Stepping out of the car I toss my hair over my shoulder. I caved and put on tight blue jeans with a glam pocket brown shirt. It’s longer in the back, and the pocket in the front has some gold shiny stuff on it. It’s not mine, it’s Chloe’s.
I’m still wearing my sports bra though.
Stepping inside there’s a mechanical bull in the center of the chaos. There’s orange and pink lights running along the top of the ceiling. A long bar along the right with tons of people crowded along it.
“Come on, let’s grab a booth.” Chloe grabs my hand and drags me along.
Shimmying in the booth I grab a menu.
“Welcome to Big Pete’s. We like ‘em big and hot.” I eye her, before looking at Chloe to see if she found that just as dirty as I did.
“We’ll take two big pepperoni with two light beers,” Chloe orders for us, and apparently I’m the only pervert between us.
“You got it!” She smiles before turning on her heel she sashays away.
Chloe’s eyes widen. “Six o’clock.”
Trying not to be too noticeable, I casually look over my shoulder to find a tough looking blond guy. His short hair is gelled to perfection, and he’s working a gauge earring in one ear.
“He’s hot!” Chloe whisper yells.
“I mean, he’s okay,” I shrug. Of course he’s hot, I just don’t have the girl balls to holler it across a room like her.
The guy laughs at one of his buddies and his eyes catch mine.
Oh shit.
Quickly I turn away.
“What are you doing? Go say hi.” Chloe kicks my leg.
“Ouch!” I rub at my shin, my face cooling from all the blood draining my face.
The guy and his friend walk by our table slowly. He’s clearly looking for an opening to see if I’m interested, but I keep my head down. Grabbing a menu I scour it, focusing on the appetizer section so hard you’d think I was going to be quizzed on their choices. Is he gone? Tell me he’s gone.
I give a sideways glance to see if he’s lost interest.
He shrugs and continues to the back of the building, and I can’t help but sag with relief and drop the menu on the table. People have been screaming and hollering back there since Chloe and I arrived. Must be some kind of party. They have red curtains closing it off, so you can’t see what all the excitement is about though.
“That was pathetic,” Chloe laughs at me.
“Sounds like someone is having a good time,” I state ignoring her, jutting my head toward the back.
“Yeah, not us because you have a stick up your ass.” Chloe shakes her head, lips pursed. I open my mouth to object and the little red head waitress shows up and places beers and pizza down.
“Whoa, that is a—” I stumble on my words.
“Big ass pizza, right?” Chloe giggles.
I try to pick it up, but it just flops over my hand. “It’s bigger than my head.” I laugh.
Half a slice of pizza, and four beers later I’m feeling relaxed and happy. The pizza was good, but it was no deep dish.
“Remember that time you told Felicia to stick a hair curler up her ass?!” Chloe laughs so hard I can barely understand her.
Falling back I clutch my chest with a fit of giggles. “I remember that. Her face—” I try to portray her face. “I’ll never forget it. Whatever happened to her, did she run off and marry her prince charming like she always wanted?” I ask.
“Nah, she got knocked up by some truck driver. When she told her parents she was keeping the baby they disowned her. Last I heard she was in some trailer park in the south side,” Chloe tells me as she bites into a pepperoni that fell off her pizza.
I can’t help the furrow in my brows and the frown on my face. I feel sorry for Felicia. Her parents were always the uptight ones on the block, and I can only imagine the way they reacted.
The blond haired guy comes from the back of the room. His eyes catch mine before I can pretend to look away. I freeze. Why do I get so weird around guys?
Chloe notices my unease and wipes tears from the corners of her eyes and looks over her shoulder.
“Please tell me you’re going to jump on that, cause if not give me the green light, girl.”
My chest squeezes with the thought. I need to get laid. It’s been forever, and I don’t mean that in ‘oh it was a few months ago’, it’s been years.
Just as I open my mouth to say something he smiles at me and I choke on my words.
“Hey.” His voice is rugged, but smooth. He smiles and I notice a scar across his bottom lip. His jaw is square, and feathered in scruff. His eyes grab mine, sending a sudden chill down my spine. As cute as he is, there’s something very dark about him, I just can’t quite place it.
“Hey yourself.” Chloe plays it off coolly, obviously not getting the same ominous vibe I am.
He looks at me, and the little vixen in me runs and hides. Chloe kicks me in the shin again. My brain is mush and put on the spot I’m not sure what to do. I freak.