Shortened Expectancy

house party

"You weren't over there dancing all alone were you?" I asked her as I spoke through a smile.

"Do you think I'm a loner? Friends are a thing, you know." That sounds like she's available to me. I want her and the liquor on my tongue is telling me to go for it.

"Oh I wasn't judging. Just observing. Where did your friends go?" I said to her.

I didn't even catch the words she was saying to me. I was too busy eyeing her... and I like what I see. She's tangled in gold jewelry. Her hair is the most beautiful shade of brown I've ever seen. She took her time curling it, I can tell. Golden heels with the most curve-enhancing red dress you could imagine.

"Can you stop staring at my body and look at my face when I'm talking?" She's already got that attitude I like.

"Im sorry, love. What did you say?"

"Forget it. Are you going to keep up the small talk or are you going to ask me where my boyfriend is too?"

"What gives you the impression that I want to know if you have a boyfriend or not?"

"Look at the way you're staring at me. The question is bound to come up, am I wrong?" She read my mind like a book. I wasn't going to let her know that though.

"I don't know what kind of guys you're used to, but I'm not them, sweetheart. Let's go get a drink." I extended my arm out for her to grab my hand and follow me. My essential intention was to check if she had a rock on her hand because I knew she'd reach with her left. No fiancé, perfect.

She seems like the type to love hard. I can tell by her demeanor. She has a guarded heart and gated emotions. She's definitely been hurt. All in all, she's the type of woman I need in my life. Maybe it's the booze talking, but I could see her being my partner.

"What do you like to drink on?" I asked her. Let's see if she's a lightweight or not. "What do I look like I drink?" she replied back. This has to be a trick question.

"So you're just going to keep responding to my questions with another question?"

"Is that a problem?" she looked at me with an arched eyebrow and a heavy glare. I hope I don't say the wrong thing.

"Not at all. But I did ask you a question. So, what kind of alcohol do you drink?"

"Vodka. Hennessy. Fireball. If it doesn't burn my throat, it isn't for me," she said. I like that answer.

      I nodded my head and poured both of us a glass of vodka and a shot of Fireball. She took the shot as soon as I handed it to her. It's no secret that she's a troublemaker. But it's okay because that just happens to be my type.

        "I don't think I ever caught your name," I said as I acknowledged it. "Or your age now that I think about it."

         She smiled at me. "Kendyl Washington."

Is it bad that the first thing I thought of was her first name with my last? 'Kendyl Myers' sounds beautiful.

We chatted it up for the next couple minutes until I figured out the basics about her.

          She said she was 23. I'm 25. Perfect. After a couple more minutes of small talk we found out that we were both a Sagittarius. 8 days apart. She doesn't like seafood, but we can work around that.

I finally built up the courage to ask for her number after I felt the buzz kick in.

"Hey Kendyl, can I see your phone?" I asked her politely with a half smile. She was staring at my dimple, I know she was.

"For what reason would you possibly need to see my phone for?" she snapped back. The toxicity is already showing and I haven't even known the girl for a half hour. But that's alright. Everyone is a little toxic. You just have to choose the right person to be toxic with.

"Never mind the reason. It's a surprise." She handed her phone to me as she rolled her eyes. I typed my number in as a contact as she kept trying to peek at what I was doing. I pulled the phone the opposite way she was looking.

"Let me seeeeee," she whined as I kept pulling her phone away from her eyesight.

"Just a second.... here." I handed her phone to her with my contact in her phone.

"Tresin? That's a cute name." She let off the biggest smile. The most perfect smile. She had dimples just like I did. Hers were more prominent, however. Hold on, is she flirting with me?

"If you aren't a cop, then yes, that would be my government name."

        "Does it look like I'm a fucking cop... Tresin?" she said with a smirk and direct eye contact. She's dangerous.

       "I don't think there's a particular way to look like a cop, so I'd never know," I said. Am I wrong?

       "So you mean to tell me that almost every cop you see isn't a white middle-aged male who's going through a balding phase?" I stand corrected.

"Whatever you say Miss Kend-" I was saying as a guy about our age with brown curly hair, about 6'3, and muscles galore walked up and put a hand around her body. Anger flourished through my veins as I watched his hand roam around her waist. I couldn't tell if it was jealousy or discomfort, but it definitely wasn't a good feeling.

"Hey baby, how's your night going?" he asked Kendyl as he kissed her neck. She pulled his hand away from her body and rejected his kiss immediately. "What the fuck are you doing here and why are you touching me?" she said, obviously irritated. Caught me off guard, that's for sure.

"I came here for you. I knew you'd be here. We always went to parties together.... now who are you?" he said as he shifted his full attention from Kendyl to me.

"Name's Tyson," I replied. I was not giving him my real name, fuck out of here. He looked me up and down. "Well I'm Los, remember it. Cause if I see you around Kendyl again, I'm gonna make your teeth your last meal. Watc-"

     Does every good girl come with a bad problem?

Before I even got a chance to reply to this dickhead, Kendyl chimes in and cuts him off.

    "You're not gonna do shit Ty. I'm one encounter away from putting a restraining order on you. Leave." His face had a strong mixture of shock and sadness in it as he scoffed at me and turned in the opposite direction. I'm not even going to think about asking what that just was.

   "Well I guess I should get going..." I said quietly, not even looking in Kendyl's direction. "Yeah me too," she said with an exhausted and tiresome tone.

      I set my cup down and slipped out the back door and out the driveway, walked down the street and hopped into my 2003 Nissan Altima. So much for finding a girl.