CHAPTER 1: You Were Warned
Her tanned legs were crossed as she sat on the barstool with a margarita in hand. Beams from the club's neon signs danced upon her dark skin like the northern lights, and it wouldn't take a genius to notice that she'd been stood up. Creased brows, pursed lips and tapping fingers said it all.
I pitied the guy who passed up on this girl. She's 'fro-to-toe gorgeous, and I was totally batting out of my league here, but here goes nothing.
I downed one more shot and walked up to her. Stepping closer and closer, I rehearsed some pre-written pick-up lines in my head. Say what you want, but there's nothing like a good pick-up line to get on a girl's good side.
When I got to her stool, I opened with a simple, "Hi!"
"Hey," she replied with a tentative smile usually given out to strangers.
"I'm Trevor," I introduced myself, sticking my hand out.
She shook it, saying, "Clio."
I nodded. According to the keychain on Clio's handbag, she went to a university two towns away from Westmont. That meant she was probably older than me. She didn't have to know that. "Clearvale University," I acknowledged, pointing to the chain. "What are you taking up?"
"I'm majoring in Bio," she answered, smiling.
"Bio? You must know a lot about all that science-y stuff, huh?"
She giggled. "I guess."
"Hey, is it true there are 206 bones in your body?"
Clio shrugged and said, "Yeah."
"You wanna make that 207?"
Clio's smile disappeared. I should have taken that cue to haul ass but I didn't. Instead, I stood there long enough for Clio's palm to collide with my cheek.
"Pig!" she exclaimed, jumping off from her seat.
And that is the story of how I got bitch slapped by a Biology major and got kicked out of Bud's Club for "harassment" all in the same night.
So, let me get this straight. I hit on a girl, and I got slapped and thrown out of the club. A girl hit me literally and she got a free mojito? Where's the justice in that? Huh, I guess the club isn't the best place to find a lover after all.
I ended up walking home alone with a bruising cheek as my only company. The November wind struck chilly and harsh. I missed the warmth back at the club. Even a few blocks away, I could still hear the thumping of rhythm from where I was just chucked out of. From the sound of it, the DJ just played a remix of YOUTH.
Normally, I wouldn't be walking home at 11 o'clock at night. No, that was way too early. I could have gone elsewhere. There were other clubs in Westmont. But since my wingman couldn't go clubbing with me, I got bored. Any occasion was just dull without your best friend with you.
I learned that as I kicked an empty can of beans from the middle of the alley. That, uncannily (no pun intended), is the most fun I've had all night.
Out of boredom, I watched my shadow dawdle on the building wall. It was a very tall shadow; it even reached over the 20th brick from the ground. I cast a slightly larger shadow that night, mostly because I had a thick coat. Kinda hid the fact that I was more on the bony side. But, I was fit! Taller than most boys at school. I just got a slender frame, that's all. Besides, who needs muscle when you already have a pretty face?
You'd think that with a build like that I'd be shooting hoops or swimming rounds, but no. I've never really been that dedicated to sports. I could play soccer but I wasn't that good and I've never really bothered to try out for the teams. I'm no athlete but I could pummel you to death if I wanted to. I'm just too lazy to go to practices.
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