She's So Nice |Joji|

Chapter 6

"Thanks for tonight, George. It really meant a lot to me." Isabelle spoke softly as she fixed her hair, hiding the small hair strands that were on her face behind her ear. I bowed and opened the door of her apartment. "Well, you're also a gentleman. Interesting." She giggled and entered her home, making me walk out of it.

"I'll see you in class, right?" I asked hopeful.

She smiled and nodded. "Goodnight, George."

Once she closed the door, I sighed and walked away. "Damn, not even a kiss. She's a hard one." I took out my box of cigarettes as I went down the small staircase in front of her building. As I got to my car, I took out a lighter and ignited it, burning the other end of the cigarette while I held it in my mouth. I leaned on the side of my car, breathing in the sweet yet toxic fumes. I started to think in everything that happened tonight. The bistro, the girl, the food... Isabelle. "Man," I started thinking, as I blew out the smoke, "she has me confused." I threw the rest of the cigarette on the floor and stepped on it.

Driving through the city, watching the lights reflect on my windows, the faint laughter coming from drunk friends, the sweet smell of different foods... everything reminds me of her. But why? She's not that important. Hell, she's not even that valuable in my life. I saw the bright sign of a pub and decided to stop for a few drinks. I parked in front of it and decided to smoke another cigarette before going in.

Once I entered, the scent of mixed drinks filled up my lungs. I smiled as I saw all the lonely women sitting the bar. "Maybe a one night stand will help forget about her." I sat next to an older woman. She looked like she was in her late 30's, skinny and barely covered, long black hair, her left arm is full of tattoos... a piece of meat; and a very delicious one. She looked at me and smiled in a flirty way. I smiled back and blew a kiss at her, noticing she was a little tipsy.

"Hi there, handsome." She turned her stool towards me and crossed her legs. "What's a young boy like you doing out of his house at this time?"

I was startled at her question. "Looking for a girl like you to have a good time." She laughed and took a giant gulp from her drink.

"At least ask my name before hitting on me. The name's Cindy," she got closer to me and started to whisper "and I'll make you feel great."

At this point, I had drank way too much with her. She asked. If we could leave, yet I wasn't really sure if to take over her. I mean, she is noticeably drunk. However, she demands to go back to my place. I took out my phone and started to record our conversation. "Are you sure you want to go back to my place?" I pointed my phone at her and let her respond.

"Yes, baby. Let's get out of here and have some fun!" She blew a kiss at the phone and I stopped the video. I have to protect my ass from girls as drunk as her. I don't care about them, honestly, but I do care of my reputation. I took her hand and helped her walk over to my car. Tonight is going to be a long one.

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"Bzz bzz"
The alarm clock went off, waking me up to a nasty hangover. I sat down on my bed and looked over a the woman who was sound asleep. "Oh shit!" I shouted as I looked at the time, "I'm late for class!" I got up and woke Cindy up. She looked at me confused, noticing the mistake she had committed. "You need to go. I'm sorry."

"Oh God, I shouldn't have come here. You're too young for my taste anyways." She started to pick up the rest of her clothes from the floor and walked towards the entrance. "You can't take a real woman like me."

"Just leave, you whore! Real woman my fucking ass!" I shouted enraged. I started to put on anything I found laying around. I took my phone and car keys as I ran towards the door.

Once I got to college I ran with my book bag, which I always leave it in my car, towards my classroom. When I got there I pushed the door open, frightening everyone inside the room. "Well look who came to join us today! Mr. Miller," my professor started to speak sarcastically, "tired from last night?"

"Shut up and go on with the class, sir. At least I got here." I sat next to Isabelle, who looked just as confused as a dog with a new toy. I smiled at her and took out my notebook. When I saw her, I felt something weird in my chest. As if someone just took my breath away. Everyday she gets more beautiful and I can't take it. But I don't want her for anything serious. I don't believe in falling in love.

I don't believe in happy endings...