Ghost Boys [bxb]

{Irresistible}

All of my senses were telling me turn back but I felt something in me gravitating me towards the what looked like abandoned building if it weren't for the blaring neon lights and up beat music. After what happened to Dimitri he left me so what better way to sulk than to get drunk and do crazy shit I'll most likely forget by sunrise.

It's 3 am.

I walked down the curvy road to the flaming hot scent of teen spirit. With each step I got closer and closer to the flashy glaring lights and the rumble of dancing that made my mind ooze resentment.

Nights like this were rare. Usually I'd awake to a night that was bland and barren, it left a disdainful aftertaste in my lungs; and some nights I'd get to know what it truly means to be free, the breeze floating against my skin, the slight glow of the horizon calling out to me, the blissful silence of rebellion as I sneaked out of the house to rendezvous with the boy next door.

But tonight was neither boring nor free, tonight something lurked between the alleyways of the quiet shadow streets, an eerie sight of lampposts flickering in unusual empty parks. I could feel it in my bones, something was out of place. Something was to happen tonight, a liminal moment in time; and I just had to witness it.

But why here? What could possibly happen in a club like this?

When I reached the open door I was greeted with a wave of alcohol, the dreadful music spilled out of the speakers in every corner, the rowdy teenagers danced on each other while some were too busy drowning in their own tears. Smoke engulfed my lungs making me wheeze as I made my way through the crowd. The only reason why I'm here is to engulf the feeling of loneliness as I watch people who are nothing to me dance their heart away, if only there was one person that knew me. A killjoy.

It never occurred to me that there indeed was someone who knew more about me than I could ever know, and I made the silly mistake of leaving him.

I assumed Rosalie went home already, I was too lazy to go find here anyways so I parked myself by the bar and ordered a drink, a few more hours of this then I'll be ready to go home and wait for my mother's wrath.

A few shots later I felt drowsy, I couldn't think straight. I had a sudden urge to do something grand, but my imaginary schemes were interrupted but a mellow voice addressing me from behind.

I turned around to see an unfamiliar face. She didn't look so old as to call her a woman yet not too young to be seen as a child. Her tan skin seemed to shimmer as the light hit her in all the right places, her dressed seemed far too tight on her slim figure, if I had a sentence to describe her she would be the embodiment of a high school boy's dream, at least one that likes girls.

"So what brings you here?" she inquired with a slight slur of her voice.

"To get drunk I guess..."

Play it cool, I kept telling myself. But cool wasn't in my programmed responses. If anything I'm the poster boy of awkward and embarrassing.

"Me too, I'm Lucia, I run this place and I live here. You look pretty lost."

Lost doesn't even begin to cover it.

Lucia's lips tugged up at the ends on her tan face. She paused for a moment, contemplating.

"Hey do you want to do something fun?" she asked, her blaring brown eyes never leaving mine. Was there something grim behind her proposal or could it just be paranoia? I replied nonetheless.

"Can't you tell how much fun I'm already having with vodka shot number 7?"

"Come on, do you trust me?" She pouted her red fiery lips, if I liked women much more than I liked men I think that little act would have made me go mad.