My Punch Drunk Love

Chapter 10. Saturday Night

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Chapter 10. Saturday Night

Joey’s POV

Today I’m wearing my blue Vera Wang cocktail dress and silver Louboutin pumps, my dark blonde hair was perfectly curled and a glass of Jack Daniels’s already placed on my hand. Well, Athletes jog before they head over the game, right? So for me this is my warm up, I thought.

I bet, this one’s gonna be a long Saturday night. I already have everything planned on my head.  First, I’ll eat dinner at some Italian restaurant tonight then go to a famous pub in London, get drunk and make out with some hot stranger. I am so ready to party!

I’ve been here for almost a week now and I can feel myself getting comfortable in this place. Everything is in here, beautiful country, amazing scenery, wonderful night life and cool people. It gives me the diversion that I have greatly longed for. Heck, I can’t even remember the last time that I cried. Maybe, I have made the right decision. Maybe.

I closed my pink laptop. Walking across the room, I opened my glass door and leaned over the terrace as I taste the whisky on my mouth.  It’s a few minutes past seven and the moon is full tonight, showing its amazing glow around the dark gray sky. I glanced down and saw Sam. He was standing on the lawn, holding out a small plastic telescope and was watching the moon, a frustrated expression in his face.

“Hey Sammie! Counted the craters yet?” I shouted at him.

He  removed his telescope from his face and turned to me. “I can’t. My telescope’s not enough you know.” He shrugged and climbed up on one of the benches trying to get a closer view.

I laughed at the little boy’s determination. He was really cute and intelligent. He was like a little version of Matt minus the hot abs. They had the same brown hair and curved lips, but his eyes were brown instead of bluish gray and his skin was fair and has light freckles.

He greatly reminds me of myself when I was about his age, we had the same determination and passion to achieve our dream.

When I was seven years old, I wanted to become a ballerina. I told my mom and dad to ask Auntie Helga, my mom’s cousin who was a former Prima Ballerina, to teach me ballet.  But being the grand that my parents are, they enrolled me in an International Ballet School. So I took out a lot of lessons and excelled. Every year, I would do a recital in front of everyone and my mom and dad would be there clapping their hands at me. I never felt proud of myself. I knew I was also going to be a Prima Ballerina someday.

After three years, my parents got divorced. It became a big issue in our community, since people always thought that we have a perfect family, my parents being rich and good looking, and having a talented daughter, everyone is just green with their envy on us.  

My classmates started teasing me, saying trashy things about me and my parents. Rumours went all over the whole ballet school. I could remember the last time I was asked to perform on my recital, my dad was the only one there, people started whispering and shot me looks that terrified me. I was a little girl at that time, I didn’t understand a lot of things, but that didn’t stop me from kicking their butts. So, I still did my best on stage and gave them the greatest performance of my life. I saw the amazement from their faces and I was like, ‘Ha! In your face you envious rumourmongers!’ After that day, I dropped out of the ballet school and hid my dreams of becoming a Prima Ballerina at the farthest back of my mind...