Stuck

CHAPTER ONE

She spotted her from afar, this girl who was trying so hard to fit in, even attempting to drink a beer even though from her facial expression, one would think she was drinking a gasoline.

She was dress in a dark blue polo shirt, a short shorts that were carefully chosen by her and a pair of white adidas stan smith, seeing her you wouldn't be surprised if she came from a wealthy family she's definitely not part of the usual crowd she encounter around here.

But she knew who she was, of course she'd seen her across the street from her school, where her own school was located. She went to a prestigious university whereas she attended a community college, but that never really bothered her. She would see her—this girl --- walking out of her school gates in her branded clothes to her fancy car. And based on her observation she had a girlfriend, she accidentally saw them kissing inside her car one time, she knew as much. Slim, heart shape lips, brunette. Only, she couldn't see her anywhere, she realized, as she scanned the people within her vicinity.

And by that, her lips formed into a mischievous smirk. She'd always thought she was cute, if you liked girls who seemed to always have something to say about everything, even things trivial as flying cockroaches. But she didn't mind that.

Pushing herself off the wall she'd been leaning on, she gather all her courage and slowly, she made her was towards her.

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She sensed her presence even before she heard her voice.

"Hey, Cutie"

She looked around and found her voice got stuck on her throat. In front of her stood a girl. No, sorry, a fine young lady. Probably same age as she is. She was dress in a tight black, sleeveless dress. Simple enough, except that the neckline was so low, it almost reached her navel. Every curve in her body was really emphasized, and she definitely had the curves where the curves ought to be. She was trying hard not to check her body out from head to toe, with her eyes because she knew that it would make her look like a pervert. It didn't help her cause, though, that she was wearing heels that were at least 4 inches high, making her buttocks firm and adding to her already curvy figure. She had a long dark hair, tumbling in curls from her shoulders down to the front of her dress. Red lipstick, her only makeup, finished the look. No jewelry. Simple, like she said. But definitely have that sexy aura within her.

"Uhm..." The young lady chuckled.

"Lost your voice, there?" she teased, tilting her head to the side as she looked at her, arms across her chest. Her almost bare chest. God, she had to stop staring at those immediately.

"Sorry. Hi" she tried once again. The girl shook her head lightly, with a smile. A gummy smile. That kind of gummy smile that belonged to the face of someone who wouldn't be caught dead wearing a dress as daring as the one she was wearing right now.

" So I guess you could start with a "Hi". And then maybe you can buy me a drink, too. Jack and Coke?" she replied, moving closer now and standing beside her. She frowned. Jack? Coke? Were those drugs? Or something like it.

"I'm sorry?" she asked. She was very aware of how clueless she sounded asking that question. The girl smiled again, but this time a more seductive smile.

"Jack Daniels mixed with Coke, Baby" she explained and soon enough the latter get it and nodded as the sign of understanding.

She turned to the bartender and ordered the drink for the young lady. She kept her gaze on the shelves of drinks lining the bar, but couldn't help trying to size her up in her peripheral vision. She smelled good, like strawberries and peaches, but mixed with the smell of the bar: sweat, smoke and alcohol. When the bartender came back she took the drink and handed it to the young lady.