Conflicted

Chapter 2

Checking myself in the mirror one last time and running my hand through my wavy blond hair I was satisfied. Black skinny jeans were hugging my legs nicely, and a white loose shirt was displaying a bit of my torso with two buttons left undone. The black graffiti letters on the shirt went well with my eccentric style. Leather shoes and leather jacket for a match, and I was done. I looked hot if I say so myself. I checked if everything was turned off, I have the tendency to forget things and locked the door four times. Living in the center of the city could be dangerous, one got to be cautious. My black BMW was parked right outside, it was an older model, but a love of mine. Unlocking the car I called Alex. 

-Where are you?- I could hear the music blaring in the background. 

-I'm on my way, gonna be there in 15 minutes.-already on my way, knowing the route to the club, It's not my first time going there, I've been a few times, though didn't remember much of it. I always ended up wasted. That's what I usually went out for. To forget my problems to let loose of all of the stress, get wasted as fuck and curse myself the morning after. Not very mature, but welcome to adulthood, where you do stupid things and never learn from them.

Wow, what a line. It was pure chaos in front of the club. I can see some people that are way too wasted for their own good trying to pick a fight with the bouncer. Giving him a once over I realize, they're in for a big boss in the dungeon. That said, the situation itself makes a problem for me to reach the entry of the club. Dialing for Alex, the devil himself appears.

-Wo-hoo, someone looks hot- why does he has to whistle. A couple of heads turned our way but I ignored them, though I felt a bit embarrassed by the action.  As unique as my style is I don't do it for attention. I actually don't like to be the center of attention at all.

-Let's go jackass- I grumbled. The loud music hit me like a wave once the bouncer opened the door. Flashlights, lights of every color, the scent of alcohol and sweat mixed with dozens of perfumes, it was overwhelming I was brewing a headache. They were sat at the bar, our typical place whenever we went out. Some of the faces in the circle were familiar to me, but some were not. Politeness is one of my strong points, so to say, I shook hands and delivered a "nice to meet you" to all of them, barely hearing their names over the music. I took in my surroundings, it felt nice to be out after a long time. People were dancing, grinding on each other, some were sucking each other's  faces off. Some were calmly sitting in some corner, just lurking and watching with drinks in their hands. Once I was done scanning the area, as much as I could, given that the club was big and full, I propped myself on one of the bar stools and directed my attention to the bartender, waving him over.

The best white wine you've got, with a slice of lemon in it, please- white wine was by far my favorite, and also it was a beverage that kept me under control. I couldn't drink too much of it cause I would spill my guts later and have problem for two days afterwards, so remembering that I kept myself in check not to get wasted. It was a drink to enjoy. A girl started inching towards me. I could hear her ask me if I wanna dance, but I just shook my head no. I wanted to dance, but obviously, not with her. She was clearly wasted and horny from the way she was rubbing all over me, and I had no intention of being her prey for the night. Also, I'm bisexual so girls are not a problem for me, but she simply wasn't my type.

-Hi cutie- a voice behind me made my hair stand. I turned around to be met with a tall figure towering above me. I gave him a once over. Now it's not that he wasn't hot, he was, that body was yummy, but the face, oh gosh, so ugly. 

-Wanna dance?- again the same question. I shook my head now, ignored him and kept sipping from my delicious wine. He put his hand on my waist and introduced himself. Politely I squirmed and said my name. He kept throwing advances my way and I kept dodging them. It was getting too much when he took my hand and placed it on his pecks.

-Excuse me- I took off my hand as if it were burning and stood up. Through the sea of bodies I saw Alek somewhere grinding on some girl in a skirt way too short. I chuckled and continued going to the bathroom, I wanted to escape the pest that bothered me. I looked myself in the mirror. I looked disheveled with my hair on all sides from running my hand one too many times through it, my undone buttons revealing my collar bone and my face flushed from the alcohol. I could proudly state I looked like I just had been ravished. 

-Well aren't you a nice treat, we can have some privacy here- Oh, no he followed me. Damn jerk.

-Now listen you fucker- I didn't even finished my sentence. My wine slipped from my hand, my back hitting something hard, a body on which I could smell that exact wine I was holding a second earlier. I gasped turning around, only to fall in a trance with the most mesmerizing greyish blue I have ever seen, boring into the soul of the party opposite of me.