The Day You Ruined My Life

Late Nights

.:Recap:.

All of the sudden, I felt like freakin Super Girl. I loved it, probably a bit too much, but I wasn't going to worry about that now, I had enough other things to worry about without adding on to the pile. I felt good, and I was going to hang on to this feeling with everything I had.

Chapter 12

Late Nights

I walked down the hallway towards the elevator with Dan. He punched the button to go down and we just sat in a comfortable silence waiting for the elevator to come up. When I finally heard the ding and the doors opened, he made a small bowing gesture, telling me to go in first. It was cute, and even a little geeky, which I totally loved.

All of the sudden, it was like with that one stupid, insignificant move, I wanted him so badly. It was more than just a want, I felt like I actually needed him. Then it was like I wasn't even me any more. Like I was having some sort of alien, out of body experience, and let me tell you, feeling like you're watching yourself from the outside...WEIRD! Feeling like that though gave me the motivation, or whatever you want to call it, to have the guts to be the girl I always wanted to be. The girl that did what she wanted, did what it took to get anything and everything she deserved (within reason). In other words, that "Super girl" complex kicked in again. In my head, I was singinging that Krystal Harris song, ya know, super girl, but my body had much better ideas. It was like as soon as the doors dinged closed, I had him up against the elevator walls in an intense make out session. Unfortunately, it was only 5 floors down to the lobby, so in the middle of this intensely awesome make out session, the doors opened and old Mrs. Lounge from the third floor was waiting to go up with her evil little chihuahua. I swear man, that stupid little rat was vicious. Every time I tried to say hi, or even tried bribe the damn thing with treats, he still tried to eat me. Demon dog...Mrs. Lounge gave me quite the evil glare, which I matched with an equally vicious scowl, and stepped in the elevator, shaking her head and mumbling about 'kids these days, no decency in any one of them' as we stepped out.

I couldn't contain it anymore and started busting out laughing. Not just a little giggle, but a full on belly laugh. I think I might have laughed so hard I snorted a little (how embaressing, shoot me now). Dan seemed to think it was cute though and gave me a chaste little kiss on the forehead. It was so sweet,I honestly had to hold myself back from jumping on him again. I really needed to tame down these damn hormones, or else I had a feeling they were going to get me in trouble. A LOT of trouble. Yeah, I can see that getting really bad....eugh, gives me shivers just thinking about it.

Dan had walked me to my car, and even opened the door for me like a true gentleman. It was so freaking cute. I tried so hard to not blush...it was beyond unsuccessful, to the point of being almost pitiful. Ok, it was way past almost and completely pitiful, but you can't stop biology can you?

The drive to work flew by and before I knew it I was sitting in the parking lot of the club. I went in my purse and grabbed one of the small baggies with the coke inside of it. "Fuck it" I mumbled to myself, and opened the bag. I grabbed the owners manual from the glove box, and placed it on the center console before I emptied a small amout of the fine white powder onto it. I didn't have a straw or anything, so I rolled up a twenty dollar bill I'd grabbed from my purse. Judging how big to make them from the size I'd seen Dan put out, I laid out two decent sized lines. With the rolled up bill closer to my nose than I would have liked it to be, especially considering how many peoples dirty hands had probably been on it (yuck) I inhaled one of the two lines and then immediately put my head back like I'd seen Dan do. A few seconds later, I felt the familiar numbness sliding down my throat and the 'I can do anything' attitude. I was flying, and if I let myself get too high, the sun would burn up my wings, and everything would come crashing down. I looked at the clock on my cell phone to see I still had fifteen minutes before I had to be in there. Granted, I usually was inside a few minutes before my shift actually started so that I didn't have to rush around getting ready, I could still sit in the car for a little bit before I did. I put my nose to the rolled up bill and sniffed the second line, and then scrolled through the songs of my already hooked up Ipod. I decided on "melting point of wax" by Thrice. As the music punded through the speakers, I just let my head roll back onto the head rest on the seat. "There's no promise of safety, with these second hand wings. But I'm willing to find out what impossible means. A leap of faith...I hear the voice of reason screaming after me.You've flown far too high fool, yeah you're too close to the sun. Soon your makeshift wings will come undone." I was in such a trance from the rhythmic pounding of the bass that I hadn't realized how much time had flew by and nearly jumped out of my skin when Wendy, the weekday bartender tapped on my window with her lighter as she was about to light a cigarette.