A DARKER SILVER LINING

GINA'S POV

A year and a half earlier

At the mall...I was busy looking for the lotion aisle when I set my eyes on her back. Black skinny jeans, thrashe crop top and a pair of adidas Stan smith. Hair in a ponytail... hanging down to her mid back. The way she twirled her hair with her index finger sent chills down my spine. I hadn't set my eyes on her face but I knew she was hot af.

And I was right, spinning on her sneakers, she turned to face me. A single look at her and I knew that I wanted her. And our eyes met. Probably out of courtesy, or surprised at how much I had stared, she smiled revealing a set of perfect teeth and deep dimples. Damn...she was pretty. More than any other girl I had hooked up with.

Smiling back at her, I stretched out my hand to gesture a hi. Her voice was even better. I stood, still, unmoved.

Bailey...

The way she said her name...the way her lips moved ...the way her eyes moved...all a masterpiece.

Gina...

Her aura clearly brought out the fact that she liked me already. I mean... what was there not to like about me. There was a force inside me that wanted to do bad things to her... maybe later. The force needed to chill the fuck out .I rolled my eyes at my internal thoughts. She was so intense. She had this strawberry scent. I wanted to stand there , taking in her scent. Her tummy was flat...she was petite but dang...her body was to die for. I had to get her number.

So you from around...?

I asked her timidly.

Yeah... block 6, lane 2...

Great, I'm just a block away. We could hang sometime...what do you think?

Yeah sure I'm in...lemme take your number...

Happy that my work had been made easier, I took her phone and dialed my number on it. I saw her save it with a love emoji and honestly I was glad. Weird right? But it was a sign...

Today...

Why did she walk out?
I was ripped at every edge like a masterpiece yet she tore through every page and the ink slipped.

The thoughts were repeating over and over again in my head. I couldn't forget her. I remembered the words she told me right after a sensual moment together one rainy Sunday evening.

I'll love you till the day I die... I'll never hurt you...I promise.

But look at what she did. Our first meeting was what still reminded me of her. It was the beginning of the best days of what looked like 3 months of dating. I guess her forever meant three months... and her promises were false. Yet I let myself fall...I gave her everything since she had made me feel like she was mine forever. Fuck love.

Every rose has it's thorns, people just have to find the one that they're willing to bleed for. She was mine. But no more. I still wanted her back though. Seeing her every day in school was torture. No matter how hard I tried to hate her, I couldn't...but it was better if she knew I hated her. Sometimes I wanted to just hug her and cry. But I was stronger than that. Mostly my ego.

Club Gran was where I was at. It was already 8:30pm. In my black mini skirt, crop top and cuissardes. My make up was not overdone...all I needed was the eyeliner, nude lipstick and a little blush to flush my cheeks. I was pretty in my own skin. I had my night planned out. I was at the club for two reasons a) to forget her b) to get some action.

Obviously some drunk ass hot nigga would spot me eventually as the night grew old. The club was an elegant joint with mahogany stools and a small bar at the corner. There was a VIP lounge at the farthest right. A strong pine scent dulled the stench of cigarettes and beer. The barman kept throwing glances at me... obviously I wouldn't want to get laid by this guy. No way I'd gross myself out.

Being here was like dancing in the northern lights, beneath the dry ice,smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks and gold. Good vibes flowed like a virus...a good one in this case. Love in the air, all hyped up. At the end of the night, I was sure the dance floor would look like an abused chess board.

My Guinness martini was already halfway. I loved this martini because it was strong and always left me in a nutty warm note. It was a mixture of espresso, rum, vodka and creme de cacao. Adding on to the high vibe of the weed I had smoked earlier, I felt the nasty in me coming on. I was here for a good time. To entomb my memories of her body, her touch, her kiss... everything...in thick walled ice.

The colors , sound of Era Istrefi's oh God , the bustle of people walking in and the quiet space, were a million weaved moments...both transient and red.

With each sip of the martini, my mind became clearer, more resolute, as if the growing emotional distance between Bailey and I had now become an emotional chasm.

I wanted to lose myself...as I walked on to the dance floor, someone grabbed me. A firm grip on my hand. I stopped and turned to face him...

So hi peeps
As promised Gina's pic is on the side bar❣️
Watch out for the next POV to find out what action she gets and from who...
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