Somewhere In a Bar

10

BLAKELYNN

Being upset by the fact that Dansby had found a girl that he liked wasn't how I wanted to spend my night.

Tonight was the third night in a row that he had gone out with her. I was currently laying in his bed because it smells just like him.

As a result of him going out with Taylor so much, we hadn't had time to be around each other. I missed him.

I felt as if he was forgetting about me. Going three consecutive days without talking had never happened before. It was worrying.

Not to mention the fact that if he has a girlfriend, then we have to stop our sex deal. I can't go back to generic sex. Dansby knew exactly what to do every single time.

I was shocked when Dansby's door flew open, and a giggling Taylor was hanging onto Dansby's waist, kissing his neck.

His hair was messed up and lips swollen. My heart broke right there.

Dansby caught sight of me and his face filled with shock and...guilt?

"Oh, Was all Taylor said as she looked at me.

"I'm sorry, Blake-

"No. I'm sorry. It's your room," I said as I walked out.

I closed the door behind me and heard a faint 'thank god' come from Taylor.

A single tear ran down my face as I walked out the front door and climbed into my car. I didn't realize where I was driving until I was there.

I looked up at the house before me, sighing as I knocked on the door.

"Blakelynn, sweetie, what's wrong?" I heard as the door opened.

"I-

That was all I managed to get out before I began sobbing uncontrollably into Nancy Swanson's chest.

"Mom, who's at the door- oh," the voice of Lindsey said.

"Why is he with her?" I finally choked out.

"Who, sweetie?" Nancy asked.

"Dansby. Why is he with Taylor?" I asked, wiping the the wetness from my eyes.

"He's a dumbass, Blake. That's why."

I let out a giggle as Lindsey said this. "Can I sleep here tonight?" I looked at Nancy with hopeful eyes.

"Of course, Dear. You can have Dansby's old room for the night."

I nodded as I tiredly trudged to his bedroom.

He hadn't called. It was nearing 11 at night and he still hadn't called. He was slowly forgetting my existence more and more.

*******

I really shouldn't have been surprised when I woke up with no missed call from Dansby. I groaned, then pushed myself off the bed.

I looked in the mirror and saw a zombie staring back at me.

Making myself look decent, I walked out of Dansby's room, said good bye to his parents, and left, determined to feel better.

Today marked the fourth day since Dansby and I had talked. I'd bet anything that he hadn't even noticed. That hurt, it really did.

I planned on going out tonight. I felt as if it would help me feel better. Chelsea informed me that some of the WAGs and Dansby's teammates would be downtown at a new club later this evening.

I walked into the mall with one goal in mind: find a super hot outfit for tonight.

I needed something to get my confidence up a little bit, and that is exactly what I was going to find.

Hours past before I finally found the perfect outfit.

Since it was a high end club, I had to find something that was suitable enough for me to get in, and this was it. I was absolutely sure of it, and as soon as I got home, I hopped out of the car to get ready.

********

"Holy shit, girl. You look hot."

I turned my head into the direction of the voice.

"Thank you, Chelsea. This club is amazing," I screamed over the music.

"Aye. Long time no see Blakey." I laughed and shook my head. Ender never failed to surprise me.

"Blakelynn's here? Oh my gosh. She is."

"Did someone say Blake was here?"

I giggled and sat down next to all of the guys, drinking and chatting away. I was only my 3rd shot in when I spotted Dansby and Taylor walking in.

"Oh gosh. Blake, I honestly didn't expect him to come tonight. He never said he was," Chelsea nervously explained.

I had told her all about my issues that I was having with him a few hours ago.

"It's okay," I said, quickly downing two more shots.

"Guys, I would like you to all meet Taylor," I heard Dansby say. He wouldn't even look at me.

Taylor and Dansby sat down across the table from me, being obnoxiously happy.

I inwardly groaned as they started to make out in front of everyone. Did they lack human decency? Like, some of us are trying to drink in peace here.

"Shots anyone?" I said slamming my hands on the table.

"I could go for some."

I nodded before walking off to get some. When I returned, I noticed the lack of Dansby and Taylor's presence.

"Thank god," I mumbled as I sat down.

"We take it that your not a fan of her." I looked at the guys.

"What's not to like about Taylor?" I said, lying straight through my teeth.

"You are a bad actress."

It wasn't until 20 minutes later that the happy couple returned. Taylor's hair was messed up and her lipstick gone. Dansby looked like he had just won the lottery.

I was passed drunk at this point, and my blood was boiling. If Dansby wasn't going to look at me, I was going to make him.

I downed another shot before sliding over to Ender and sitting on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I heard the 'oohs' from around the table as I smashed my lips into his, surprised when he kissed back.

When pulling away, I finally felt it. Dansby's eyes were burning into mine. He looked angry. His jaw was tense and his knuckles were white as he gripped the table.

Deciding to see just how angry I could make him, I looked at Ender and grabbed his hand.

"Wanna get out of here?"