John Green

I haven't stopped anxiously touching my bracelet for the whole time it took me to get here.

I constantly keep debating whether I want to turn around and go back home or that's the least place I want to be right now.

Is this Nicole prettier than me? Actually smarter? Skinnier?

I look down to myself.

I wasn't fat or anything like that, in fact over these last months I had forgotten to eat way too often, so I had lost half of my boob size and a little bit from my ass too. Some days you could see my ribs poking out. I was skinny, but not the model type of skinny. More like the girl who is so lost she's given up skinny.

I'm sure this is not what guys want.

Me.

I try to get my hair in one place, since last night I couldn't be bothered to straighten them and now the curls were flying in my ears and mouth.

I get my curly hair from my father and that is the reason why I always straighten it.

"Lady, are you going in or are you trying to ruin my mood?" I hear a voice behind me, which makes me get startled.

"Um, excuse me!" I awkwardly cough and try to give a smile to this guy, who looks very annoyed by me already.

Suddenly his facial expression changes and he tries to style his styled hair even more with his hands.

It looks so full of gel that not even a hurricane could ruin it.

"No, excuse me!" He says and winks at me.

I cringe, but try not to let it show.

I don't want to upset him.

So I step aside, letting him move past me.

"A girl like you shouldn't be in there alone." He says to me, showing me his veneers.

So he is rich. Free drinks?

"Has there been any bad reports about this place? I don't think I have heard anything!" I ask, sounding more anxious than how I should be.

If so, I am not coming here anymore!

"I will protect you, don't worry." He says, half grinning, half clenching his jaw to show his already sharp as a knife jawline.

I can tell now that he is being sarcastic.

I think most guys take this as me acting dumb intentionally trying to portray myself innocent, which is somehow sexy for them, but I genuinely just don't understand a lot of things.

Sure, I am smart - at school, at work, but when it comes to real life, I have not much of experiences and not much of confidence, and overall I get anxious over every little small thing.

"Shall we go?" He asks, nodding in the direction of the main entrance.

I can hear the music blasting every time someone opens the door.