Hey Guys, been a while since I've posted anything on here, but you know life, school all that jazz it really takes a toll on your writing, finally getting a hold of it all I've decided to post my short romantic story, please criticize but as always be nice, thanks Addawen. P.S it's in two parts because it's kinda long so here's part one.
I couldn't hear myself think over the pounding of the bar's loud obnoxious oldies, men and women both droning on and on about their drugs and their booze, sounds just like today, actually pretty much like right now. I tried to block out my friends and the other bar goers, it was too difficult a task, so I gave up and gave in.
“One drink,” my friend Samantha giggles, pushing the Tequila shot next to my Diet Coke. “It won't hurt, and one drink certainly won't put you over the limit.” she tells me, her words slurring just a smidge, Samantha having already an amaretto sour and two shots of Jack.
I eye the cool amber liquid. 'Drink me.' it calls, making me feel like Alice in Wonderland. I push the small shot glass back at Sam, content with my soda. Sam laughs taking the shot and throwing one back as if she's an old pro.
“I can't,” I sigh, sipping a watered down Coke, my fingers tapping in rhythm to Rush or one of those other long-haired-high-pitched-screaming-bands from the seventies.
Sam called for another shot; this one I think was a little stronger. “Of course you can, you look a little down in the dumps anyways, it'll help.” again she pushed the shallow glass my way, shoving my Diet Coke off to the side.
Peer pressure, oh how I love peer pressure.
Do I give in? Do I fall in behind everyone else; drown my earthly sorrows with the hard stuff?
I pick the shot glass up, someone jostles me from behind and the golden drink spills over my thumb and forefinger.
“Shit,” I murmur, grabbing a napkin I wipe away the mess. Out of the corner of my eye I spot something or someone really: my crush.
“Double shit.” I curse, watching him move fluidly through the crowd of people.
Sam must have followed my gaze, she whistled with appreciation, I couldn't help but nod in agreement, Austin was a bombshell; close cropped dark hair, big brown eyes with super long eyelashes for a guy, he stood head and shoulders over most other guys in the bar, broad shoulders, small waist, you know swimmer's body, oh yeah he was gorgeous- and he's heading this way.
I turned quickly back around letting out a little squeak I hunched over my soda, hoping against all hope that he didn't see me. But of course Samantha in her drunken state waved her hand like an idiot, drawing Austin to us; boy did I want to ring her little neck.
“What'd you do that for?” I gasped; flicking her arm I shot her a scathing look. Sam just smiled; I really needed to get her home soon, before she makes a scene.
“Quick, here he comes, down it in one gulp you'll feel so much better.” she tells me watching my crush getting closer and closer. “Hurry, he's coming. Do you want to feel like an idiot around Austin, or like a smooth, confident, sexy, vixen?”
“Uhh . . . what?” I asked, somehow the shot coming closer to my parched lips. “That didn't make any sense at all Sam.”
“Just drink it!” she demanded letting out a small drunken giggle.
Peer pressure, ladies and gentlemen the number one drug in teenage America.
“I hate you, you know.” I grumbled as I through back the shot. The tempting amber liquid burned all the way down, man was I stupid.
I coughed and choked, reaching for my soda, all the while Sam was laughing like a hyena, bitch.
A large hand smacked me on the back, causing me to choke even more, didn’t the moron know that patting someone on the back actually makes whatever the person is choking on lodge deeper in their throat, real smart man.
Wiping away the tequila that had dribbled down my chin, I spun around ready to give whoever was thumping me on the back a good verbal thrashing.
I come face to face with my best friend and no, it wasn’t Sam beating on my back like a maniac, it was Jake, my guy best friend since diapers. I frantically looked around the bar, where was he? Austin was nowhere to be found, had Jake scared him off? Or did he hear me choking on my one little tiny shot, so embarrassing.
“Jake,” I cried a little too frantically. “Move yourself.” I added shoving him out of the way.
There he is; I had spotted him over by the bar, Austin Ledger, hottest guy since sliced bread. Too bad I am too chicken to even think about sparking up a conversation with him, darn my luck and insecurities.
“Lord Kate, what’s the big idea?” Jake laughs, planting himself in between Sam and I. “Looking for someone special?” he jokes scanning the bar, I pinch his arm little good it did. “Really?” he asks skeptically.
I shrug my shoulders, keeping an eye on Austin, he was laughing and joking with one of his hockey buddies, a Puck Bunny, aka slut, had wrapped her pretty little arms around him, laughing at all the right moments. Stupid blonde bimbo.
Rolling his deep hazel green eyes Jake turns to Sam, who is playing with the little pink umbrella that came with her latest drink, that girl is a damn fish.
“Well Sam, is she drunk off her rocker yet?” he asked indicating me with his thumb.
Sam shook her short red hair, making it stick out more than usual. “Nope, took one shot and nearly drowned, until you came and saved her Jakey Dearest.” She giggles again, that sweet little girl giggle.
Jake leaned forward resting his forearms on the polished table with Bud Light logos. “How much has she had?” he asked me, brushing wavy blonde hair out of his eyes.
“Too much, she really needs coffee.” I tell him, watching Austin flirt with the Puck Bunny, wishing she would throw up on him or something.
“Who are you looking for?” Jake asks, following my line of direction, he snorts. “Really Kate? Austin Ledger? He’s a total asshole.”
