She's Lost Control

She's clinging to the nearest passer by

It's been a week since Norma had talked to Alex. It was him who called first and she knew he was probably mad at her for ignoring his call. As well as those other hundred calls he had made to her after. He even came by her house, twice. But she had pretended that she hadn't been home or has asked Norman to tell him that she was not feeling well.

What she was trying to prove by acting like this, she didn't know. Norma was the one guilty in this situation, she was the one who lied. But that night when she had met that redhead something had just clicked inside of her. It actually made her feel mad and betrayed in some way. And it was silly because Alex wasn't someone who belonged to her in a first place. They weren't even together, so who was she to control his love life?

It was Saturday evening when Norma decided it was finally the right time to go out and relax a bit. The entire situation between them was tiring and those thoughts had been stuck in her head for the entire week. If it continued, she swore to God she would go insane. So here she was, putting on her makeup, finding that little black dress that hugged her in all the right places, fixing her blond curls with her regular curling iron and finishing it all with a few sprays of her favourite perfume.

The local bar was stuffed with people, but what else could you expect at this time of the weekend? The music was playing way too loud for Norma's liking. A few people were dancing to some old rock'n'roll song. Norma went directly to the bar where she found a place to sit down.

"What is this pretty lady drinking tonight?" the bartender winked at Norma, who was now leaning on the bar.

"I would go with a glass of red wine, please." She replied not paying too much attention to the way the bartender was scanning her with his pleading eyes.

"Anything for you, gorgeous." he told her and turned around to pour the drink.

Norma was now sipping on her wine, glancing around the room.

"Are you waiting for someone?" a man's low, husky voice came from right next to her.

She turned around to see a middle-aged guy with blond hair and dark eyes curiously staring at her.

"Me? Oh no, no, just looking around." she chuckled, now turning her body to the guy next to her.

"I see. It's just strange seeing a beautiful woman like you all alone in here on Saturday evening." he said, a sly smile playing on his lips.

"Nothing too strange, can't a woman have a night out alone?" she scoffed, having a sip from her glass.

"Of course she can. But maybe a bit of company wouldn't harm? Am I right?" The man said, leaning into her. "I'm Joe by the way, nice to meet you."

In the middle of a conversation with Joe, Norma realized she was beginning to feel a bit light headed, so she excused herself and headed to the bathroom to press a cold cloth on her forehead and to refresh her lip gloss a little. She was, who she was after all.

"Norma, wait up."

She recognized this voice immediately. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Norma tried to make it into the ladies room before he could reach her, but Alex just followed her inside and locked the door.

"What the hell are you doing? " Norma asked him with one eyebrow raised. Clearly annoyed with his behavior.

"So, you're just gonna keep acting like a child or are we gonna talk? " he leaned his frame against the door and crossed his arms over his chest. The sleeves of his black shirt were rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. His piercing hazel brown eyes running up and down her body before landing on hers.