Teaching Dominance ||Colin Farrell||

4. Night Dip.

After getting out of the elevator, I walk down to where I see the thick line of ocean and just got a few looks from boys at my college because I'm wearing my black bikini set and a long white cardigan.

Typical human boys.

I sit down a few feet away from the water, taking my box of cigs, putting one in my mouth and light it up with my metal lighter and just smoke away while watching the small blue waves. After I finish the cig I take it out on the sand and place it back in its box.

Yeah, I don't wanna get kicked out just yet because there's a security gaurd walking behind so that's what I did. Plus, a finished cigarette is not good for the food we eat from the oceans, right?

"That's pretty neat." I look up to my right to see Alex wearing his polo shirt with fun prints of green Hawaiian leaves on it. And non of the buttons are buttoned, so we're basically looking at his bare abs and chest right now.

"That's unexpected." I say pointing my finger to his chest. Just didn't know he'd had abs. "Thanks for the invite, man. Really needed a time to relax and smoke and smell the ocean. It's always been one of the spots I love."

His dimples that I have not seen yet are now incredibly visible due to how big his smile is. "Nah, thanks for coming with me." He takes a seat a few inches from me.

"Yeah. Really didn't care if you were gonna kill me or something 'cause I really don't give a shit about myself. S'why I took your offer that quick." I give a half-smile to him but look away quickly.

After a few moments of silence, he speaks up. "You okay, bud?"

"With the hotel? Yeah. It's awesome, actually." Another half-smile to the ocean more to him.

I didn't even notice that he was already sitting in front of me now, looking straight into my eyes. "Not what I meant, Heid. Are you good?"

I let out a heavy ass sigh before answering, "Yeah. I'm just dead inside."

If you're thinking that my self loathing shit is about Farrell, it's not. It's about the family I lived with.

He takes me by surprise when he places his hand on my left shoulder. "Whatever it is, man, just know that you can spill hot, cold and warm tea on your dorky friend, huh?"

I look up at him and smile widely. "Yo, you're the first one to say that 'Spill the tea' shit to me." I ended my sentence with a chuckle as he laughs along. "But thanks. I guess."

"Okay, this is getting a little dramatic."
He admits and stands up and offers his veiny hand. "You say we party?"

I look at his hand then back at his eyes. "Whatever you say, hermano."

I take his hand then he pulls me up with a smile. "Let's get drunk?"

"Let's get shit-faced, darling." He smiles laughs at the reference as loud, party music starts to play in the background.

******

"Let's get fucking shit-faced!" The DJ guy announces as he played loud ass music and the college croud goes screaming and shit. My college mates are everywhere. Fucking with clothes on, pouring booze on themselves and on someone, I even saw Farrell drinking whiskey straight out of a bottle while some blonde girl covered in girly shit touch his body.

Girls really are thirsty for just about anyone.

"I'm gonna go back to the beach!" Yup, that twenty shots of vodka thing really paid off. I mean, we're already on the beach but I what I meant was, I wanted a place more quieter because my head is fucking beating like a loud ass speaker.

"Okay, bud, I'll be there!" Alex yells back as I start to walk towards to cooler and grab two cans of coke. They're only for me of course.

After ten minutes of sitting and listening to the sounds of waves, I finally am feeling a little bit better. My elbows are behind my back, holding my body for support as my legs are stretched out.

"Hey, you wanna listen to some music?" I look behind me to see Alex standing with a case of six pack on his left hand and a green JBL speaker on the other. "Found it while looking for some cash to buy more booze."

"Yup." He walks over to put the speaker next me but then he lost his balance and lands on top of my legs and made me burst out laughing. "Awww, are you gonna be okay? You drink twice than I did, bud." I manage to speak in a cooing manner while giving his face a playful pat.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't tease me about that when we get home, boi." He grunts and I help him sit up and he smiles afterwards and so did I. "What song do you want?"

"Selfish by Joss." I reply.

"On it." He reaches the backpocket of hid shorts for his phone then begines to search and type for the song. "There it is."

The song starts to play and he begins to slowly sway his body side to side.

"Don't dance, it's gross." I say trying to hide my laughter. I stand up, "I'm gonna go for a dip."

"Yeah, sure. Be right behind." He replies while still scrolling down his phone.

I take off my cardigan and place it on the sand next to his speaker and what I found is a sleeping Alex. I chuckle and made my way to him and place my cardigan at the bottom of his head. "Thank you, honey."

Is he gay or what?

I swim and swim to get my mind off things. The song is really chill so I decided to float and close my eyes. The song ends and as I make my position to swim back to Alex, a familiar figure is standing a couple feet away from him.

*****

A/N: Who's that familiar figure? A ghost? Alien? Boogeyman? You probably know who it is. I'm just kidding it's the Angel of Death.

Seriously, I don't know. We'll see. Hehe.