I shoot him an appalled look. “He is not.” I sounded a little whiney.
Jake rolls his eyes again, playing with the salt shaker. “Is so.”
“Is not.” I challenge, stealing another glance at the Captain of the Wildcat’s, the senior hockey team at University of New Hampshire. Go Wildcat’s, never thought I would ever say that.
“Is so.”
“Not.”
“So.”
“Not!”
“Yes!” he and everyone else in the bar randomly cheers, arms shooting for the ceiling.
“What is wrong with you?” I ask watching the bartender pour everyone a shot, as grown men whoop and scream, fisting pumping each other, dorks.
Jake takes a shot from a passing waitress. “Are you serious? The Detroit Red Wings just scored.”
I look over my shoulder, sure enough what the entire hullabaloo was about was the St. Louis Blues against the Detroit Red Wings, both teams were now tied in the last period.
“Oh whatever, it’s Blues all the way.” I tell him, tracing the water ring on the table, left over from my watered down Coke.
Jake set down the shot glass, his hazel eyes sparkling. “Interesting, wanna bet?” he smiles.
I cast a glance over at Austin, he and a few other bar patrons are cheering some loser frat boy on, telling him to ‘chug’.
“Common you can watch pretty boy some other time, we’ll make it interesting.” He promised, his eyes holding that twinkling laughter and something else, must be that half a shot I managed to get down making me see things.
There it was again; peer pressure, just can’t seem to get away from it tonight.
I sighed; flashing him a cat ate the canary smile. “So what are the rules?”
He squeezes my hand. “That’s my girl, now if your team the St. Louis Blues win, even though there isn’t a chance in hell because the Blues haven’t been anything since Hull and Gretzky left them a long time ago, I promise–“ he thought for a moment or two, probably thinking of something really good.
He flashed me a rueful smile. “I promise to put in a good word for you with asshole over there.” He flicks his thumb in Austin’s direction, now there were three Puck Bunnies surrounding him; damn can’t a girl catch a break?
A small groan escapes as I watch the scene before me, stupid blonde bimbo’s, Jake moves my hand holding it, I look to where my hand had been and see that I had been picking at an imperfection on the table and had chipped my name in my aggravation, oops.
“Thanks,” I mutter, turning my gaze from Austin, I see that Jake is still holding my hand, he has very nice hands and we fit so nicely together–wait, what am I thinking? This is Jake Everhart; I’ve known him since I was in diapers, we played in the sandbox together we were the original Rugrats, we don’t hold hands, we’re just friends.
Slowly, without hurting his manly feelings or trying to be to conspicuous I slid my hand out from underneath his, flashing him a friendly smile.
Something flashes in those deep hazel eyes, damn he knows, smartass.
Clearing my throat I check the score on the large plasma screen TV, still tied. Both teams looking like they could go on for hours though, Goalies were keyed up ready for the puck, daring it to pass by them.
“If your team wins, which they don’t have a shot in hell of doing because there’re from Michigan,” he laughs shrugging out of his fitted leather jacket. I watched him place the jacket over the chair he’s in, his olive green t-shirt fitting perfectly to his broad chest and sinewy arms–stop it! This is Jake we’re talking about here, you know it took him until he was seven years old to quit wetting the bed, plus he had braces and terrible pizza face acne. Don’t go there.
“Kate, you alright?” he asks a little worry flashing in his eyes.
I nod, that’s all I can do. Fighting my inner battles takes a lot of brain power, and nodding is simple; up down up down.
“So what do I get if I win?”
“Well what do you want? You get to pick, because you pretty much summed up what I wanted.” I gave him a nervous giggle.
Jake rolls his eyes, probably regretting what he offered me, a chance to talk to Austin Ledger, be still my heart, ha lord I need to get out more.
He sits back in deep thought, crossing his arms across his chest, showing off his nice looking biceps, nice? Really? Oy vey.
Jake’s muscles weren’t nice; they were fine as hell, why haven’t I ever noticed beforehand? I mean he’s really not that bad looking of a kid–guy we’re the same age. His wavy blonde hair looks like it’s been kissed by the sun, a little messy at times but that’s his personality. He has the face of a young Adonis, and I know your thinking really; Adonis? But hey it’s true, his nose is straight though he plays hockey with all the other dumb jocks, his lips are smooth yet firm, very kissable, strong chin and jaw, he’s just a Greek God.
Then there’s his fun loving nature, he’s the type of guy you could take anywhere and everything would be right as rain.
There aren’t any bad times with Jake, he’s no Debbie downer. The type of guy you can bring home to mamma and daddy.
I remember this one time when we were juniors in high school, my then boyfriend of six months, Danny Tyree, had just broken up with me, three days before prom. I was heartbroken, to say the least. When Jake found out, he had a good talking to with Danny, one that reverted into a black eye. I went to prom with Jake that night, we had a blast. I will always remember what he said to me as he walked me to my door that night: “Not good enough.” And he meant Danny Tyree, but that’s all he would say, about any of my boyfriends.
Holy shit.
I jump a little in my chair, Jake pays no mind to this he’s watching the game. But I realize something, going over everything I just thought; damn.
I like Jake.
I really enjoyed this and I am excited to read the second part. Great work!
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