Taking Out A Player

Chapter 27

Chase POV:

I was at the club with my friend for my twenty-first birthday bash. I was close to drunk with all those damn drinks.

"Aye man," my friend, Deshawn, yelled at me. He was actually eighteen years old. He got an early head start in the degree of business. We been cool with each other since we met. "You see shorty over there looking at us."

I search in the direction that he looking at. I shook my head. "Who?"

"The girl in the red and black dress," he said as he pointed to some girls sitting on the couches on the other side of the place.

I looked around until my eyes landed on the girl he was talking about. She was staring dead at me with a huge grin on her face. I could tell that she was interested in me.

"Yup. She wants me," Deshawn said as he took a drink.

I looked at him and shook my head. "You wish," I said.

Deshawn glared at me. "Oh really."

"Yea," I said with a chuckle.

"Then why is she coming over here right now?" he said with a grin.

I turn my attention back to the girl. There she was making her way toward us. Damn, she was working that dress she had on. All them damn curves was fitting her in that dress. I saw my friend from the corner of my eye was fixing himself up.

"Oh don't worry about that. You still look ugly," I said.

Deshawn frown at me. "Whatever man. When I get her number, don't say nun."

I laughed. The girl walked up to us but bypass us to the bar we were standing at.

Deshawn stood beside her. "Hey, honey. May I buy you a drink or something?"

She looked at him then turn her attention back to the bar. "No thank you," she said simply.

I laughed silently. He glared at me and went back to looking at the girl. "Ma. What I gotta do to get your number?" He had on one of his toothy grin.

She grab her drink and shook her head. "I'm not interested," she said as she looked him up and down. "I came over here to tell you that my friend over there wants to talk to you." She pointed to a girl over there that was sitting down. She took a few glances over to us before looking away.

"Oh shit then," he said as he rubbed his hands. "I'm talking to the wrong girl." He walked over to the girl's friend. I shook my head and smile. He was something else.

I could feel the girl eyes were on me. "So," she began. "What's your name?"

I smiled. "I'm Chase. Yours?"

"Star," she said while spinning the straw in her cup.

"Well, Star. What's made you come out here tonight?" I asked.

"My friend's birthday is today, so I came out to support her," she said.

I nodded. "So how old is she's turning?"

"Nineteen," she said.

"How old are you?" I asked as I lean in close to her.

She grin. "Didn't someone ever told you to never ask a female her age?"

I shrugged. "I was just wondering." I looked at her as I waited for her answer.

"Twenty," she said.