Walking into the dimmed lights this night, it would be hard to guess that one loose string, a night out, would have so much power over my life.
Alcohol, cigarettes, minty breaths and sweaty body odors filled the air, a promise of pure regrets and I wish I knew hang in the air.
I leaned forward and picked my drink. Some alcohol with flavor. Am not going to say strawberry. All girls love that and it's boring. Isn't there any metallic flavour.
Getting drunk once in a blue moon isn't bad at all. Not that I usually drink, I never do. Except the one time on a new year party.
I glance over at Cindy my roommate, her chocolate hair is tumbling on her shoulders and their are small rivulets of sweat on her forehead. Crap, she was dawning her drink in gulps. I tried to slow her down but she sent a sheepish wicked smile my way with sleepy eyes. The ciggar passed my way, I took a puff giving it to the next person.
I watched Cindy take the blunt and take three long puffs. Another one. She didn't drink or smoke and today she was going to blow it off. Would I be able to carry my roommate home?
I swept over the bar trying to catch a glimpse of the birthday boy before the read head next to me stood up.
I couldn't find him and instead my eyes graced on another he, Steve. He was a bit of all right, a blessing to beauty with elegant green eyes and orbs. Not that he would ever notice me.
He came and took the empty seat and greeted everyone at the table by name. I mean we were five girls on the same table, from the same campus, but how come he knew them all.
He's a bad boy, all the girls are fascinated by him, that's a bad sign. He turned to face me as the corners of his mouth went up in a smirk and slowly a smile then came forward and whispered in my ear above the loud music.
" How are you? I like your top," he said.
Was that really necessary? Did he have to make sure his lips brushed my ears causing small goosebumps all over. Anyway I loved it.
If he wants to flirt I'll have to flirt back. I looked at my top, a see me through chiffon, perfect for the night and faced him trying to hide my blush.
"Thank you,"I said, buttering my long eyelashes and trying to push back my obsidian black hair that crashed over my shoulders.
Cool down don't blow it.
" I've never seen you in any party or the club," he continues.
"Well I don't usually go to parties, I came because my best friend would feel bad if I didn't,"I replied.
"Sam was right, he told me you are strict and you don't usually talk to guys or party, "he says.
So he's been asking about me, I smile back at him flashing my pearl white teeth. That's a green light.
Well a year ago, Sam had kissed me, I swear it was only once. I lean back to talk to him.
"I'm only strict on strangers,' I say. " An extrovert to friends and introvert to strangers."
They are popping the champagne bottle. I stand up to get a better view. It time to cut the cake and there is this birthday song booming on the speakers.
After this I'll be heading home. I glance at Cindy and she's laughing the strangest laugh I've ever heard . I don't bother about the cake. The party is dissolving, the folks are going to another club since it's early. I'll probably head home and sleep, my Friday wasn't that bad
Cindy tries to stand up and stumbles into her seat throwing her head back in peals of laughter. Am officially screwed up. Am not that sobber I mean, there is a little alcohol in my system and I won't be able to help her.
I look around and there he is, Steve. No matter how much I try bad boys with tatoos affect me. I don't know how. I think he sees my face and hurrys up to me. Assessing the situation he offers a helping hand. Am more than grateful.
"Our apartment is not so far.."I begin.
" I know your house,"he says laughing slowly and winking.
I gaze at his kilter repair of muscles that are threatening to bust out of his skin and can't help but push my evil thoughts aside to continue admiring his magnificent body.
The slut in my head appears and starts thinking how good it will be to kiss his full saccharine sweet lips. Focus, focus. I repeat to myself.
Am the girl who can imagine all types of sexual scenes, yet I've never been with an actual man. Play them in my head. Sleep with my crush in my head and move on to my next one.
I reach the gate and look around, I mean what would my classmates say if they saw him coming in. It would be a sealed fate, I got laid. I put those thoughts aside and we get into the compound unlocking the door, we get in and I show him Cindy's bedroom where we put Cindy in bed.
Immediately she starts singing while laughing loudly, it's actually the effect of alcohol added to by smoking that she has never done before and had to blow it the first time. I walk back to the living room and the noise is even louder.
" How am I going to sleep," I mutter to myself.
Cindy starts another new song and we laugh even louder. He takes his phone going to record and I stop him. Knowing it will be all over the school tommorow and it won't sound good.
"Am going to the cozin to spend some time there, it's still early, we could go together, since the noise is distracting you," Steve says.
Ozin is a famous club, it's famous with students from my campus. Am actually debating if I should go. Maybe who knows I could shoot my shot. And the noise from Cindy there is no way I'll survive it . I nod and he is thrilled. Steve holds the door, takes my hand and that's it am going out with him.
As we step into the night, he reaches over and puts his muscular big and warm arms around me. I can't help but smile. So he likes me. I look up to find him gazing at me.
"Am I missing something," he asks.
I bite my lower lip trying to hide my evident blush."No",
This night, I have a bad feeling about it, but I can't stop. I love adrenaline and risky stuff.
I love testing the patience of fate and destiny, so they can take control again and steer me to their path.
