Where The Wild Things Are

Aquainted

Dallas' POV

I couldn't shake her out of my head that night. Buck told me that she now had the room directly across from mine. In a way that bugged me. But it shouldn't. I don't feel. I had walked out of my room when she was coming out at the same time. I was planning on drowning myself in liquor but that could wait for a conversation with her.
"Hey," she started. "You, your that guy who was at the hospital, never caught your name." She had a faint jersey accent I could tell she'd try to hide. If she was anything like me, she'd hide her accent to the best of her ability to avoid comments. "Dallas." I found myself saying. She gave me a faint smile.
"Dallas huh?"
"Yes."
"I mean, uh, thanks." She'd gotten at a loss for words that quickly. I found myself chuckling. That was cute.

'Baby your no good. I think I fell for you, I fell for you, I feel for you.'

Adrienne's POV

He was so handsome it was almost scary having him look down and talk to me. But he hadn't said your welcome. He just went on laughing. I felt myself turn a little red.
"Your welcome, babe." He finally said. He strides off proudly. I liked when he called me babe. Even if it was just once. But I barely know the guy. I felt special until I realized he probably talks to every girl like that. What made me special? I sighed.

'Put more inside the cup, drink till you numb the pain'

Dallas' POV

"Your welcome, babe." I said, and walked off. I played it cool there but my heart was racing believe me. I haven't felt this way about Sylvia. The fact I hadn't kinda scared me. Sitting at Buck's bar was something I always did. I'd sip Jack Daniels and think. I was only thinking about Adrienne. She reminds me of my sister. So I hurt more when I see her.
"Aye Dal, you okay?" Buck asked me.
"I'm fine." I shrugged and gave a faint smile. I wasn't fine. And I found myself holding that cheesy smile, just to stop the tears from falling.

'I'd know you rather be complacent. But girl I'm so glad we're aquatinted'

Keep low and sip slow. I'd always say to myself. But the more I drank, the more I forgot, the more I lost myself. The more I didn't think about my roots or Adrienne. I could get used to that. But it didn't work like it usually did. The drunker I got the more irresistible she seemed.

Adrienne's POV

I leaned against my door. It took a lot of courage to talk to him. But he was cocky and I should've known better then to mess with someone like that.  He's out of my league. I wasn't gonna focus on Dally. The stranger I'd just learned the name to. Or so I told myself. I went back in my room and found the most seductive outfit I could muster. It was a black strappy dress at the arms, with a cut out stomach and back. I fixed my hair into light beach waves that fell to my shoulders. I had on a pair of black heels. My mom gave them to me a while ago. Most of the broads downstairs dressed like this too. Surprisingly. See, I wasn't trying to win Dally over. I was going to throw myself on other guys to see if I could get his attention. I started walking down the stairs, I heard cat calls, and whistles. I grinned and went out to the dance floor. I felt eyes from every direction on me. I sorta liked it. I started dancing with a pretty cute guy.   He spinned me around and low and behold Dallas was walking on the dance floor, Jack Daniels in hand. He looked at me lustfully. That look turned me on, but it also bothered the shit out of me. I wasn't a sex toy.

Dallas' POV

"'Man I'll take it from here." I said. Adrienne looked so god damn beautiful. I wanted her. I pulled her into me by her waist and she looked shocked for a second. I kept close to her as we danced a little. I needed her. I started making sly moves. I grabbed her butt, and she hit my hand. Not drawing attention, but killing my vibe.

'You got me touching on your body, you got me touching on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerous, but girl I'm so glad we're acquainted'

Adrienne's POV

I saw what he was doing. But I wasn't going to let him do that. He was wasted and wanted to take advantage of me. I hit his hand. He looked disappointed. Oh well. I kept dancing. I danced a little away from him, and found myself in a part of Bucks I hadn't seen. It was a little lounge area. Nobody else was there. I went to go sit down over there. There was a cooler next to it and the butt of a blunt still burning. I sat. Not joined by anybody for a while. I'd gone through 3 beers in that time. I usually didn't drink. I grabbed the burning blunt and took a puff. I'd been use to this. I looked at the end and watched it burn. The fire giving off an orangey red glow at the tip. I pressed it to my arm, right on the eye of my tiger tattoo. I snarled and grinned at the burning on my arm. Not even 10 seconds in and something tore my arm away from my other. The blunt was taken from me and I was dragged up the stairs, by a furious Dallas.