Jaileen.
Some kids were lucky enough to have caring parents, parents that loved their children to death, but I wasn't so fortunate.
I never got attention, which caused me to go to the wrong places to find it. So here I was, a seventeen year old runaway in a nightclub looking for a man. A man to love me.
By looking at me, you'd think I was at least 21. The midnight blue dress I wore that showed every single one of my curves, fit tightly, but not too tight. A few guys stared at me hungrily, but I had my eyes set on one guy. A guy in the back of the club. He stood out to me, he wasn't wearing loads of ice, like these other guys, to show he had money. The Jesus piece that hung around his tattooed neck shone brightly in the lights from the dance floor, along with his nose ring.
His yellow skin looked perfect with the all white attire he wore and the dad hat that sat upon his head.
Can he get anymore perfect? I thought to myself.
Although he was appealing to the eye, there was still something that seemed a little off about him.
He lifted his head, locking eyes with me. A smirk played upon his lips as he made his way over to me.
Shit. I mentally cursed myself out. What should I do?
Nervousness took over me while I looked away, playing with my fingers.
I felt a presence sit beside me but I was too nervous to look up. My head was lifted involuntarily by his index finger. His face displayed a smile and I couldn't help but do the same.
"I've seen you checking me out the whole night ma." He spoke, making me blush. "But I've checking you out too. You're very beautiful, what's your name?"
He took one of my hands into his never diverting his gaze elsewhere. His brown eyes looked into mine and I wanted to die right there.
Can he get any cuter?!
"J–Jaileen. My name is Jaileen."
"Pretty name. I'm Chris." He said introducing himself.
Chris was a really nice person, but there was something about him that just gave me butterflies in my stomach.
We talked for a while, until I looked at the time.
"Uh, it's getting really late, I should be going now." I explained.
He agreed, standing up.
"But before you go, can I get your number?" he quizzed.
"Of course not." I scrunched my face up.
"Oh." Was all he said with a hint of disappointment on his face.
"I'm playing Chris!" I giggled, pushing him playfully. "You should've seen your face!"
He chuckled lightly too, while we exchanged numbers.
"Don't forget to text me!" he reminded me, jokingly.
"Oh, boy please you'll be lucky if I even remember you!" I teased.
"Trust me, I'm sure you'll remember me."
