I Just Want Revenge, Is That Too Bad?

I Just Want Revenge, Is That So Bad?

(This is a short story, if there are any requests for a continuation, we will write one!) Enjoy xx

Leaving town was easy. What wasn't easy was living with the consequences this problem got me. Even though I was running away from them, the guilt was eating me alive. I had a good future in front of me, I got accepted to NYU, and I wasn't going to throw all that away. I was putting myself as a priority this time. Looking at the city lights and the tall skyscrapers was everything I ever dreamed of.

I was planning on getting to know the city better. I entered Maclaren's pub and sat at the bar when I got the feeling someone was staring me. I turned around, and saw a familiar girl that I wasn't sure where aI had met her. She was so close I sensed a peppermint fragrance. The sexiness in her smell wasn't an obvious one, but I felt a strange excitement just by standing next to her and really just wanted to fuck her. She was incredibly stunning, and definitely reminded me of someone but I couldn't put my finger on it. Her wavy and brunette hair was so pretty but that curves in that black shirt took my breath away.

"Hi", she said seductively, "is this seat taken?"

Standing in front of her, I get this feeling that I've already met her. She is looking at me seductively but I sense a hint of hate in her eyes. I sense that she knows. This can't be true. It all started about year and a half ago. I was a senior at Marymount High School, and I was horny as hell. I just wanted casual sex with every girl willing to. Being real, commitment scared the shit out of me. Every Friday after the football game there was a party at my best friend, Brady. It started out like most, I drank a few beers and hit on girls with my friends. I really hit it off with the new girl, Regina. She had big brown eyes that made my knees weak. She had one of those smiles that you only see a few times in your life, and I was instantly drawn to her. I took her upstairs and we had sex in the bathroom. I was so drunk and felt like I was going to throw up, so I left early that night. I didn't see her or talked to her until a month and a half later, when she called me up to tell me she was pregnant.

I felt like the world was falling apart, and instantly thought of my options. If I stayed and help raise the child, I would get stuck in a crappy job and have no future whatsoever. My parents would probably cut me off and I really needed their financial support. Or I could go off to college and avoid responsibility, and let her handle it. The kid was probably going to be better without me, I knew I would be a terrible father, I just wasn't ready. College was just a summer away, so what was stopping me? I decided to leave early to New York and get a job, and start the adjustment process. I told my parents the idea and they agreed, so I left in the middle of the night without saying goodbye to anyone and planned to stay away for good. But how could this mysterious chick know about what I did? I thought for a moment that I was just being delusional, panicking over nothing. I really wish that had been true.

"So," she said confused, "is it taken?" I knew I had spaced out and looked ridiculous, bit tried to save the situation.

"Sorry, please go ahead" I said pointing at the chair. She smiled and sat down.

"Damn, I'm really craving a margarita. Bartender?" She leaned forward and called the bartender.

"I'm sorry," I blurted out of nowhere, "do we by any chance know each other?"

"Where are you from?" She asked suddenly.

"Minnesota" I lied, "And you?"

"Hmmm," she said not believing a word I said, "you don't look like a Minnesota type of guy. I get a more western vibe from you" she sipped on her drink and saw me with a defiant look. I know I definitely know this girl. My palms start to sweat and I can't think of anything else to say. She cracks a smile, "Don't worry Minnesota, I don't bite. What your name?"