Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 2: Vlad

Chapter 2: Vlad

He lights a cigarette as he wraps his arm around the waist of some girl he's been sleeping around with. He doesn't remember her name really. What was it? Olga? Natasha? It didn't matter, he was never good with names.

He just kept nodding his head pretending to listen to this unknown girl talk while he looks at his buddies from across the school grounds and smirks at them and they smirk right back. They wave him over and he says, "Sorry babe, gotta go. See you tonight." he tells her, letting go of her waist.

She gives him a dirty look but he smacks her playfully on the ass and she swoons a little bit internally (he knew his way with the ladies) and tells him goodbye.

He trots over to his friends and they greet him with pats on the back. "So when you gonna leave her?" Nicolas asked as he took out his own cigarette and asked for a light. Vlad pulled one out of his pocket and lit the tip.

"Eh, not yet." Vlad replies as he watches his other friend, Ivan, light his own. They weren't really friends but they were  the closest thing Vlad had for friends. He never told them anything about his personal life and usually kept it to himself.

For instance he didn't tell them that he actually wasn't messing with that Levkova girl. He actually thought she was pretty hot for a flat chested girl.

Her eyes were distractingly blue like the sea that he had to pinch himself to stop looking at her so he wouldn't think him as a creep. He liked how full her lips were and sometimes he wished he could just lean over and taste them in a kiss. He liked how soft yet silky her hair looked and her gentle curves and... No. He had to stop himself. He had a reputation to keep up.

"She does the good kinky things." Vlad replied with a sly smile. The two other boys looked at each other and grinned. Then he thought, 'I wonder what she looks like naked.' But he shook that thought out of his head. But in the back of his head he reminded himself to mentally undress her the next day.

"You're a lucky man, Vlad." Ivan said. The three boys started walking into town with their hands in their pockets. Downtown Moscow was buzzing with energy as always. Cars whizzing by on a hurry while people pushed and shoved their way through to get places important.

He wondered if one day he would become one of those people who needed to go somewhere important. But for now he walked carelessly throughout town with the other boys looking for something to do.

They always went to town because like little kids they liked to look at all the windows of the shops and peer in. Also they liked to loiter until the shop owners kicked them out.

As they walked past shops it reminded him of when he was just a kid walking with his mother hand in hand down the streets of downtown during winter holiday they would always stop by the stores he wanted to stop at and stare at the windows that displayed the merchandise.

He always had a fondness for window shopping. He remembered passing by the ballerinas gracefully gliding across the floor and his mother would always stop at the studio to watch in awe. He didn't want to but he always ended up being in awe too.

They stopped at a lingerie and stood there for about an hour whistling at the attractive ladies that walked past them to get into the store. They all got a kick out of it seeing the women blush as they hurried past them and into the store.

He wondered if Dominika ever shopped in this store. He wondered a lot about her. For some reason, it almost seemed unreal that she walked the same ground as he did.

Soon a mad fat lady comes out and tells them to scram. They don't move until she grabs a manikin arm from one of the manikins and starts to chase them with it.

But they think it's rather funny because she can't keep up with them and they scream at her to go suck a dick.

Once they stopped running they leaned against the brick building and laughed out loud as they had just told each other a hilarious joke. After their laughter stops he realizes where he is. He looks around the corner and into the store window.

There, a group of teenage girls in spandex and tights with light colored see through skirts and ballet shoes. The ones that stand out the most are the two girls that he knows from school talking in the corner while stretching.

He likes the view from where he is because he can see the roundness of Levkova's ass as she bends over and touches her toes and he can't help but think so many dirty thoughts (mainly of him pounding into her).

It takes him all of his will power to stop staring and once he does Ivan and Nicolas say they want to head somewhere else to hang out with more teenage miscreants. He agrees and soon he finds himself being straddled by some girl but he doesn't really care because he is as high as a kite.

But even in his high state he can't stop thinking about her and it bothers him. Sometimes his thoughts aren't even dirty. He thinks about the way she laughs and the way she smiles and how adorable her laugh is. Or he sometimes fantasized how soft her hand would feel in his and he didn't like this so he tried to focus on the girl he was banging more than usual to block out all thoughts from his head.

After that he staggers home coming down from his high and once he gets to his apartment and jabs the keys in the hole he doesn't bother to check his answering machine which has 19 messages. Probably from that clingy girl he was sleeping with and his uncle who for some reason made sure if he was okay or not.

He lived all by himself in the apartment he lived at. His mother died of breast cancer and his father went all suicidal and committed suicide a few weeks after her death.

His uncle had custody over him but his uncle was busy being a government worker that he didn't really care for him except throw money at Vlad like it was nobody's business.

He groaned as he threw his homework on the desk in the living room and went to the small kitchen to make instant coffee for himself so he could stay awake.

For some reason he always did his homework. His mother would always bug at him to do it so it stuck around with him for all this time. She was a school teacher and insisted that he got good grades. So it just stuck.

He shuffled over to the table and lit a cigarette before starting and when he was finished he was down three. He shoved everything back into his messenger bag and then made his way to his bedroom. He took off his shirt and pants and flopped onto his bed boxer-clad.

He would take care of those in the morning but for now, he was focused on the embrace of sleep. He mummbled something in his sleep as he hugged the other pillow to his body.

That night he dreamed that she was in the bed next to him sleeping soundly in his arms. Even his dreams couldn't deny the fact that he liked her.