I had to have her.
That badass-looking girl at Starbucks, I just had to have her.
I clutched my cell phone in my hand, looking at the most recent note I'd made. Her license plate number. I'm not crazy, but it was the only thing I would ever get to use if I couldn't see her again.
And I had to see her again.
I sighed and looked at the time tick forwards. I didn't think she would call me, but I was hoping she would. I sat on my bed, as now I was at home in my flat. I took a drink from my coffee- black- and lay down. I was exhausted.
I soon fell asleep, thinking of what it would be like to get her alone. I could bet anything she's wild in bed. I wished I had gotten her number.
A few hours later I woke up to my phone ringing. I jolted awake, hoping it was her. No such luck.
"Hello, Lou." I answered into the phone to my best friend.
"Haz," he said. "Meet me at the boardwalk in five minutes. I have someone you would like to meet..?" He said.
"Louis, if its a girl I'm not interested." I said. I had one to focus on, one I had to find. Ugh. Louis would be out all night, I supposed, so I decided to go to a club for a bit. I had just turned twenty-one, so I didn't need the fake ID anymore, I could use my own. I drove there in my mustang after putting on dark jeans and a black tee shirt with my dark converse and leather jacket. Stepping inside, I walked directly to the bar and took a shot of whiskey. It burned my throat, but I took a second one. I could feel the adrenaline and alcohol flooding my system, and I knew I was about to have a good night.
