Blood Sugar

Part One: Prologue

I woke up to the phone ringing. The clock said 7 pm. Last time I checked it was 3 and I was just going to close my eyes for a few minutes, totally stressed from the last night. Out in the club across the street I met an old friend of mine who was still pissed at me for quitting his band overnight. We got in a pretty messy fight and I decided to drown my anger in booze. 

Still dizzy, I finally picked up the phone. It must've rang for years. "Yeah?" "Hey man, we're 'bout to go to the Viper tonight. You coming?" "Uhh, yeah sure" "Aight, see you there"

Silence. For a moment I was thinking about getting back to sleep, when I felt a morning wood forming in my boxers. Man, I didn't have sex for ages. Only the thought of any kind of physical contact made me decide to get my ass out of bed.

I took a quick shower and put on some shirt lying on my bedroom floor. With my keys and some cash I left my apartment. I knew the guys wouldn't be there yet so I had plenty of time to find me some girl who'd do for the night. Just someone to make me feel alive again. Feel anything. 

I walked down the street, got me a pack of cigarettes from the nearest kiosk and head to the Viper and straight to the bar. To come loose I ordered two shots and a rum coke that I slug down immediately.

I then turned around and scanned the crowd. The club was packed. More guys than girls in sight. One girl caught my eye. She seemed to be looking at me and turned her head quickly as she noticed she got caught. She looked pretty decent. Wearing a short skirt and a top, her tits almost falling out. Easy, I thought, and made my way through the crowd fixing my eyes on her. I could see her blushing and me scoring. As I approached her, I laid my hand on her shoulder and spoke into her ear "I'm sorry for bothering you. But you're the most beautiful girl I've seen in a long time. I just couldn't leave without getting to know you"

I was totally lying, but I think she was buying it. Soon after I took her to the bar and got her drunk. I knew I wasn't being the gentleman. But I didn't plan on meeting my future wife that night. And besides.. who isn't selfish sometimes?

So.. she was telling me how she came to LA and how she's studying design at UCLA and blah blah blah. I tried my best to listen to her, but decided it was best to just start rubbing her thighs as she was sitting next to me at the bar. 

When from the corner of my eyes I saw this stunning girl walking in the club. Her eyes were glistening, she looked dangerous and sexy. Wearing a leopard print skirt and a wide Lou Reed shirt. My jaw must've dropped. The girl I was sitting next to, Sara or whatever her name was, waved into my face "Helloo??! Are you even listening to me?" "Sorry, gotta go, nice meeting you", I said, my eyes still focusing on the beautiful stranger. I had to meet her.

NOTE: I know he may seem like a jerk at first, but everybody deserves a second chance, right? My John isn't so bad after all, promise ;)