Kohan and Trenton do the same. Then Trenton asks, “So what’s next for you, are you really not going to try and play pro ball?”
“I don’t know. I need to figure some shit out here. I can tell you since losing Kins, I don’t have the desire to even pick up a basketball.”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
“It’s not me, I’m not me. But what can I do? Life’s dealt me a shitty hand of cards, a really fucking shitty one. It’s taking everything I have to just get through each day.”
“Christ, man, I’m sorry,” Kohan says.
“It is what it is, nothing can change it. Listen, can we not talk about how fucked up my life is for the rest of the night?” I plead, looking both of them in the eyes, hoping that they will drop it. “I just wanna forget about everything for the night.”
“Deal,” Trenton says. “Can we get three more shots?” he asks the bartender.
“Make it four,” Kohan adds.
I look to my right and there is a cute blonde. “I can buy my own drink,” she quips at him.
“Come on, girl, it’s just a drink.”
“I’m not your girl.” I can’t help, but laugh at his expression when she shakes her head. Then with a smirk on her face she turns to him and says, “It’s also an invitation to converse with you.” Staring him up and down she says, “I think I’ll pass.”
Both Trenton and I bust out laughing. She totally just dissed him. She doesn’t speak another word to us, only to the bartender ordering two drinks. Fuck, she’s hot. I’m sure she’s here with someone. Regardless, I can’t take my eyes off of her and I can tell my staring is making her nervous.
The bartender hands her the drinks she ordered and she turns away from me. Yet, my eyes follow her, trailing along her body. To my surprise, feelings inside of me begin to brew. She’s awoken something that’s been asleep for a while now, or maybe it’s just the alcohol. The feelings cause my dick to harden and I pull my eyes away to keep it under control.
Fuck.
Trenton looks at me with his head tilted. “You like her?”
“Another round,” I exclaim, ignoring his question. Alcohol has to help get me through this. Running my hands over my face and through my hair, I tap my third shot and knock it back. That turns to the fourth and fifth. Nothing’s helping, I still can’t keep my eyes off of her.
The guys have found other girls, Trenton is making out with one and Kohan is grinding the other on the dance floor. But for me, there is no one else tonight. I’ve been staring at the blonde all night, like a fucking stalker. She’s glanced my way a few times, but that’s it. Who am I kidding? I’m in no shape to be starting something with someone anyways, so I head outside for some fresh air and hope it will clear my mind ’til these fuckers are ready to leave. Leaning up against the rough, brick wall, I inhale the crisp air and close my eyes ’til the spark of a lighter clicks next to me. I turn to look and standing next to me, leaning against the brick, is the hottie from inside.
I don’t know what to say, we both just stand in silence. I should say something. Fuck, what should I say?
“So are you really going to eye fuck me all night without introducing yourself?”
What the fuck? I swallow hard, her words catching me off guard. “Uhh, I’m Bain.”
Those are the only words that come out; my heart is pounding. She laughs at me and I turn to her and ask, “What’s so funny?”
“You. That’s all you’re going to say? Uhh, I’m Bain?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” she responds is a quieter tone, understanding that I’m serious. “Well, Bain, I’m Arion. I just thought with the way you’ve been staring at me all night, you’d have more to say.”
Fuck, she’s quick with words. Unfortunately for me, I’m at a great disadvantage; the bars mixed with the alcohol have made my mind fuzzy. I can’t keep up with her, not like this. I need to be sober. “Was I that obvious?” I finally ask.
“Yeah.”
She flicks her cigarette into the parking lot and stares at me. Pulling my eyes from the ground, I meet hers. She’s gorgeous, she’s really something else, I tell yah. Especially her eyes, gray and…laced with hurt, just like mine. She acts tough, but she’s hiding something. “Listen, Bain, I don’t know what’s wrong with you.”
“Nothing’s wrong,” I retort. “I’m…I’m just…drunk.”
“Me too,” she responds running her hands down my chest and pushing me harder into the wall. Our eyes never leave one another’s. My breathing increases and I focus on staying calm while feeling what she is doing to me with her hands. It doesn’t take but a few seconds ’til she slides them under my shirt. I may not have words when it comes to her, but my lips don’t let me down. Staring into her eyes, she looks at me with uncertainty. I attempt to ease that, with a kiss.