505 : Casey Moreta

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"Jess I swear to Jesus Christ I am not wearing that" I exclaim, laughing as my best friend Jess brings the ugliest dress I have ever seen into my view.
She shrugs her shoulders back at me.

"Hm I thought it was cute" she smiles sarcastically.
I sigh and fall back into my bed as I watch my two best friends Jess and Chloe search through my mess of a closet finding me something to wear for this "date".

"It's not even a date" I whine back to them.

"Katrina" Chloe turns to me.

"You've gotta look hot if you wanna get in Dylan's pants" she smirks.

"Chloe' I groan putting my head in my hands while slightly laughing.

It's the first date Dylan and I have been on and I wasn't planning on getting in his pants anytime soon. I stand up realising we are running out of time and grab the semi tight black dress I always wear. Jess and Chloe groan but seem pleased as I've actually decided on something for once.

I say goodbye to girls, thank them for helping me and then slide down the back of my door huffing. To say I was nervous was an understatement. Before I knew it, I was walking down the streets of Brisbane with google maps searching for the place I was suppose to meet Dylan. I double check the text he sent two days earlier before entering the restaurant.

The clock ticks 7.00 and the waitress comes up to me for the third time asking if I wanted to order.

"He'll be here soon" I reassure her and myself. She gives me a sympathetic smile before moving on to another table.

By the time 9.00 comes and the tapping of my nails against the glass was the only thing I had heard for the last 3 hours. That's when I decide there is no chance he is coming.

I leave a tip for the nice waitress and head along the busy streets of Brisbane with my heels in my hand. The smell of smoke, sex and alcohol fills my nose and the creepy guys stares are lingering on my body as I walk past the many clubs.

The only place I could find open that wasn't a pub or club was a Subway close to my apartment. I push open the door and to my surprise the line was so long. I decide to sit in the corner and wait for the line to shorten. I plug in my earphones and curl up in the corner of the small booth. My body shivers as the night air starts to kick in. I rest my head upon the wall and close my eyes.

I don't open my eyes again until I feel something hit me. My eyes spring open as I grab the material that covers my face. I stare up at a tall guy smirking towards the front of Subway.

"This yours?" I look at him confused and slightly annoyed, as I hold up the leather jacket that is now in my hands.

He slowly turns his head towards me still smirking. I notice the once busy subway is now completely empty.

"ah yes, you looked cold and also you were sleeping" He chuckled turning towards me.

I take in his appearance. Tall, longish brown hair with matching brown eyes. His shirts slightly unbuttoned and reveals his chest as he leans down onto the booth.

"Casey Moreta" I nod down at his name tag on shirt.

"Girl in the corner who is listening to.." He glances over at my phone

"505 by Arctic Monkeys" He finishes smiling.

"My names Katrina actually", I look back up at him with a blank face not taking his try at flirting into consideration.

"Well Katrina actually, who likes Arctic Monkeys, we are actually closing now" He scoffs finally taking into account that I wasn't prepared to deal with his shit.

"I'll be leaving then" I snapped back.

"Rough night?" He grumbled questionably.

"Like you would care Moreta" I growl before grabbing my bag, ripping out my headphones and exiting the store with Casey's jacket over my shoulders despite him yelling "Hey my Jacket!" as I walk down the street back to my apartment.