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Class had been just as boring as any other day. The only difference was that Bri who used to accompany the seat next to mine was now sitting on the opposite side of the room latching herself onto Lance without a care to anyone who could be watching them. It was hard to keep my eyes focused on the lecture when every now and then a snicker or giggle would come from them practically fucking in the seats. I scoffed in annoyance and relief when the professor had finally dismissed us to go, ending my day of boring classes. It was Friday and that meant that most of my friends would be at a club tonight. That's how the weekends worked. Fridays at a club getting drunk, Saturdays at a party getting drunk, Sunday wishing we hadn't gotten drunk. It was always the same careless routine.

I made my way out of class as quickly as possible to avoid any awkward run-ins with Lance or Bri. Today I got lucky. I made it to my car in no time and threw my things in the passenger seat. Thinking about where I wanted to eat for an earlyish dinner. The nightclub was bound to be beyond full tonight and I was going to end up there inevitably so I might as well go now.

As I pulled up into the driveway I decided to sit in my car for awhile and just scroll through my phone. As I was on Instagram my heart plummeted just a little bit. There Bri was kissing Lance feverishly in a picture that really didn't belong on social media. It shouldn't have hurt. Just like it shouldn't pain me to see them fondling with each other 20 feet away from me, but I just couldn't help it. It did hurt. I did feel like crap. And I didn't know what to do about it besides drink away my thoughts and maybe get laid since I didn't succeed in that last week. What if I see her here again tonight? That one mysterious girl. Selena. That was a rather uncommon name, but it was captivating nonetheless.

I got out of my car in a haste now realizing how hungry I actually was and walked into the bar to order some food before dinner time was over. As I sat in the stool closest to the wall  I heard a low grunt coming from the women working behind the bar. Overlooking it, I pulled the menu in front of my face to avoid any interaction with other people besides whoever my waiter would be.

The club itself was very modernized but also had a antique feeling with the brick wall behind the bar. It was a very clean, pristine club. When you walked into the club the bar was on your left stretching across the whole wall and on the right side of the room was a large dance floor elevated off the floor and chandeliers hanging over it, booths and tables scattered around it.

I already knew what I wanted. I sat patiently as I observed that there was only one person on duty behind the bar. She was cleaning the chiller on the other side and mopping the floor afterwards. Usually there was more than one person working behind the bar, but maybe it was just her since it wasn't exactly 'rush hour' at the club. I noticed the way her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail on top of her head freeing a few pieces along the side of her face. She was kinda short which was funny because her hips barely reached the top of the counter. When I saw her face it was full of frustration and disgust. I chuckled quietly to myself before realizing that I recognized her. The one I saw last weekend. The different one. Selena.

selena

I hate my job. I fucking hate it.

Why do people feel as if its ok to spill a concoction of some type of rum soda on the floor and just leave it there? This is beyond disgusting. There are bugs crawling all over this bar and people still drink here. How in the hell does no one get the taste of roach pee in their drinks?

I started my shift only half an hour ago and I already want to quit. Again. It isn't even 7 yet and by the time everyone gets here for tonight I'm going to be swamped. Why they put me working the bar shift all on my own? Beats me. It's like they want to lose business. I can hardly reach the counter and now I have to run around like a maniac till 2 in the morning without any help, to serve belligerent people drinks that they are only going to throw up later. I make sure to groan loudly when I hear someone sit in a bar stool. I hate when people come eat dinner here. Its a club. Why would you want to eat dinner in a club where sweaty people come to throw up all over the floor and have sex in every possible corner? I need to talk to my manager about withdrawing this whole 'dinner before the party' deal.

I set aside my cleaning supplies and tidy around the bar until it looks decent enough that half drunk people wouldn't notice. After re-tying my hair I grab my little booklet and head in the direction of the bar stool with someone sitting on it.

It's that boy. Man I should say. The one that attempted to hit on me last weekend at this exact club. He's staring right at me. It's like he doesn't notice me looking at him because he doesn't drop his gaze on me. I take the time to look over his features. He has silky curly brown hair that only touches his ears, a jaw so sharp it could cut air, lips so pink and plump that I- that I don't want to finish that thought. And his eyes. His eyes are mesmerizing, they look clear as if I could see right through them, and busy as if blocking me out so I wouldn't retain any more information. They seem to be green, but I can't know for sure because they also look blue. I can't seem to stop myself from looking straight into them as they look straight back at me. The green is my new favorite color, I decide. They are beautiful. How did I not see any of this before? Damn. He's Hot.

Once I stop long enough to make sure I'm not drooling I look back up at him to see him smirking right at me as he caught me in my daze. My cheeks begin to heat up as I become flustered and drop my booklet onto the floor.

Dammit.

I struggle to pick it up but once I do I just lay it back on the counter finding no use for it anymore as there is only one person to take an order for.

"Hey again. Uhm what can I get you?"
It's really hard to keep my composure when he's staring into my eyes so intently.

"Oh, yeah right. I would like the bacon burger, with no ketchup at all please."
Wow. what kind of accent is that. I hadn't noticed it last weekend. His voice is soft and deep. Practically velvet. Just from those few words I would want to hear him speak all night.

Ok. Selena you can stop now. This is more than unnecessary. I seriously can't help it. His face is mesmerizing. Godly even. Shit, maybe I should call someone to distract myself from his watchful gaze. I can't help that my eyes fall to his lips once more. The fullness of them seeming unreal. I hear someone nagging me but I can't seem to keep my self from day dreaming. His lips start moving, but I have no idea what he says until he snaps in my face.

"Excuse me?" He keeps on snapping centimeters from my eyes to attempt to draw me from my daze.

"Sorry, what were you saying?" I snap myself out of it and refocus my gaze elsewhere. Maybe his ear?

"I asked for a water, but you seemed to caught up to notice. What's so captivating love?" He whispered in my ear, smirking at me.

"Um, nothing sorry. So water and a bacon burger?" I ask in a frantic rush. This guy is way intimidating.

"Yes please, and no ketchup on the burger." He asks once more.

"Okay. Got it" I send him a light smile and walk away composing myself once again.

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Hello again!
So I decided to do a double update because I want everyone to have some more structure to sort of see what the story is like. I do realize that both of these chapters are kind of short but I promise you they will get a lot longer soon. Please spread the word about my story so I can see all the incredible feed back. Incase you were wondering I imagine a 2013 Harry for this book but obviously the longer the book gets the longer Harry's hair grows lol. But anyways i hope your enjoying the story so far even with so little of the story line, but it will get really interesting soon enough I promise. Thanks to all who are giving my book the time of day and please vote!

Q; What's your first impression of Selena?

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