Chapter 15: Bad Boy's Got A Soft Side. Part II
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Winter had took me to a goth, tough, bar club thing.
I didn't fit in really, being the pip squeak, scrawny, girl.
They played rock music, letting the goth and scene girls mosh, and hit eachother in the faces.
Scary.
"Winter!!! Come dance with us!!!" Three goth lollies squealed, pulling Winter to the dance floor. He looked at me with sorry eyes but I motioned him to go on. This wasn't my kind of scene anyway. I sat on one of the velvet red, rustic stools, checking out the cute bartender. He looked like twenty one, pale skin, light brown eyes, shaggy black curls, getting held back by a snapback. He wore a ramones t-shirt, torn skinny jeans, converse, and band bracelets. He looked around Winter's height, and he was packing some heat under that shirt,
like damn.
And the way he was sagging in those briefs, oh lord baby jesus, thank ya.
"What can I get you?" He spoke in a smooth, deep, manly, voice.
"Um.....a Caprisun?"
"What are you, three?" He chuckled and I laughed along, hoping he wouldn't find out I'm a teenage girl at a bar.
"Um, a bloody Mary." I said, knowing only that one drink since it's so typical.
"Gotcha." He smirked, making me pee a little.
After a few minutes, he gave me a skull shaped cup with a black straw.
"There you go, honey bunches."
"Thanks."
"So, you live around here?"
"No, I live on the North-" Shit, shit, shit!!!
"Oh, so you're one of those high classed girls?" I had to think of something cool to say, quick!
"Nah, let's just say my parents are high classed snobs and sure like to flaunt it." I smirked. " I'm more of a "One of a kind" kind of chick."
Nailed it.
"What's so "one of a kind" about you?" He came in closer, leaning on the black island bar counter top. I blushed, thinking of something to say.
"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" I smiled, pointing behind me. " What kind of a girl from the north will be here?"
"A "one of a kind" one."
"Exactly."
I. Felt. So. Bad. Ass!!!
"Liking your drink?" He asked, noticing I haven't tooken a sip. Most of the girls here swallowed theirs down in 0.1 seconds.
"Oh yeah." I chuckled nervously and took a tiny sip, instantly spitting it out, and making a scene. As people started staring, I tried to calm down. " Sorry.. I was just thinking..of something funny?"
" Okay," He raised one of his perfect eyebrows. " Just one question."
"Yep."
"Why are your nails, pink?"
FUCK.
"What... a goth can't like pink?" I bit my lip.
"You are one of a kind. Don't worry though, I like it." The bartender winked at me. OH MY LORD!!! I giggled, putting on my flirty front.
"Well I think I'll like what's underneath your shirt."
"Woah." The cutie, chuckled, and I smiled.
"Only kidding."
So by the end of two hours, I was just chatting it up with this really amazing guy, whose name is Andy, as My First Kiss by 3OH3 and Kesha played in the backround. I was all loose and stripped out of my hoodie, having a great time.
"So Andy," I started off, laughing. " I got a joke, I got a joke."
"What is it?" He chuckled.
"Why couldn't the skeleton go to the party?"
"Why?"
"He had NOBODY to go with!!" I said, bursting into laughter along with Andy.
"You are amazing, you know that?"
"Yeparoni!" I giggled.
Then Winter came and took a seat by me.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry for leaving you. Those girls wouldn't let me leave till they got drunk and fell asleep."
"It's fine." I placed a hand on Andy's bicep. "Andy has been keeping me company, right Andy?"
"Yep." He smirked, his eyes, staring at me with such, admiration.
Winter looked at me, glared at Andy, and broke us apart. " Let me borrow her for a sec." Andy rolled his eyes.
"Fine, whatever dude."
"What's your problem?" I asked, Winter, glaring at him, arms folded.
"Stay away from that guy! He's bad news! He's in a gang, sells drugs, and has two baby mommas."
"You sell drugs!" I exclaimed.
"Yea, weed. But no. This guy is the real deal on drugs. He sells Cocaine, Herione, Xanax, Mollies, he's bad news!"
"Okay, but what about you and your slaves!? You're in a gang too!Everyone has gangs."
"Yeah, but-"
"And I know about his kids! He doesn't even talk to those girls anymore, and they sabotaged the condoms!!"
"You know how rediculous you sound?"
"Shut up! I really like Andy." I pouted, about to walk away until he yanked on my wrist.
" So you got over me that fast?" Winter said, with a unreadable expression.
"You're a douche." I pulled away and walked back inside over back to Andy.
He smiled and waved at me.
Nicest person I met all night.
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The ride home in Winter's black truck was quiet. I was texting Andy and Winter just seemed pissed.
"What crawled up your ass and died?" I mumbled.
"Your mom." I wanted to burst out laughing but I couldn't because I was mad at him. So I had to keep it in,
and damn, that's torture.
He dropped me off a few minutes later, and looked me straight in the eye. " Please, don't date Andy."
"Why should I listen to you?" I growled.
"He's bad news. You'll just be another baby momma."
"Well I'm getting a fiance' so it doesn't even matter."
"What?"
"Arranged marriage? Ring a bell? It's something most rich families do?"
" I would run away.." He spoke.
"Well, I'm on the verge." I said, exiting his car, and going through the back door with my key to get back in.
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