Wildfire // H.S // AU

02

   She stood at the bar of the brand new club swaying subtly to the bass vibrating through the soles of her black high heels that matched the black dress hugging her in all the right places. Ivy wasn’t too much of a curvy girl but the dress helped give emphasis on the ones she did have. She kept tugging down the dress so she didn’t look as generic and desperate as the girls standing close by, each of them waiting for the right middle-aged man to slip off his wedding ring and pretend he was twenty again. Ivy would never be one of those girls, she felt sorry that those girls thought so lowly of themselves that that is what they were willing to settle for.

   Her vision was hazy from the liquor but clear enough for to reach out to one of the four shot glasses lined in front her. She tossed one back and this time she didn’t have to cough away the burn in her throat like the three before that one.

   “You smell so good.” A nose trailed along her tilted neck and inhaled the scent of vanilla with a mix of the smoke from customers at the bar who weren’t exactly smoking cigarettes. Ivy’s hand reached up and grazed the stubbly chin of the man sniffing her.

   “What’s your name again?” Ivy was on the verge of drunk but still considered tipsy. The man would’ve been insulted, seeing as though this wasn’t the first time Ivy and he had encountered each other. Of course she was joking, no complete stranger – unless he was on Ryan Gosling or Channing Tatum’s level – could have been glued to her backside all night the way this guy was.

   But he was just grateful to be one of the few people who had ever been able to “cop a feel” with Ivy. Men watched in lust and admiration as Ivy smiled and wound her small fingers with the large ones grabbing at her waist. She was the golden girl in everyone’s eyes. Men wanted her and women wanted to be her. What made it worse is that it was impossible to hate her. She had a heart of gold and a smile to match. No one was considered a bad person to her unless they proved to her otherwise. Everyone was her friend or wanted to be.

   “It’s me, Matt.” The blue eyed and blonde haired guy spoke from behind, his nose still breathing in her natural scent.

   “Matt,” Ivy repeated to herself, “I like that name. Did you pick it yourself?” Ivy giggled to herself once before she turned around to face him, laying her palms against his sweaty chest. It was like a sauna in there, within the first twenty minutes of being there Ivy’s skin had started glowing from the moisture. Matt chose to laugh along with her, his eyes focused her mouth that was stretched out in a wide grin. “Do you want to kiss me?”

   As far as the five inch heels would allow, Ivy went up on her toes a little more to feel his lips. Her lips had barely puckered and Matt was struggling to keep the little soldier in his pants from going to war. They kissed. Matt’s hands ran down the length of her spine until they landed on their intended target. If the music wasn’t so loud you would’ve been able to hear dozen of men sigh like high school girls admiring their crush and women scoffing in disgust – and envy.

   “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”  Matt intertwined his hand with hers after she gave him the okay. He glanced around to all of the eyes within a five foot radius of them with an arrogant smirk, winking at group of guys drooling over Ivy as she trailed behind Matt.

   “Wait,” Ivy exclaimed, yanking her hand from Matts. “I forgot my bag.” It shouldn’t have been the end of the world but she was drunk so melodramatic was how she would be. Ivy carefully maneuvered her skinny legs through the bodies dry-humping each other, avoiding vodka being spilled down the front of her dress and breaking her ankles. “I’m so sorry.” Ivy squealed as she ran into a rather large back. The figure stood tall, turning around to face Ivy. Harry. It took a moment for him to remember Ivy as the blonde who refused to come home with him, but eventually it came to him. He cocked an eyebrow and dragged his eyes from her shoes up to her glazed, blue eyes.