Classic ~ Nick Austin (COMPLETE)

2. Haven't Met You Yet

I applied my makeup and brushed out my hair, and got dressed into a black tee shirt, a black, denim skirt and some thigh-high black boots. I walked out of my bedroom, where Tommy was sitting on his phone.
"You ready to go?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, let's head." He agreed before we walked out of the apartment, down the elevator and walked down to the bar. I couldn't see Josh anywhere, but I couldn't think about that because an older woman walked up to me instead.
"Veronica Richards?" The woman asked and I nodded.
"Yes, that's me." I answered.
"I'm going to find a seat." Tommy told me and I nodded.
"Come this way Veronica." She instructed, I followed her to the platform-stage, where there was a single stool and a guitar. "Now, people come here to relax. So no extremely up-beat songs please. But we also don't want to depress anyone so if you are going to do a sad song, follow it up with a happier one." 
"Sounds good, thank you." I answered as I sat down in front of the mic, grabbing the guitar and placing it over my knee.

"Hi guys, um, my name is Veronica Richards and I'm going to sing some songs." I said into the mic before taking a deep breath and started strumming on the guitar 'haven't met you yet' by Michael Buble. "I'm not surprised, not everything lasts, I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keepin' track, talk myself in, I talk myself out, I get all worked up, then I let myself down. I tried so very hard not to lose it, I came up with a million excuses, I thought, I thought of every possibility. And I know someday that it'll all turn out, you'll make me work so we can work to work it out, and I promise you kid, that I'll give so much more than I get... I just haven't met you yet."

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I finished my set, stepped off the stage and made my way over to the bar.
"One vodka martini please." I ordered, showing my fake-ID. 
"Martini, nice drink." The guy next to me said, I glanced up to see a blond boy looking back at me. He wore some clear glasses and had an insane jawline.
"Uh, thanks, what are you having?" I asked back, trying to act cool as my stomach flipped and turned.
"I'm having a white claw. My friend got me hooked on them." He responded and I nodded.
"Not bad, not bad. You're friend? Are they here somewhere?" I asked, glancing around the room.
"Yeah, they're over there. But the friend in question, his name is Bryce." He answered and my smile dropped.
"Oh my God, you're one of Josh's friends." I accused and his brow furrowed.
"How did you... Oh you're the sister." He smiled softly and I nodded.
"Yeah, did you say the other's were over there?" I asked as the bartender gave me my drink, pointing to the large booth seat full of people.
"Yeah, oh and your boyfriend is there two. Cool guy." He answered and I nodded.
"Yeah he's okay." I answered, his brow furrowing again as I walked away.

"Ronnie!" I saw Josh scream as he saw me, he stood up, pushing past the large group of people who were sitting around the table and made his way over to me.
"Big brother." I smiled back as he hugged me, I held out my hand as to not spill my drink. We pulled away, turning our attention back to the group. I took a seat next to Tommy and Josh moved around back to his spot.
"Okay, so this isn't everyone but this is Quinton and his girlfriend Cynthia, Anthony and his girl Avani, Noah, Blake, Grif, Jaden, Ryland and you've met Bryce." Josh introduced and I nodded.
"Oh yes, nice to meet you guys and nice to actually see you Bryce." I smiled and everyone exchanged "hi's".  After a couple of seconds the boy from the bar walked over, sitting next to me.
"Oh, and this is Nick." He introduced and I nodded.
"Nick. I'm Ronnie." I smiled.
"You're insanely talented." Cynthia said to me and I smiled thankfully.
"Aww, you're so sweet. Thank you." I smiled back at her.
"You are, you're voice had me nearly in tears." Nick whispered and I glanced over at him as his eyes looked me up and down, "You look nice two, by the way."
"Thanks," I replied as Tommy wrapped his arm around me, his hand gripping my ass and pulled me into him, making Nick snort slightly.

"Can I get anyone another round?" Quinton asked and we all agreed before continuing our conversations. The other's told me about their lives as TikTok stars, and I told them about me finishing high school. Quinton returned with our drinks, handing them each to the respective person. I took a sip out of mine, resting my head back against Tommy.
"You alright?" Nick asked and I sat back up to talk to him.
"Yeah, I just don't drink much." I answered and he nodded.
"Okay, tell someone if you're not feeling okay." He whispered, glancing up to Tommy, who was talking to Bryce, so was not paying attention to us.
"Thanks, I will." I replied, him smiling softly back at me. 

"We should probably be getting going," Griffin informed and I looked around at the group.
"Really? You don't have to, we can stay here for a bit longer." I questioned but he shook his head.
"No we've all got interviews and meetings early tomorrow." He replied, I turned to Nick.
"Do you have to go two?" I asked and he nodded.
"Yeah, I do... Is everything okay?" He asked, whispering the last part.
"Uh, yeah." I answered. No, I don't want to go back and have sex with Tommy, I don't think I'm ready, I thought back as we all stood up. I turned back to Tommy who wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pecking my temple. 

"Com'on, let's go home." He smirked, and I nodded.
"Yeah okay. I'll see you guys later. It was really nice meeting you guys." I smiled to everyone.
"Yeah it was nice to meet you two, come by Sway sometime." Cynthia smiled back at me and I nodded.
"Will do. By guys." I answered as Tommy pulled me out of the bar, and back to the apartment. We entered the elevator and he turned to me, pressing me against the wall of the elevator and pressing his lips to mine. His hands pushed against my hips, as I pushed against his chest.

"Hey you owe me." He groaned and I paused for a second. I guess he's right. I nodded slightly before his lips pressed back against mine before the door opened. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the apartment, not even waiting for the door to fully close before his hands slid up under my shirt, pulling it over my head as he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed and hiked up my skirt, pulling my underwear off as he took off his pants. He pushed himself into me, it hurt like hell, him thrusting in and out of me a few times before cumming. That was it. THAT was sex?