day1 love

Chapter 21* Nikki, yep, that's my name.

"The name is Tristan, but they call me Tris" he said to me, and grinned, two deep dimples appeared on his face.

I took another deep drag off my smoke, exhale the toxic plume.

I notice he's still staring at me, I say, "So Tris, you got a girl, or wife? A side chick? Anyone serious?"
He laughed and said, "Nope. I don't do relationships. They get complicated.
I have friends, and we have an agreement that I ain't gonna claim them, and don't want them to claim me neither. I ain't never had a girl. I mean yeah I had girls, but not a single one I wanted to lock down! It's simpler this way.
What about you? You got a dude, anyone serious I need to be worried about?" He looked down at me, waiting for an answer.
"That arrangement sounds just about perfect!" I practically purred at him.
"Nah, there's nobody now, we broke up. I was with him for a long time too, almost 4 years."

I stopped speaking momentarily, consulting the tip of my cigarette like it held all the answers.

I looked up at him out corner of my eyes, my head tilted, continued my thought, saying coyly, "I don't want another relationship! I want fun!
I do me, he does him, and when we wanna do each other, we do that!"

I giggled again, batted my eyes at him, flipped my hair over my shoulder.
God, I was making myself sick. I hated when girls acted like I was acting now, simpering and vapid, nothing more than some man's would be conquest.
I flirted in a way that wasn't me, well no, it is me.
The new me.
Nikki.

Nik would never be standing outside this bar holding a conversation with a complete stranger, or even at a bar period!
Sam thought it beneath me...oh WHY do i keep thinking about him?
Because you still love him idiot!
Inner me piped up still trying to reason with me.
Bitch, shuttie, here have some cookies!
She rolled her eyes and flipped me off.
Good, maybe now she'd shut up.

"My kinda chick, I like your style" he smirked, and no, it isn't Sam's smirk.
Didn't do the things to me that Sam's smirk does, but it was cute, so is he and in my inebriated state it's turn on.

He said, "How bout a nightcap, I'm a few blocks from here"
He said it in a way that made me wanna rise to the challenge I saw in his eyes.
"Are you a bad bitch, or not?" He asked me, his eyes holding mine.
"Me?" I said back, with authority I didn't really feel, "Hell yes, I'm a bad bitch!"

Oh no no noooo!!
Inner me screamed.
Don't do this, Sam wouldn't....
Fuuck you, and fuck Sam!
I imagined stuffing more cookies into her mouth, to get her to shut up.
That usually works.
She said, trying again to make me see reason, this boy is BAD news!
I can see it all over him!
Well, that's just fine by me, I debated back, snarkily.
Besides, I happen to like bad boys!
I spent far too long being a good girl, look where that got me!
It's time for me to be a bad bitch!
She blinked at me, said, fine.... you're the BOSS, bitch!

I flicked my cigarette away, grinned and said, "What are we waiting for!
Let's go!"
I didn't bother telling anyone where I was going, that's how white girl wasted I am.
Oh well...bad bitches do what they want, right?

We wound up back at his house, which was a mess, and kinda made my skin crawl, but I wasn't here to straighten up behind him, so I ignored it.

We had yet more drinks, he rolled a Dutch, we smoked and laughed over the silliest of things.
He pulled out a small vial, used a mirror and a playing card, chopped up the coke.
He handed me a tightly rolled up dollar bill and said, "Yous a bad bitch right?"
I looked at the lines, the rolled dollar, and the sly look in his eye and considered.
Nik would've never....
Nikki will tho, bad bitch right?
I scooped up a small amount, inhaled and almost immediately got hit with the most desirable feeling.
I repeated the action, scooping more this time, snorted the white substance and waited for it to hit me.
As it speeded through my system, my nerve endings perked up, and I knew my pleasure center of my brain was all alight.
I closed my eyes and when I reopened them again, Tris' lips were right there, so I let him kiss me.
It was a hot and open-mouthed kiss and I threw everything back into returning it.
Our tounges mated, I moaned.
No, this wasn't Sam's kiss, but wait who's Sam again?
Oh right, the man who shattered my heart.
Tris began touching me everywhere, and I let him, enjoying it.
He pulled up my shirt, and my bra kisses me there.
Slid his hands to my jeans, unbuttoned them, took them off, me helping by raising my hips.