Fear

Chapter One

Ivy let's go! Margo says.

I sigh.

This is a really bad idea. Why are we doing this?

Ivy. Can you just live a little?

Margo is walking with pace, towards a crowded small building. A bar.

What are we doing here Margo? Let's just go back to school.  I tell her.

Ivy you are seriously a buzzkill. Girl! Everything will be fine! You might even find someone new.

I knew I was doing something wrong. My father would be pissed. But a part of me felt rebellious, free. So I listened to Margo.

We walked through the door of the building. Music booming, people dancing to R&B, guys at the pool tables, bartenders handing out drinks, it was all new to me.

Ivy, would you look at that guy. Margo says.

I glance over to the guy Margo was pointing out to me. Late 20's with a beard. Definitely Margo's type.

I'm gonna go talk to him. See you after.

I nod.

I'm standing close to the bar counter. I look foolish.

I scan the room trying to look occupied.

And then I see him.

I smile to myself.

He's walking towards the pool table. Pool stick in his hand. He's aiming for the 8 ball.

I'm studying his every move.

He's so focused. Passionate.

He looks in my direction. Smirks.

Did he see me staring? Shit! Fuck!

He hits.

Woo! Hot shot David!

I turned my direction. He must've saw me staring. How embarrassing.

Ivy!

Margo walks towards me.

Sorry I took so long. Look what I got!

Margo hands me two colored pieces of paper.

NIGHTCLUB
SATURDAY 8:00 PM TO 4:00 AM

Margo I got plans Saturday. I told you.

What plans? You can't bail on me.

My dad. He wants the family to go to some stupid concert thing. It's a "tradition."

Well, let me know if you change your mind.

As we're walking towards the exit, I glance towards him again. 

He's holding the same colored paper.