nicholas alexander chavez

001

The music was loud and the place was crowded. I told my girlfriends before that they shouldnt bring me to clubs. In fact, I hate clubbing. Its too noisy for me and every guy I meet in the club is a creep. This time is no different, so I sit and I observe silently in the corner giving every guy that even looks at me a dirt look back. As I carefully watch everyone, I spot a guy in a black polo shirt and black jeans. I look him up and down and then look away, Im not interested, he's dancing with some woman anyway.
I continue looking around but I catch myself looking at him again because now he's standing at the bar, one of his elbows leaning against the counter as he talks with the bartender. I can't help but stare at his face and then notice his shirt hugging his buff body. I feel the need to take another sip of my drink, so I do. I havent felt like this in a while and thats why I need it to stop, so I look away, grab my purse, and go to use the restroom.

I sit on the toilet seat with my head in my hands. This trip to the bathroom has made me realised Ive drank too many shots out of boredom sitting on that sofa all alone. I stand up and put my underwear back on. I open the stall door and take a glance at myself in the mirror, I almost forget to pull my dress over my thighs. As I push the bathroom door open, my bag slides off of my shoulder. "Fuck!" I exclaim out of frustration, Ive had enough today. I bend down to pick it up and put back anything that has fallen out. As im collecting my things I hear a voice "I saw you checking me out, youre not slick." I quickly look up, scares out of my mind who could possibly be annoying me again. "Excuse me?" I mumble as I pick myself up off the floor. Thats when I recognize him, the one man Ive actually been staring at. "Nicholas." He holds out his hand to shake mine. I blush, I dont even know if its me being drunk or being embarrassed but I feel it might be the two together. "Ella." I shake his hand, "And no I havent been staring at you, I just like to observe." I let go of his hand and try to play it off. He chuckles. I can't help but look at him up and down again, this time I notice his belt, its black but with a gold design, and hes holding on to it. I feel something in my stomach, like a knot tying. I look up again and his eyes meet mine. He has a slight smirk on his face and he seems to be observing my face. "You just did it again. Ella." Something about the way he says my name makes the knot in my stomach tighten. "Can I not just observe someone that has just come up talking to me?" My tipsy self adds a bit of sass this time, which I mightve not even intended to add. "Well excuse me, I got the wrong impression I guess" His smile fades and he turns to the mens restroom. I think Ive made him mad. What the fuck? Hes a stranger why should I care? I think I need to go find my friends and take a few more shots, Im going insane.