Deep Breath | G.Dolan

Bad Boy

"Ciara," I heard someone shout my name and I turned around to see Mike standing with David and some other really hot guy. He (Mike, not the hot guy...obviously) waved me over and I got up and made my way to the other side of the room.

"Yeah?" I asked trying to talk over the music. Grayson, Ethan, Mike and I all went to some random house that one of David's friends owned who was apparently throwing some badass party. I saw cocaine for the first time so I mean, there's that.

"Hi," Mike said smiling mischievously. I stared at him. "This is Ian," he said pointing at the guy who was even hotter close up. He was wearing dark jeans, and a black T-shirt and a leather jacket with black sneakers and his hair was short and slicked up and his face was completely smooth and his eyes were green and you could tell under his shirt that he had some muscles and he was holding a drink and I was trying not to look like a St. Bernard drooling out a car window. "It's his party."

"Hey," I said. That's all you're going to say? ...what do you want me to say? "Hey Ian, I would like very much to rip off your shirt and do you on the coffee table. "I'm glad I wore make-up today." Oh well that's really good. Dumbass.

"I'm sure you don't need it." WHAT THE HELL IS IN THE LA WATER THAT THEY ARE ALL ATTRACTED TO ME. HOW LOW ARE THEIR STANDARDS?

"Well, we'll leave you two at it then," Mike said and Kim raised her eyebrows at me. I'll kill him. Don't leave me alone with this god...

"It's kind of loud in here, do you want to go back out to the patio?" he said motioning towards the back door. I nodded and followed him through the people to the glass sliding door. My mom told me not to follow strange men into dark places but I'm mad at her so I'll get killed if I want to, mom, and you can't stop me. I saw Grayson on the way out and he mouthed,

"Who is that?" He pointed to Ian. I shrugged and he made a weird face. We stepped outside and there were a few people out there. I sat down in one of the lawn chairs and he sat in the other. It was dark but lit with a few kerosene lamps and you could see the tiny bugs flying around the lights. It was so freezing cold that you could see our breath.

"So where are you from?" he asked with his raspy, deep, voice.

"New York City.." He didn't say anything. "In America," I said and he laughed.

"Obviously. I don't know of any other New York City's." His smile was crooked and perfect all at the same time. "I've never been. Always wanted to though, but I can't afford it." I looked at the mansion behind us. He laughed. "My parent's house. I don't talk to them much."

"You just use their house to throw cool people parties and then let them find it later?"

"Cool people parties?" he said smiling and taking a sip from his beer.

"Yeah man, there some cool fucking people in there. Did you see the girl with the ripped stockings? I don't know if I could handle any more badass in one night."

"Kim's boyfriend is right, you're funny," he said pointing at me with the bottle in his hand. "So, tell me about New York." So I described it to him the best way that I could. From the homeless people to Fifth Avenue. "You have a passion in you when you speak, it's intriguing." Where have I heard that before? Oh yeah...

We went inside and sat on one of the couches next to Ethan and we all talked but it was mostly just me and Ian talking but sitting next to people so we didn't look too anti-social. He is more badass than I thought. Dropped out of school in 11th grade, smokes pot everyday, dealt drugs in high school, and now he's 23 trying to focus on his music. From the young age of 5 I was always attracted to tough guys. I don't know why but I always had crushes on the kids in school who were rough around the edges. Daddy issues?