A set of electric blue eyes glare at me in my full length mirror behind my bathroom door. I look at my full appearance, my hair tumbles down my back in waves untamed (as usual) with hair redder then my blood. A black off the shoulder dress, with a dip in the back and Lacy top cut. My C cup breast exposed way to damn much for my liking. It curves down fitting the curve of my butt (I grudgingly admit ) perfectly and ending mid thigh. 6 inch stilletos ,and my now decorated blood red lips are turned in a sneer at my appearance.
"NYLE THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'M GONNA SAY THIS!GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW, BEFORE I BANG DOWN THIS DAMN DOOR AND DRAG YOU OVER MY SHOULDER!" My best friend, and may I add only friend Clair ,of 10 years, vociferated through the door.
I ambled towards the door , plastering a smirk on my face , I opened the door to be invited in with a very pissed off, 5'2 framed Claire. Her blond hair cut chin length is straightened. She has on a emerald green dress that matches her eyes with thin straps and a dip showing a generous amount of clevage. Silver heels that match in perfect and a natural touch to her makeup.
I stare her up and down for a second until I can't hold in my laugh anymore. "What.....(breath ) ..... how?....(breath ) hahahaha. "
"I could've knocked down the door if I wanted to. " she pouts like a child.
"Says the girl who takes the meaning "wouldn't kill a fly" to a whole new meaning. " I smile at her
"Well your not a fly..." she trails off smirking " Now let's go out already you need have fun and I need a new man so , let's go!" She tells me sternly.
"Okay ,okay. " I concede trying to be a good best friend. I know I'm amazing, Sue me.
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We make it to the pub and the massive wave of people pull us ,and automatically a sense of chlostraphbia hits me ,I could be watching reading a book or studying but nooo.'You need fun' she says 'you have no life ' she tells, 'your gonna be a lonely cat lady that kids taunt' she warns . Her tugging me snaps me from my thoughts.
Claire weaves through the crowd with my hand in hers and waves through the crowd of people with ease. While me, I feel as if I'm in the middle of a fight against master splinter and master shifu.
We make it to the bar we're a guy of 22 or 23 is bar tending. His eyes are a hazel that holds nothing but seduction and with light brown hair and the physique of a God. "Hello ladies " he drawls in a husky voice "what can i get you " his eyes gaze over both me and Clair's bodies a little to slow for my liking. But Clair eats it all up and pushes her breast over the counter and I fear they may just tumble over and out. " whatever you have to offer" she looks him over just as slow. He smirks and saunters off to do whatever it is that she asked for.
"That was not strange at all, nope what just went down was that he basically had to over the bar hanging from one of the taps with your legs spread eagle while he..."
"Shut up!" She giggles pushing my shoulder. Thanks to the fact that I am not a pro at heels I almost topple over,breaking my ankles, luckily I catch myself. Yet what does my dear 'friend ' do? Laughs like a maniac getting us strange looks from others.
Sexy eyes (oh how clever am I?) comes over and hands Claire her drink " this, my dear, is the magical penis" Clair's eyes bug out of her eyes and her eyebrows bypasses her hairline. At this point I'm the one who gets the laugh but it's cute short when Porno smirk ( point two for the girl) says, " And for you Redheaded slut." I nearly choke on my own spit. Me and Clair look at each other and laugh hysterically. "Bottoms up! " we shout together.
By the time we leave the bar area we have tried, the angry german, anus burner,the rainbow shot,passed out nakrd on the bathroom floor,the Lindsay lohan, and stewies domination .
The edge is away from any stress of
World and I feel free, not drunk but tipsy to the point of calm. We move to the dance floor and begin to twerk to Juckso by, Adonia. Guys begin to swarm us and I feel hands on my hips, I look back to see a cute blond preppy boy behind me smirking, I smirk back and not even a complete minute into the song, preppy is knocked away from me.
I spin around and see him on the floor holding a hand to his bloody mouth looking scared out of his mind. The kind of fear you would thing you would see in the eyes of someone when Jesus walks the earth again. When I turn I realize the guy standing over him and do a triple take ,because if the gut at the bar was a symbol of God then this guy here was sculpted to be a God.
He has pitch black hair that could have been thought as blue, his back was broad but lean and the silk button up shirt,rolled up to the forearms clung to fit him perfectly. My eyes travel down to a pair of RE 5620 G-Star Elwood Japan 3D Loose Tapered Jeans the hugged him like a glove. With a pair of black doc Martin's that seem to be a size 13 at least, and we all know the saying... big feet for a big....
"Nyle!" I'm snapped out of my thoughts by Clair looking at me bewildered. That's when I realize that the music has stopped and this Greek legends very capable looking hands are lifting preppy off the ground like he's lint and looks like he's going to fling him, and that's when the anger sets in.
How dare he! To come out of no we're trying to beat the living crap out of someone that I personally didn't say to. Trying to ruin my one night of forgetting now he comes out of no we're and screws it all off! Well screw this.
"Put. Him. Down. now. " I say with as much anger that I feel and glare electric bolts at this idiot. Any whisper that was left in the crowd fades and it's deathly silent.
He turns and I see the most magnificent colored coral blue eyes I have ever seen. In them I see confusion before he mask it ,threatens me with the slit of his eyes. "No." He states simply and that one word is what makes me loose it.
I move faster then the speed of light and snap his wrist back, not enough to break but to cause pain, he holds on to preppy for 3 more seconds before letting go and grabbing my wrist with his next hand, pushing me to pin me against the wall. He looks back at the crowd
" mind your f#cking business. " he states and the music starts up while the crowd disperses like magic.
He turns around and our breaths mingle while we stare into each other eyes. A loud cough behind him breaks the trans ,"lets go" I say , he dies and backs away. I squeeze past him and go with Clair back by the bar to cool off.
"What the hell just happened?" She ask with a dumbfounded look and I truly don't know. I just shrug and look down with a frown and crease between my brow.
When I look up Clair has moved on to the next subject and flirting with some guy who I can only get the back of his body which seems to be almost in as much shape as the asshole except his hair is light red. Clair looks past his figure at me with knowing eyes, while I role mine. I start looking around to see if the asshole left.
"Looking for me? " A husky arrogant tone whispers by my ear. I turn around transfixed for a second on his eyes but quickly snap out of it. I turn around a yawn making the mistake of poking out my breast but just dismiss it and continue, " do you truly believe that?" I ask with a bored tone.
" So I'm not gonna get a thank you for saving your pretty little ass back there?" He states with a tint of confusion.
"Stopping my night to rip the tip of the next mans penis off will help? "
I raise an eyebrow
"I stopped him from taking advantage of you on that dance floor." His jaw clenches and he's getting angry again
"I wouldn't have minded he wasnt bad looking, actually really cute,good physique , oh and from what I could feel, not to bad if I say so myself "
I tell him while trailing my finger to said down his rock hard chest that feel amazing.
He growls and whispers low " you wanna play or do you wanna just scream?"
"Hmmmm" I act as if I'm pondering the question. I grab him through his pants and lean to whisper in his ear seductively " big boy, and I do mean big, you couldn't handle me if it would be to save your last breath."
I let go and grab Clair from her seat completely ignoring the guy standing there and strut out of the pub like I own the place, waving goodbye to Mr.cocky.
YOU ARE READING
Hope
Humor"It's ALL your fault! NONE of this would have happened if it wasn't for you! " My mother screeches at me adding all the venom she can into that last word. " He loved ME! " She continues her rant. "He would be AlIVE! But you KILLED him. MY husband...
