The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 21

Staring at the guy infront of me, i drearily rubbed my head as I aalyzed his face. Dark shaggy hair styled backwards as he ran a hand through his hair, sharp eyes stayed connected with mie, every nwo and then switching to my arms. A straight nose lead to some average sized lips and a straight jawline. Overal, not bad.
"Would you like a picture?" i furrowed my brows at his comment, what teh fuck does he mean? Twitching my lip I continued to stare. "Hello... anyone in there?" I watched as knuckle came and lightly rapt at my forehead.
"Heh?" i slurred as he sat down next to me, ordering a jack and coke while sedning the bartender a smile. Well if he came here to fuckig flirt, givign teh bartender googly eyes wouldnt fucking help.
"What was that?" he held his hand to hs ear as he leaned in close, did I actually just fucking say that? "Yes, yes you did, you mind relaying how many you've had tonight?" He questioned with a smile as I twitched my lips in disgust. Who the hell asks that? Fucking weirdo.

Pulling out my phone I texted Kelsey, she's been pretty good, her and Ryder are still dating.
"So... the bump on your head ever heal?"
"What?"
My head instantly shot up, moderately sobering itself up as his words settled in. How did he know this? Who is he? Why is he talking to me and asking me weird ass questions? Overall, everything is simply, why.
"I took you home a few weeks backs, quite the hit ya took, got blood everywhere, puked... everywhere..."he lightly chuckled at the end of his sentence which only resulted in my face turning deep red. Pulling a clip of hair forward a shielded my face from the weird man.

Whatever happened to the really hot billionaire that was supposed to sweep me off my feet?

not saying anything, I stared forward at the rows of liquor, lightly sipping away at my drink.
"Look I'm sorry, that was probably a bad start, let me introduce myself, name's Neon." Peeking over I watched as a hand appeared in the corner of my eye. Lightly reaching over I gently shook his rough hand.
"May" I mumbled, as i stuck my hands under my chin.
"Wha-"
suddenly the music kicked back up, instantly bringing the bar back to life in a new way. Turning around from him I watched as people got up and started to dance again. Wild limbs flailing as women in vintage dress of all decades danced with men in flapper tux's. Staring in evny I watched as they exulted themselves in ways i could only dream. dreamily, I watched as a body suddenly blocked my view.
"Do you want to dance?"
Ugh he's still here? Raising an eyebrow I shot him a furrowed, yet somehow sarcastic, face. "Come on, one dance?" He shot me a hopeful look, which kind of made him look like innocent kid, and for a moment, I took pity on him.
Heaving a sigh I gave him my hand which I hadn't really noticed was so sweaty. Since when did my hands get so steady, bumping into something hard I stared up as neon sent a laugh down towards my way. Turning red, I watched as my world suddenly turned into a kaleidoscope, the ceiling suddenly spinning as my arm was lifted above my head. Twirling around I desperately tried to bring myself to the rythm of the fast music. My heart racing as my feet were suddenly moving instances with his, the awkward tension slowly fading as the drunk in me finally made herself fully shown. My whole body moving classically to the music and not as provocative as normal, quite kid friendly on the contrary. And oddly enough Neon isn't making any funny moves, which kind of has me suspicious, but I guess no harm no fowl.
But I still don't know, nor understand what happened that night
. Trying to put the thought passed me, I went back the drumming music, my heart and head spinning with the vivacious sound. Then just like a roller coast the music went from big-top to smooth jazz, and being the type of person I am, I had somehow nuzzled my way around so my back was to his front. Leaning my head back I listened to the drumming of his heart, almost puking my brains out when another spin came from nowhere.
"Don't get sick" he laughed in my ear as I gripped on to his jacket, my world spinning as his arms heavily wrapped around the back of my waist.
"I'm trying not too." I whispered so softly I'm not even sure if he heard it.
Peaking out from his jacket, I quickly tucked my head back in, for some reason he was my axi in this planet. Keeping me centered when the world is going a million miles a minute. It's funny, I don't really know the guy, but yet I'm so comfortable with him. Is it the alcohol? Or maybe it's some other unforeseable force, I don't know, but something feels nice. Comfortable, maybe that's what it is. Yes, I'm simply comfortable.

AN****

It's a short chapter I know, but I liked where it ended