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We walk into the noisy club and the strong pungent smell of liquor immediately hits my nose. I look up at Steve and can't help but admire him. He was the epitome of teenage cool, something straight out of the movies walking right beside me. As we take each step forwad, I notice heads turn around to stare at his new conquest and murderous looks from girls. I wouldn't blame them for being that way. He leads me to a coach and I look up to find myself in a table full of some famous boys in campus including the president. They are all good looking. But suffer from prince syndrome, this is usually what I call guys who think they are handsome and are so full of themselves. Steve sits beside me , one of the guys tries to talk to me and he puts his arm on my shoulders, as if he's marking his territory. The guys look at each other confused. I look around and find Bella the sassy girl in my class danc
Steve's P.O.V I look at her she's wasted and very drunk, not good for a girl like her. I never expected her to agree to come with me in the first place. I had been trying out my luck because I knew the answer would be a no. But I would still try, better die trying. Pleasing her is very difficult. She is high maintenance, not the one you think. She doesn't need anybody, so it's high maintenance for somebody to figure out what they can do for her. I hail a cab to take her home, and she can't even get up when we arrive, the gate man is asleep and he won't listen to the constant beeps. We can't stay here forever, so the only option is my place. When I say my place, I hope she won't end up like the other girls. The ones who begged me to please them and fell in love alone, I wasn't their to catch them. I open the door and we get inside laying her gently on my bed. She looks peaceful and happy. I take off her
Twain's p.o.v For a moment our gazes linger before I remember the previous night. Was that me. I close my eyes tightly looking away. Am too embarrassed. Whenever am drunk, my stupid inner slut takes over and kisses my crush without thinking. He's still looking at me intently. Should I apologize ? I bite my lower lip getting ready to talk. " Will you stop doing that, it's so distracting," he sighs. I hadn't realized what I was doing. The words in my mouth quickly pull themselves back down my throat and my tongue tie themselves into a cherry knot . Do people have to be this stupid when they need their brain the most. " Yesterday was fun, am still wondering how bad a good girl can get," he says with a smirk. " Try me," I dare him. " Are you sure, I have been known to make girl's fantasies true," I look down and lick mylips as heat surges through my skin making my
I descended the stairs one by one. This was my walk of shame. Cheers to me for letting my guard down. My head hung low next to my chest. It felt heavier and I couldn't even lift it to see the good days or sunrise. I hear some deep raspy laughter and there he was Jake speaking to someone on the phone. I hope he already forgot about me. He shouldn't make this worse. " Hey, it's you again," he says pocketing his phone. " Yeah," I reply my head down. "Wait!" Before he could continue I was long gone. I stumble on my last step and meet this girl, half dressed, her dress hanging up above her thighs. She looks up at my red eyes and mummers some bad words in disgust. I arrive at the apartment, and find Cindy cooking pancakes and coffee. " Girl, you are back, I was about to call a missing persons report," she says, I never slept out. It was the first time and she deserved to be worried. " Yeah I kn
" Twain! "" Steve," I sit up straight." Am at your doorstep and am sorry for showing up unannounced," he says.I can't help smiling, there is a new glow to my face that I can't explain. So he cares about me." No, it's okay, really cool," I stutter. I can't find the right words to say."But I'm not around, I mean am traveling and my roommate too,"" Oh! Where are you travelling to?"" Nairobi," I reply."Okay, safe journey and.."" And ?"" Take care," he says chuckling.He hangs up and I feel the old lady's stare." Is he the one you like," she asks.I blush uncomfortably and shift my weight." I don't know, this whole feeling is new to me and things are moving too fast," I reply." Make sure he doesn't break your heart, the people we care about the most always do and it's like driving a stake into your chest,"I open my mouth to argue and close
" Will you hold my hand? "It's the second time she is saying this. I'm sitting beside her hospital bed." You know it's not that serious, I'll get well soon and we can eat grilled chicken and pasta on New year's Eve," she says." Do you think they'll let you go home by that time?" I ask her." Of course" she says. "Are you doubting,"" No, it's only that you are getting worse, can't they change your treatment," I reply." No, I only started, the pain killers ain't helping, but they gave me another dose,"" Okay,"" Now sleep and don't worry yourself so much," I say kissing her forehead." In case of anything, will you place take care of your siblings for me and be the responsible one?"" What? Why? Nothing is going to happen,"" Just promise me,"" I will, I say, a sharp pain stabbing my chest,"
You're dumb if you think I never cared, because God knows how many times I broke my heart for you.I drug my feet up the front door heaving. I've never been this tired. I open the door and I'm greeted by emptiness.Cindy's absence chooses to Dawn on me right now.So she really left. I get in and head to my bedroom, it's neat as always. I like having my things in order. All my clothes are always pressed and folded, without any wrinkles. My shoes are neatly arranged, everything is in order.Cindy always said I have a disorder of wanting everything to be perfect. She called it a psychotic disoder, I can't remember the exact term she used.I open my luggage and sort everything out and return the bags to the shelves. Taking my towel I get into the shower and close my eyes. The water is warm and I soak my hair. With soap and shampoo. I get out of the shower and wear my favourite Rabbit
Twain take care of the baby, I'm going out with your sister,'" Can I go with you,""Keep quite, no more of your voice, we are going shopping with your big sister"' Don't go out and make sure he isn't crying,'' Okay, will you buy me crayons,'' No,'I step back, the pain inside my eyes and heart threatening to pull me under.Elaine my elder sister steps out and sticks her tongue out at me. I look at her, not angry, because I want to paint her face on canvasThe moment they step out the front door, Mike let's out an ear piercing scream. I take him out of the crib and begin straddling him. She said she'll be back after two hours. But he won't stop crying.I begin singing some lullaby.