Too High Christian Anthony Fanfiction

Her

                                                                                      ~Kras's POV~

(A/N: hey there! First, I'd like to apologize for the delay in updating, I've been working on ANOTHER Chase Atlantic fan fiction called, "I Choose You" (you should check it outttt) Anyway, I added the music video up top because well this chapter is titled "Her" annnnnnd, I guess this chapter kind of goes along with it? Who knows, you'll just have to read along and find out ;) ENJOY!)

"Hey!" Diesel called, pulling my hand back to stop me in my tracks. "I have to let my friend know I'm leaving really quick!" 

I nodded, releasing her hand.

I watched as she struggled to push through the crowd of rowdy, erotic, bodies; making her way to the bar. 

It was easy to keep an eye on her though; she was the only female that wasn't wearing skin tight clothing that left nothing to imagination. I had to admit though, seeing her wearing my shirt and jacket was absolutely adorable; she looked better than anyone else in here that's for sure.

I crossed my arms, trying to appear nonchalant and cool while I watched her approach a guy that I assumed to be her friend. 

She said a couple words to him, glancing back at me a few times before giving her friend a hug.

She turned and gave me a thumbs up before making her way back to me.

"Okay! Let's get out of here." She grinned, taking my hand.

"Is that your boyfriend?" I teased, guiding us out towards the back exit of the club.

"Who? Ace? Ew absolutely not!" She laughed. "He's my best friend." She answered.

I held the door open for her, allowing her to walk out first like the gentleman I am.

"He also happens to be my roommate, so I didn't want him freaking out if he lost me thinking I went home, only to find I may not be there." She explained, now completely audible.

I nodded. 

"There you are!" Mitty chuckled, approaching us. "Thought we lost you back there."

"My bad." Diesel apologized. "I had to let my roommate know I was leaving."

"No worries."

Diesel's shy smile nearly made my heart explode; it was so sweet and sincere, innocent and warm. 

"Hey, we should introduce Diesel to the others." Mitty spoke, breaking me from my thoughts. 

"Right." I nodded, extending my hand out to her.

She hesitated, raising an eyebrow at me as if to ask, "Others?"

"We're in a band." I told her. "They're our best friends."

Diesel's eyes grew wide at my words, taking my hand without any further question. 

"Boys!" Mitty called to the group that was huddled together passing around a blunt. "Kras and I want to introduce you to someone."

I squeezed her hand reassuringly, shooting her a smile as we approached. 

The boys turned around, giving a smile; Clinton held the blunt to his lips, taking a few puffs before passing it off to Mitty.

"Guys, this is Diesel." I introduced. "Diesel, this is Pat, Jesse, and Clinton." I pointed each one of them out individually, earning a "hi" and small wave in response from each.

"Nice to meet you." Diesel smiled shyly, raising her hand in greeting towards them.

"Oi, she's hot." Jesse laughed. "Good job."