SUMMER'S RAIN

CHAPTER 5

Chapter 5

 With the way he is watching me not to mention the voice I keep hearing I find I’ve lost interest in dancing, for that matter I’ve lost interest in my muscle man as well. I tell Mr. Muscle, I am feeling sick he leads me from the dance floor back to my seat sitting down beside me. He stays with me until his break ends making sure I’m alright. Before he leaves to get back to his post he tells me to come find him if I get feeling better. I thank him promising I’ll find him in a little while. I know I’m lying to him when the words are leaving my mouth but he’s really nice he doesn’t deserve to be treated with such little respect from me but right now I can’t help it I’m losing my mind here. I have no intentions of looking for him later. All I want to do at this point is sit here for a while then tell my friends I’m really sick so they will take me back to the motel where I can lay down.  

Maybe this is all in my head. I remember studying on mental conditions in health class at school, some disorders can make a person think they are being watched by strangers it also make you hear voices in your head. I’m going freaking bat shit crazy. This has all been building up for the last two weeks all the signs have been plain as day I choose to ignore them instead I made up excuses. My god I really had convinced myself I’d been breaking doors. Smashing doorknobs shit I’m sick. God please don’t let mom and dad have me locked away in some mental hospital which will keep me drugged up so they won’t have to deal with my crazy ass. How much worse will I get? My mind seems to be going fast now all I can hope for is when the illness finally takes over I’ll never know it.

“Hey” Angie yells over the music she is heading back to the dance floor “I ordered you another beer sip on it slowly maybe you got too hot, or something it should help you cool down.”

“Thanks” I yell back not caring if she hears me or not. The waitress brings the beer sitting it on the table I go to pay her but she informs me she started us a tab. I thank her before picking the bottle up I take a long drink from the bottle loving the coldness as it goes down my throat. I have come to the obvious conclusion “if you are going crazy drowned said craziness in “huge quantities of alcohol to help you forget” I hear the voice again. “So now you’re going to get drunk.” The voice demands. What the hell if it’s going to talk to me then I’m going to put it back on its ass “Yep, I sure am asshole…what’s it to ya?” I respond in my head. Giving myself a metal high five too go along with my smartass retort.

Angie and Liz come back to the table both sweaty from their time on the dance floor they wipe their foreheads with the back of their hands before picking up there drinks. When they are cooled down they begin joking with one another about which one of them dances the worst. As they argue between themselves, I pretend I’m paying attention to what they are saying even throwing a smile in here and there for effect while I’m really trying to figure out what is wrong with me. I’m pulled from my dangerous thoughts when I hear somebody saying, “Excuse me.” I know that voice I should after all I’ve been hearing it all night. This time though the voice is not in my head it’s standing on the far side of the table I’m sitting at. I’m determined not to look up I refuse to give the owner of the voice the satisfaction of seeing what he is doing to me.

I can feel everyone looking at me I know they are waiting on me to look up but I can’t something tells me once I look at him, at them my life is going to change forever I can feel it something is happening here my blood feels like its boiling under my skin. “Lana…earth to Lana I know your ass isn’t that drunk stop with the shy act you have never been shy a day of your life. These guys want to know if they can share our table. Are you alright with that?”  Angie’s persistent voice won’t shut up she is ordering me to look up her insisting tone driving me crazier than I already am. It takes every ounce of the strength I have left in my body to raise my head.

My breathe catches there he stands his stare boring holes through my face. His eyes are so blue they have almost an aqua hue to them. They are pulling me in making my body feel things I’ve never felt before. Now with him closer to me I can see that his dirty blond hair is not so much cut in a shaggy hair style the better assumption is it only appears that way. On closer inspection I now see it’s the way it is due to him running his fingers through it. He is as tall, as tall as I first thought somewhere between six foot possibly six one. His muscles bulge through his tight dark gray tee I can’t prevent my eyes from wondering to his stomach. Sure enough I can make out at least a six pack of abs showing through the thin shirt. I know I am going to sound rude but at least I’m honest enough with myself to admit it. "What do you want?” I inquire in a challenging tone. I grit my teeth when his only reaction is to smiles at me like he finds me amusing. God even as pissed off as I am I still can’t help but be impressed by his true beauty.