The King

chapter 4

We had only been in the club for about ten minutes, but that's all it took for Mandy to get shit faced drunk.

I cringed as I saw her having too much fun with the guy she said owned the club.

I turned back and stared at the club with my ice water in my hand.

It was a really nice club, the design of it was very futuristic. The walls were all white and there were bright neon lights that illuminated the place.

I took another sip of my water, I'm not a drinker at all. Mix in my shit childhood with the fact that I'm a lightweight, drinking doesn't bode well with me.

My attention shifted from my half full cup to the man who appeared next to me.

He coughed so I would turn to face him, but it was unexpected that I jumped up slightly, putting my cup down as I clutched my heart.

"Oh sorry I didn't mean to bother you," He let out a nervous laugh. "Its just that I was wondering what a pretty lady like you is doing here sitting alone."

I stared at his face blankly, not knowing how to respond to his lame pickup line.

He clearly was very shy, he kept playing with his fingers and failing to make eye contact.

I looked away from him, silently hoping that he'd go away. He was a very cute man, but I don't mingle with strangers. You never know what anyone could be planning in the back of their mind. But though I couldn't order, I did check out the menu.

While he kept babbling about how he never did this sort of thing, I took the time to look him over. He was a very boyish looking guy, his hair was slightly curly and a rouge strand had fallen over his forehead. He had thin lips, and dear god his jawline, I would need to stop sipping my water and start chugging.

"So... what do you say?" he asked.

I snapped out of my trance, mentally slapping myself for practically drooling over this guy.

"Say to what?" I responded back quietly.

He chuckled and a blush started to creep up his face. He brought his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "If I could dance with you."

"Oh!" I exclaimed. Oh. He wants to dance with me? He. Wants. To. Dance. With. Me.

Now it was my turn to blush, I turned my head to see if Mandy was alright, and I saw her checking him out too.

I felt conflicted, I bit my lower lip as I mulled the idea over.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not in the mood to dance."

His expression fell, "Oh, sorry for bothering you then... enjoy your night ms..?"

I felt somewhat guilty about rejecting him that I almost blurted out my name.

"Uh, Dylan. But you can call me Kacey." I told him while lying straight through my teeth, to which he smiled in response.

"Well, Kacey, I'm Allen. Would you mind if I stayed here to talk with you? If my accent couldn't give it away It's my first time in New York and I really don't have many friends." He laughed.

"Where are you from? I can't tell by your accent." I questioned, trying to be nice and make small talk.

"Was born in Quebec, but I was raised in Senegal." He smiled.