Tangled Love

Chapter Four: Spinning World

–Kiara–

It's been an hour since I left the mall's parking lot and now I'm looking at the bar in front of me. I know I'm still a minor and they probably won't let me in, but since I am an Anderson, I know I can pull some strings so I made my way to the parking space.

I heaved another sigh and looked at myself in front of the rearview mirror. I removed my thick-rimmed glasses and put on some powder and lip gloss on. I also untied my long brown hair and let the locks of it go to places as fine as it is. I don't have to worry about my clothes, though. I am not wearing something revealing but I know my outfit will do.

I mentally thanked myself for not wearing worn out hoodie when we went shopping earlier. I was so out of time so I've just wore the first thing I had my hands on when I raided my wardrobe and that thankfully was a knee high yellow one-strapped dress, topped with a brown mid torso leather jacket–both were given to me on my 17th birthday by none other than Nathaniel Finiggan, which I paired with a ballerina flats.

'Ugh! Even the dress reminds me of him. It sucks!'

I made a one last look over before I headed to the entrance. The bouncers are looking at me as if examining me from head to foot. They are about to say something when I showed them my Uncle Steve's business card who apparently owns the place. The two bouncers exchanged knowing looks and step aside so I can enter.

As I make my way to the bar counter, my nostrils are immedietely bombarded by the smell of either cigar, beer, sweat, puke, and whatever that is in the air inside a bar. There are also these common scenario of loud deafening music, people grinding each other's body on a crazy beat, couples making out and beyond. I detached my sight from the view before my innocence leave me. I cringed my nose but I continued walking to the counter anyway.

I sat on the high chair and asked for whiskey. I am not a hard drinker, I don't even fancy the taste of alcohol containing beverages but my body knows what I need right now.

I need to set my mind away from the bitter truth that my best friend slash first love is about to ask his girlfriend to be his wife. Sad truth and it damn hurts! I drink the liquor in one shot and asked for more until I felt someone sat beside me.

"Hi! It seems like you want to drink your heart out tonight, Missy. Care if I join you?" I heard the person who sat beside me spoke but I didn't bother responding. Hopefully the ignoring would be enough signal for him to back off since I just really want to be alone.

"Oh by the way, I'm Drew. And you are?" I looked at the guy's direction and immediately felt dizzy that I almost fell on the floor.

"Hey! Look out! You're already drunk." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I've got a chance to get a good look at him, though the counter isn't well-lit, when he settled me back on my seat. He has this masculine jaw line, thick eyebrows and, pretty familiar grey eyes.

"I'm not drunk yet! Actually I'm just starting to enjoy this!" I slurred as I stare at this stranger.

It's strange that it felt like he's not. Ugh! My head is spinning!

"Well, if you say so." The guy who said his name is Drew shrugged as he drink his brandy. We fell into silence for a couple of minutes but I'm still looking at him, enjoying his drinks.

"Did you know that it's rude to stare?" he said not bothering to even look at me.

"Kiara" I told him, playing with the ice on my whiskey.

"W-what did you s-say?" this Drew guy said, surprised. Or not?

"You told me what your name was earlier." I gathered every little strength I have to say a coherent response.